Juice: An Alpha Male Billionaire Romance - Part 4 (Juice: The Series)

by Starke, Victoria

  Juice

  A Billionaire Romance

  Part Four

  Copyright © Juice 2015

  By Victoria Starke

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  This book contains sexual situations and explicit language and is not suitable for readers under 18.

  Bronwyn

  I drift in and out of consciousness, my eyes relaxed behind dark sunglasses, and floating in the water with Everett for what feels to be an eternity. The distant sounds of boats passing on the lake and twittering of birds hum and soothe my body. I cup water from the pool onto spill it onto my chest and watch it stream off and back into the pool. I look down at my toes which are tingling from the relaxation. I smile as I wiggle the in the water.

  I feel a presence next to me. I look over and he’s wearing a devilish grin.

  Uh oh.

  In one motion, he capsizes my peaceful home, a simple blow up raft, and tosses me into the pool. So much for my moment of Zen.

  “You ass!” I exclaim, jumping back up for air and splashing him in his stupid face and looking around for my sunglasses which are now sinking to the bottom.

  He dives under the water and tackles me, pushing me under. He holds me a moment in a brief staring contest while holding our breath under the water until we surface again and gulp the air.

  He’s still holding me. His hands grip my upper arms with strength and calm. The crystal chlorinated water drip off our faces as he stare into each other’s eyes as the midday sun glare ripples off little waves. I have to have him.

  His hands slide under the water along my back and to my butt and gripping firmly.

  “I’m so glad you came,” he says while pulling closer to me. I feel my nipples tense under my wet bathing suit in the cool air. His face comes closer and kisses me with his full lips and strong tongue. I feel his stubbled chin against my cheek as he kisses down my face to my neck, sucking and nibbling along my skin. I lean my head and catch the blinding Mediterranean sun.

  “I have to have you,” he says, echoing the thoughts bouncing in my brain. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls me up and out of the pool, walking up the stairs with me.

  Out of the water, I get a twinge self-conscious, “I can walk, I’m kind of heavy,” I say.

  “You’re a twig,” he says, now walking with me on the pool deck. I feel like one in his arms. We kiss deeply as I cling to his hips and wet the concrete all around the pool. He lays me down on a warm and dry pool bed under the pergola.

  “I need you. Right here,” he says with intensity.

  “Here? The neighbors-” I say and crane my head side to side. The lakefront property has privacy hedges fifteen feet high.

  “Nonsense,” he says. “They’re never here, and even if they were, they should be so lucky to see you,” he says, squeezing my breasts and pulling my bikini top to the side. My wet nipples are erect, responding to his words and the cool air.

  “Oh, Everett,” I moan as he nibbles and kisses all around my exposed chest. I reflexively trace my hand between my legs and feel the cool pool water has given way to my warm wetness. I rub myself in circles over the fabric.

  His hand cups mine and begins to circle over my entrance. I find a loose string on his trunks and slowly pull it until I feel the knot come loose. He’s hard and straining until the cool, wet fabric. I pull him by the waistband close to me. I need to feel him. I need him inside me.

  He pushes my hand away and pins me to the chair with his other hand. I love his control over my body.

  “What do want?”

  “I want you”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes,” I exclaim, louder than I’d intended. “More than anyone in my life.”

  He makes an aggressive grunt and pulls my bikini bottoms to the side.

  “I’m going to fuck you, right now,” he says, holding the back of my head.

  My brain is shocked by how aggressive he’s becoming in the past few minutes. But I’m more turned on than ever. I feel like we’re back at his apartment, the very first time. We were animals then.

  “I want it,” I say and close my eyes. I am his in every way.

  “What do you want?” he asks angrily.

  “I want you to fuck me. Hard.” I say and loop my hands behind my head, helpless.

  His suit is only part down, but his thick manhood is fully outside and rubbing over my lower belly. I squirm, trying to get him inside me.

  “Be still,” he commands, “and stay there quietly with your legs spread.”

  My skin is drying and flushed from the heat within me. His cock continues rubbing lower and lower on my lower belly until finding my warm folds where he’s eagerly been awaited. He kisses my lips again before sliding inside me completely. Again I feel an abrupt jolting pain as he reaches my limit reminding me of his immense size. My legs are spread wide and accepting all of him.

  He thrusts into me, over and over, faster and faster. He even seems to be getting bigger and harder. I’m gushing wet and confident I can handle him. I just worry about pleasing him.

  I ask him, “Is it good?” and he doesn’t respond. I’m not sure if he heard, his head is down.

  I’m about to ask again when he says, “Come. Come for me, Bronwyn. I need it,” I love that my orgasm turns him on so much. In fact, it feel necessary. I also love how he says my name while his cock is inside me.

  I’m never too far from orgasm any time I’m near Everett so it doesn’t take long. Everett continues pushing inside me in and out, in and out, and I rub my clit a moment before losing control.

  “I’m coming, Ev...” My body and brain are melting into one as I lean my head back and close my eyes against the sun and my impending orgasm.

  “Come for me. Tell me.”

  “I’m coming for you.”

  “Again.”

  “I’m coming for you, Everett!” I shout out and clench my muscles. A tense spasm shoots through me and grip hard on his cock. He never lets up and only fucks me harder and harder as I achieve orgasm.

  “Again. Come for me again,” he says and begins rubbing my clit and fucking me harder.” I’m sensitive, but ready for more. I watch his body work like a machine with his wide pectorals and shoulders holding his muscular frame over me while he pounds me on the chair. I orgasm again, easily. A smile spreads across my face, knowing I’m pleasing him.

  “I want you to come. Inside me.” I can’t explain why, but I want it. I’ve always insisted on protection every time in previous relationships, but for some reason I feel emotionally as one with Everett now. He pumps harder and harder into me. He’s leveraged against my thighs, lifting my butt off the seat and pushed as deep inside as can go.

  He grits his teeth and seethes, “Take it,” as he comes deep inside me. He twitches and then relaxes. I open my eyes to see we’re face to face. “You’re mine now,” he says and kisses me. He quickly stands and slides the glass door to walk inside the house. He’s gone.

  I’m left satisfied and happy but already missing him as he leaves. We’re growing closer in some ways, but I feel we’re approaching a wall. I grab a towel to c
over myself and watch the boats crawl across the lake in the distance.

  * * *

  “I look like hell,” I mutter, looking over my shoulder into the bedroom mirror.

  I’ve been adjusting, pulling, and prodding at this tight dress for the past hour and I still look like a cow. It just won’t sit right. Belt, no belt. Stockings on, stockings off.

  “What’re you wearing tonight?” I call to Piper in the next room.

  “What?” she says. I walk over. She’s been drying her hair the past half hour and the air is thick with the potpourri of crispy hair. I ask again.

  “I dunno, a nice dress? I don’t know what to wear to a business meeting in a lounge,” she says, looking back to her mirror, irritated.

  Everett has called us to Cream, a high-end restaurant and lounge to discuss business. Piper has been cold in the two weeks since I returned from my trip. She can tell I’m holding back information from her.

  The truth is, I don’t know what to tell her other than that I’m in love with the man. As far as our business is concerned, I wants some answers too. Between our jaunt overseas and Dunbar work, work at Namaste has been in stall-mode. I’m feeling this meeting will get us all some clarity.

  “You look nice,” she says. I’m back to fidgeting with my dress.

  “Thanks. I don’t know what I have to do to get rid of this muffin-top,” I say, readjusting my belt again.

  “Whatever,” Piper replies, “I’d trade in my height for your ass, any day.”

  “Same.”

  “Besides, I don’t think you have to do anything, you’re getting plenty of attention,” she says with a lilt in her voice.

  “Yeah, I’m his favorite delivery girl, I guess,” I say. “Anyway, this could be our big break tonight. An investor! Can you imagine?”

  “Here’s to tonight,” she says offering me a glass of Engergize to toast.

  We take lock eyes and sip.

  “So, what’s the plan tonight?” she asks.

  “Stay confident. Don’t jump at the first offer. Try not to puke all over the table? Honestly, I’m nervous. I don’t even know,” I say in a jumble.

  She smiles and touches my arm to calm me.

  “Don’t worry, we know our product and our market. We’re going to do great, as long as we stick together.”

  * * *

  “Hi, we’re meeting someone. He may be here. Everett Chase,”

  “Yes, of course, right this way.” Another tall, thin, blonde hostess leads us into Cream. He has a type.

  I scan the room. Even in our evening wear, I feel underdressed again. Bespoke suits, perky cleavage and diamonds color the lounge interior.

  “Good evening, ladies,” Everett says, greeting us as we arrive at the table. My heart jumps at the sight of him. His suit is a perfectly fitted glen plaid with a plain white collared shirt and tie. I wonder if his assistant helps him or he’s just gifted.

  “Piper! It’s great to meet you,” he says, shaking her hand and clasping his other one over it for good measure.

  I’m paralyzed thinking of the right way to greet him. Firm handshake, kiss on the cheek, a quick blowjob hello? I’d be fine with any of them, I’m just so happy to see him again.

  “Great to see you, Bronwyn,” he says, taking my hand and pecking my cheek. I feel Piper’s eyes on us, watching carefully.

  I sit on the banquette next to Everett and realize my misstep.

  Strike one. I should have sat next to Piper. Team Namaste. We’re here to talk business and win a good deal for the two of us. She looks at me sternly, but I decide to just go with it. Better than make it more awkward by getting up again.

  “First meeting and we already have paperwork?” Piper says, pointing to the brown accordion folder on the table. “You move quick, Mr. Chase.”

  “When I see something I want, I don’t hesitate,” he replies with a cocky smile and leaning his strong forearm on the table.

  Piper smiles meekly, and takes a sip of her water. I notice a slight tremor in her hand. She’s showing her nerves. I am too.

  A waiter appears and breaks the tension. “Welcome to Cream, I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start anyone with a drink?” he says, looking to Piper.

  She begins to open her mouth and Everett interrupts, “Bring us a bottle of Barolo, three glasses.”

  “Very good, sir,” he says and shuffles away. Piper clears her throat and looks rattled.

  “Everett,” she begins, “Tell us why we’re here.”

  “Good question,” he replies. “I’m eager to talk business, too.”

  Both of his forearms are now on the table, leaning halfway across toward Piper. I’m as interested to hear what he has to say as she is.

  “I understand Bronwyn has told you some things about me, but just so we’re all on the same sheet of music, I’m here to talk business. I love your juice, and I want to take it to the next level. But, right now you have a product, not a company. I have the connections, the knowledge, and mostly importantly, the cash to do it.”

  Piper looks intrigued and we share a smile, listening.

  I can only watch his lips as he talks. I’m feeling that hypnosis again, like the first time we met in his apartment. My eyes roll down to his strong nose, his square, stubbled jaw. I could kiss him right now.

  “Here’s what I can offer,” he says.

  Piper and I lean in.

  “Now, I’m not sure if you’ll both like my terms,” he says, looking over at me.

  “I will write two checks. One to Namaste for $250,000.”

  A tension is building in my throat, and I swallow hard.

  “And another to you, Piper, for $100,000 and your share of the company. My share will be 51% of the company’s equity. Bronwyn will have the rest.” His hand slides over and gives my thigh a squeeze.

  The waiter arrives and shows the bottle of Barolo to Everett. He nods.

  “What does this mean… I’m out?” Piper asks as her voice jumps an octave. She looks to me for an answer, and I have none.

  “Yes,” Everett replies. His eyes are on the glass swirling it several times sharply and then swishing in his mouth.

  “It’s fine,” he says to the waiter who begins to pour us each a glass.

  “I need to own a majority of any small company I’m working on,” he says, returning to the conversation, “I don’t want to waste your time, Piper, being just an employee.”

  I see the thoughts swirling in her mind as well.

  “So, you two are going to run the show?” she asks to both of us.

  “This is news to me,” I say. I’m being honest.

  I take a big gulp of the wine. It tastes good, like I suppose a great Italian wine should, but I’ve never had one before. My enjoyment is tempered as I can see Piper’s anger through the bottom of the glass.

  “Excuse us a minute,” Piper says, and motions for me to join her. “We need to talk in private.”

  * * *

  “Ok, tell me this again,” Piper says stalking back and forth along the bathroom tile. “You knew about this arrangement the whole time.”

  “No, I’ve never known what Everett will do.”

  “Bronwyn…” she says, stopping to look me in the eye, “Don’t bullshit me.”

  “I’m being honest, really,” I say, believing myself for a moment, but I can feel my ears burning.

  “I saw his hand on your leg for Christ’s sake,” she says. She’s looking at me with a pained expression. “Just tell me what’s going on,” she pleads.

  Deep down I’m only being honest about not knowing the specifics of Everett’s offer. I’ve been hiding everything else. I have to tell her about the first meeting, to the second, to the trip to clear my own mind and hers. If our trust is shattered forever, so be it. I have to be honest with the people around me. Starting right now.

  I rub my eyes are few times and start, “Ok, remember that first order from Everett…”

  * * *

  “For a
moment, I thought you two bailed on me,” Everett says pouring his own glass at the table. He’s ordered another bottle and worked his way through a plate of oysters, which are now sitting in a watery ice bath.

  “She did,” I say sitting down with him, dejected.

  “She said I’m terrible friend, and she can’t trust me anymore,” I say.

  Piper and I have been friends since highschool and reconnected here in New York. She’s been one of my few real supporters in this enormous, scary place. I feel terrible, like I’m abandoning her now that I have this shiny object, Everett, at the forefront. I can’t lose myself to him. Am I just being greedy or can I have it all?

  I love when he dominates me sexually. His power, his masculinity. It’s the biggest turn on, giving myself completely over to him. But now he’s asking to remove an important person from my life. My head is spinning. I hoped Everett’s offer would be cash for equity, but I never imagined he wanted Piper out completely.

  Floating in the pool, the vague words he said about Piper not fitting with his plan, right before we had mind-blowing sex again. He must have banged the memory out of my head temporarily. I should have seen this coming.

  “Everett,” I say, looking into his eyes, “I have to be honest. This deal caught me by surprise, too.” I have to talk it over with her.

  He nods and picks up his wine glass, and swirls the light red around. His mood has shifted.

  “I understand,” he says, brooding. “This is a substantial amount of money I’m offering. Does she not need it?”

  “Of course she needs it. We all need money,” I say, “but taking it and leaving means she has some cash in the bank and nothing to work towards.”

  “It’s a fair offer. More than fair,” Everett says, shaking his head. “I thought you two were smart business owners. By my calculation, your business is really worth about $50,000, and I’m valuing it at nearly half a million.”

  His cold numbers don’t lie. Namaste is only profiting a little over a thousand a month, and a Business 101 valuation would put us at $100k at best.

  “Bronwyn, I’m investing in you, not your business. Let me ask you a question, what’s your LTV, lifetime value per customer?”