Making Her Mine: A Secret Billionaire Romance

by Mia Mills

Maya hugs me tightly. I have a feeling she now understood where I was coming from. "I'm so sorry, Sean. I really am."

  "Don't be. It's not your fault. But, that's the reason why I am so secretive. I'm afraid that if I get close to a woman and they discover my real identity, they would love the money more than me. It's happened on more than one occasion, to be honest with you." I reply.

  "But then, why were you showering me with all those gifts?" She asks.

  "To be honest, they were tests at first. I wanted to see if you'll be more interested in me for the money rather than for being with, well, me. But you didn't. You genuinely liked to spend time with me and have new experiences with me rather than spend my money or lavish on things.” I explain, “Sometimes, you would even question why I would even acquire such a thing."

  She nods slowly and smiles at me. "I see. So that's why you were asking me regarding my intentions a few days ago."

  "Exactly," I reply. "I didn't want to be left heartbroken, knowing I was already falling for you."

  "Do I still pass then?" She hugs my neck and nuzzles on my chest.

  "Of course…You pass with flying colors too." I reply.

  I feel the weight on my chest lighten as I see her start to laugh.

  She's okay, and we're okay.

  We can make this work.

  I squeeze her hands and kiss them over and over before moving to her face. I study her face and cup her cheek gently, thumbing the skin. I notice she smells like berries and earth.

  "Mariah?" I whisper.

  She turns to me and smiles. "What? What is it?"

  I kiss her deeply and pull her close to me. My eyes gaze upon hers, seeing the starlight in her eyes. I know I can never find any other woman who will love me the same way as Maya does. Finding genuine and honest people is hard to find these days, so I'll take my chance with her.

  I pull out a black box containing a beautiful gold necklace with a diamond in the middle. "Maya? Will you give me the honor of calling you mine?"

  She gasps and tears up at me as I clasp the piece of jewellery around her neck. "Yes…I want you to be my boyfriend."

  I smile to myself, thinking how lucky I am.

  With a mutual understanding of how deep our love is for each other, we seal the memory of this night with a kiss.

  Chapter 26

  Mariah

  It’s Christmas Eve!

  The festive season is beginning to reach its peak as the assorted Christmas lights and décor illuminates both the resort and the town outside. It's a snowy Christmas Eve, but that doesn't stop the people from enjoying the festivities being held at the town square.

  From my comfortable, leather seat at the bar, I look over to the streets below. Children run around and play, hurling balls of snow at each other from one side of the road to the other while dressed in their winter garbs.

  Groups of carolers march from house to house, singing hymns and popular Christmas songs. Some are better singers than others, but what's important is that they're having fun. Most of them are children anyway, so that's perfectly acceptable.

  My resources tell me that there's a Santa gift-giving activity at the main square. I remember when my family and I would participate. The smiles on every participating child's face would be enough to fill your heart with joy.

  Somehow, I quite wish I can experience the same again, but I know that adults want different things now. In fact, I am waiting for mine.

  "Hey, Maya!" I hear a familiar voice, taking my mind away from my thoughts.

  I look around to see Khloe waving her hand at me. We share a tight hug and a few cheek kisses.

  "Merry Christmas!" She greets me.

  "Merry Christmas Khloe," I greet her back. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

  Happily, she nods to me and giggles. I can tell something is up with her, but I can't seem to pinpoint it.

  "I'm going on a date." She tells me.

  My eyes go wide, and I grab her in a tight hug again. "That's great! Go and enjoy yourself, okay?"

  She nods to me and gives me a warm smile before finally saying her goodbye for the night. I'm happy that she’s spending the eve with a date. After all, I imagine I won't be able to stay with her all night tonight given I'll be spending the festivities with Sean.

  I take a seat at the long bar table, asking for a flute of champagne. Sean is taking a lot longer than usual, but I don't mind.

  He is the owner of the resort, after all.

  I'm sure he needs time to settle a few things for the in-house festivities here. There's an on-going ball, and a few movie screenings happening at the mini theater here. Plenty of people are also skating at the ice rink at the front area of the building. I'm sure it's a busy time for him.

  My reflection greets me as I look in a mirror. My red skirt perfectly accentuates my hips while my white long-sleeve off-shoulder top streamlines my torso going down to my waist. I have my brown hair fixed in a long braid, keeping it out of the way and exposing my shoulders and neck.

  Around ten minutes later, I spot Sean entering the bar and looking around. He looks gorgeous in his crimson-colored tuxedo, black vest, and black trousers. The shade of red he's sporting is quite a beautiful contrast to my own rose-colored dress. The black bow tie around his neck is adorable.

  I go up to him sneakily, enveloping his waist in my arms. "Hey, handsome!"

  He looks down at me and laughs, before gently planting a kiss on my ruby-colored lips. "You look stunning, baby. You are like Santa's little helper."

  "Santa's little helper?" I ask as I look at him weirdly. "Am I an elf?"

  "You're probably small enough to be one." He teased.

  I frown at him and cross my arms over my chest. "That's mean."

  He laughs before shaking his head. He tries to pry my hands away from my chest and kiss them. "I'm sorry. I was just kidding. But I'm honest about what I said. You look absolutely beautiful."

  I can't stay mad at him even if I want to. I sigh and readjust his tuxedo jacket. "You look handsome too. Too handsome, even. I'm worried other women will try to capture your heart."

  He smirks at me before replying, "I actually fear the same thing with you. You just look magnificent, and other men might try to chase you. If that happens, there will be bloodshed."

  I start to laugh at him. "Let's just get you some champagne. Come on!"

  We walk hand in hand to the bar and grab ourselves another round of champagne. It feels good to feel that buzz and alcoholic kick. Soon, the live band starts to play. I look up at Sean and poke his face.

  "Dance with me, Mr. Harrington," I tell him.

  "Oooh, such a demanding little lady you are," he teases before pulling me to the dance floor.

  A modern version of the Carpenters' song "Christmas Waltz" starts to play from the band. Sean takes my hand and places his other hand on my waist. His breath gently brushes on my forehead as we sway to the beat of the song. Everything starts to fade, and it's just me and Sean in the room.

  When I look at him, I see my future standing there. I’m staring right in the face of the love I've longed to experience.

  I rest my head on his chest and smile as his heart starts to beat like the fluttering of a bird. Around us, I can smell the faint scent of roses and burnt firewood. Surprisingly, he's not wearing any perfume today.

  "You're the best present I've been given this year," I say, fumbling with his bow tie.

  He smiles and nods in agreement. "You're the best present for me too. You're all I had ever wanted, Maya. I hope you believe me when I say it. I love you."

  I feel the heat rising from my chest to my cheeks. Our eyes twinkle as we looked at each other. "You're more than I've ever hoped for. I love you too, Sean. I truly do. I love you."

  Sean kisses me tenderly. I pull away from him slightly before teasingly asking, "So…If I'm your present for this year, would you like to open me now?"

  At first, his face looks absolutely shocked that I even asked him like that. But then
, he smirks and chuckles at me. "Why, of course…I would love to unwrap you right now."

  Sean takes me in his arms, bridal style, and brings me to the private elevator with my arms firmly fixed around his neck.

  Softly, he whispers in my ear, "Best Christmas present ever."

  The chills run down my spine as I realize I'm in for one of the best Christmas Eve's of my life.

  Chapter 27

  Sean

  Sexy.

  There are so many words to describe how beautiful she looks tonight, but somehow, sexy if the most fitting. If there are better superlatives for it, that’s what best describes her look, seeing her at the bar tonight.

  I’ve never seen a more attractive woman other than her. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman. No one can top her. Except maybe when I’m on top of her. I laugh at the idea.

  I love how we both are wearing red tonight. We didn’t plan it, nor did we expect each other to be dressed as such, but it just happened. I guess you can say, it’s one of those telepathic moments with the partner you call the one.

  Tonight’s festivities clearly have had a toll on me. I couldn’t have any break before seeing Maya as I had to open a lot of activities for the day. Christmas Eve is always a hectic time for me, especially when I’m in the facility itself.

  Over the past two years, I haven’t been on the property for Christmas and have only tasked people to cover for me instead. However, I really can’t run away from the responsibilities of managing the place with my own person so…this year I had to make an exception. Still, I am happy because if I hadn’t, I might have had a very miserable Christmas alone.

  Now that the activities are well underway and have no need for me anymore, I can finally turn my attention to my lovely girlfriend, Mariah. My steps are brisk as I carry her towards the VIP elevator, as is customary for entering my penthouse.

  “Baby,” I say, cooing to her ear, “Please press the button. You know which one.”

  Her giggles fill in the confined space of the elevator. I hear a beep and feel the motors kick to life. It’s quite a long way up, but I am happy to share every moment with her. With her around, everything seems to get lighter.

  We stare at each other. I cannot help but admire her silently as we waited for the ride to the top to finish. My arms are already starting to feel the weight of her body so I gently put her feet down on the floor.

  “Tired already?” She teases.

  I feel the sweat slowly trickle down the back of my head as I sheepishly grinned at her. “Sorry babe…I’m just burned from all the festivities of the day.”

  Thankfully, she doesn’t seem all that upset about it. In fact, she pulls me closer to her by the tie and steps back towards the steel walls. A smirk is fixed on her face.

  “Oh my dear sweet Sean…” she starts, “You must be very tired from all the activities today. Let me give you a bit of an energy boost, shall I?”

  I cannot even respond as she immediately shoves her mouth on mine. I feel her tongue slip into my mouth and lick my own. Her warm hands pull me closer to her by the neck. I can feel the tightness in my pants growing as she continue to lick my tongue.

  In a frenzy, I readily push her against the wall and bite her bottom lip teasingly. My hand quickly slips under her skirt and between her soft, heated legs. I can tell she’s very excited by how dripping her inner parts are. I teasingly rub softly on her folds, making her moan in my mouth.

  “You’re already so wet, baby…We haven’t even reached my room yet.” I tease.

  She whines at me as she bites her own lip. “Look…I really cannot help it. The more I look at you, even just imagining you…It makes me so wet and horny. You have put a spell on me, Mr. Harrington. I cannot stop thinking about you.”

  Her words are incredibly sexy, and I can feel my dick throb from it. I look down at my crotch and see the raging bulge I’m sporting, already begging to be released from its tight, fabric prison.

  “Aww, now you got me all hard baby,” I feign complaint.

  She leans closer to me before slipping her thigh between my legs. Slowly, she rubs the flesh over my clothed cock, and I can’t help but moan in pleasure. Her thigh is so warm and firm from all the years of skiing.

  “Do you enjoy when I do this, Sean?” She asks me while still continuing to rub.

  I nod earnestly. I can tell she is also enjoying doing this to me. Her mischievous face says it all. Suddenly, I feel something else touch my prized cock.

  A hand?!

  By some miracle, she’s able to unbuckle my belt just enough for her to slip her slim hand underneath my trousers. I groan as I feel her warm, nimble fingers gently tease the briefed dick under it. Her palm cups my cock and rubs, making me grip on the elevator railings and forcing my eyes shut.

  “F-Fuck…Mariah…” I moan.

  Ding!

  Ah, at last! The LED light announce our arrival at the Penthouse. Finally, we’re on my turf. She smirks at me before pulling out her wicked hand from my trousers. Then, she struts out of the elevator and into my pod as if she owns it.

  “That wicked woman…” I mumble to myself as I follow her towards the living area.

  She sits on the leather sofa before turning towards me. “So, what do you have in store for us tonight?”

  “Plenty of stuff,” I reply.

  “What kind of stuff?” She presses on.

  I go towards the kitchen area, which is still visible from the living room. Squatting, I open one of the lower cabinets and fish out an expensive bottle of champagne. This one was a present from my father when he went to France.

  I’m very much excited to drink this with Maya. It has a slightly higher alcoholic content than normal champagne. It would be fascinating how she would react to it, if at all.

  Carefully, I take out two champagne flutes and walk towards her with all our drinking paraphernalia. She looks at me with surprise, as if questioning my decision to get us alcoholic beverages once again.

  “Baby, relax. Let’s just have a bottle and celebrate, yeah?” I tell her.

  She pouts a bit and makes way towards me. “You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you?”

  “Not at all, honey,” I reply.

  I place the glasses down and pour us both some of the liquid. The bubbles float towards the top, and the strong smell of the alcohol quickly hits the nose. An inexperienced drinker may actually end up getting drunk just from the scent of this liquor.

  My fingers pick up one glass from the stem and hand it over to Mariah. She takes it willingly as I pick up the second flute. We clink our glasses together with the customary words “Cheers!”

  I notice Maya trembling slightly, which fills me with concern. I place my glass down and walk towards a wall where the room thermometer is located. I realize I may have forgotten something important.

  “Baby, just excuse me for a second, okay? I need to open the fireplaces.” I tell her.

  She nods to me before wrapping her arms around herself. Clearly, the cold is getting to her. Without any hesitation, I pull off my tuxedo jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. The fabric is still warm having just been taken off a hot human being.

  She daintily thanks me before I head to the fireplaces. I light both the living room and bedroom fireplaces to ensure the heat is distributed throughout the room.

  For tonight, I did arrange a unique blend of firewood. It’s an applewood base with several sticks of cinnamon with it. Soon, the entire room is filled with the sweet scent of apples and cinnamon. Maya immediately picks up on it.

  “That smells amazing, Sean! What the hell did you put in it??” She asks.

  “Something special, baby,” I reply.

  I walk down towards the living area again and pour us another glass of champagne. By now, I notice that the bottle is already half-empty. I look towards Maya and see the girl giggling at me, with her face completely red from the alcohol.

  My mind cannot imagine how quickly she downed the cont
ents of this bottle. I pat her face and ask, “How much did you drink?”

  “A lot…” She replies. “It tastes amazing.”

  I sigh before taking a few more glasses. I stop her from taking any more, afraid that she might actually drink herself unconscious if she we to continue. This doesn’t sit well with her, though, as she starts to whine at me for forbidding her.

  “Let me drink, Sean!” She complains.

  I look away from her, trying to seem strong in my resolve. That resolve, of course, is slowly crumbling. “No.”

  She frowns before deciding to take matters into her own hands. Her hands reach behind her and immediately zip down the zipper of her dress. I am startled at what she is doing. Finally, she gets the dress off of her body, and I am stocked.

  Maya takes the opportunity and quickly snatches away the bottle from my hand. Still, I cannot keep my eyes away from her beautifully sculpted figure. She starts to chug down the alcohol, but a bit of it starts to ooze out of her mouth to her face.

  I shake my head and go to her silently. Without warning, I lick over the spots where the liquor touched her skin. She flinches, and this does enough for me to stop her from chugging any more of it. Her moans start to fill the room in unison with the crackling of the firewood.

  I pry the bottle away from her hand as I lick down to her jaw and over her neck. Her instinctive reaction is to arch her head sideways, giving me more headroom. I gladly take the opportunity to leave marks on her pretty little neck.

  “Count many hickies I give you,” I order, licking the skin as sensually as possible.

  She cannot even muster a reply as she’s already moaning very loudly. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy. It mixes well with the sweet scent around the room.

  My tongue flicks over the spot I wish to bruise. My lips enclose the skin, and I begin to suck frantically, licking the area as the surface pulls into my vacuum-like mouth. She starts moaning uncontrollably, taking hold of my hair.

  One…Two…Three… I line her neck with small, purple bruises. Four…Five… I suck harder and bigger, leaving more visible impressions on her skin. I continue the onslaught on her skin, alternating between small and large bruises.