Making Her Mine: A Secret Billionaire Romance

by Mia Mills

  “Not a problem dearie. Anytime…you’re always gorgeous…Ta ta!” we kiss cheek to cheek before he wave goodbye and lead his team out.

  I close the door behind me and gaze at my ball gown. It is so dazzling. I never thought I’d get the chance to wear something like this. I take off my robe, drop it on the floor and don the gown; I glide each foot in to my pumps.

  Evan knocks on the door, talking from the other side. “You ready?” I walk gracefully to open the door, feeling great about myself. “You look extra gorgeous.” I see Evan smiling from ear to ear, delighted at what he’s seeing.

  He offers his arm and leads our way out to the elevator. When we reached the lobby, everyone’s all eyes on me. The doorman smiles at both of us as he opened the door. Evan opens the door for me. We get into his car, “Thank you Evan,” I smile as he close the car door.

  We are driving across the city and the city lights never fail to amuse me. I know we are nearing our destination as I spot the tall palm trees which are the Beverly Hills’ distinction. As we enter, Evan parks in front of a mansion and he tosses his keys to a valet attendant.

  “Shall we?” he opens my door and takes my hand to his arm.

  I look up. This is so fancy. The architectural design looks like an old Greek mansion where gods and goddesses live. I wave my hands as I beam a smile whenever I see familiar faces, well-known Hollywood actors and actresses, big time business owners, from left to right.

  Evan never forgets to introduce me, greeting these elite people, and more A-list celebrities. I have never been to parties like these, but I feel much more comfortable mingling and not feeling awkward with all these meet-and-greet occasion.

  Evan and I enjoy the food; they are serving French and Italian. The orchestra is pretty amazing with every piece. Evan invites me to dance, so I stand up and bow as he guides me to the center. We sway to every genre; boogie, jazz, and slow dance.

  We are very much enjoying the night. Later on, everyone gathered outside for a fireworks display that is about to start. Evan leads me towards the balcony, commenting that it’s the best view in the house.

  The light show is in display and everyone is cheering. Evan and I chat about how beautiful the fireworks are, as we enjoy another drink of champagne. I think he is flirting with me, but when has he ever not? I ride along and flirt back.

  He leans over me and whispers “Would you like to get more drinks from the wine cellar?” I can smell his faint scent, mixed with champagne aroma.

  I look at him face to face and smile, “Yeah…sure,” I nodded.

  I know what he’s thinking.

  He tags me along, holding my hand as we passed by a wave of people enjoying the fireworks. We reach a small passage and go down the spiral stairway to the cellar. It is so huge; I bet it covers the entire building floor.

  I take off my shoes as I run and look around the shelves to check on the wine labels. It smells good down here, a combination of old wood barrel, and long preserved wine and leather. I love how the floor feels under my feet.

  “Willow,” Evan motions for me to the corner of the last shelf. I could not possibly count, but there are a lot of shelves in here excluding the built-in shelves on the wall.

  He opens a 1950 dry champagne and dig something from his coat pocket. He pulls out Swiss tool to open it.

  “Now, that’s a certified scout ranger.” I laugh at him as I tease him with the tool.

  “Always ready.” he added. We keep on laughing as we drink straight from the bottle.

  “Hello?” a waiter calls, perhaps getting a refill for the guests. “Hello?” he calls again.

  “Shhh—” Evan nestles me into his chest and shushes my lips with his fingertips. The abrupt movement made me dizzy but I plant my foot to avoid getting nauseous. Thank God. I giggle as I burp.

  I hear the guy walk, withdraw a bottle and walk back up the stairs.

  “It is so echoe-y down here,” I whispered. That was a blitz, I press my hands on Evan’s chest trying to stand back on my feet, but he feels so good, I look at him from under his chin, and he looks back at me, smiling. We both let out a laugh as we just succeeded in not getting caught.

  I did not want to move away from him but we continue to stroll and check out all the beautifully aged wine.

  “This is so cool! I wonder where these wine came from? It might be preserved by my grandfather’s, grandfather’s, grandfather’s, grandfather…” I mumble feeling more tipsy and then chuckle about the thought. I did not notice Evan walking behind and stuns me.

  “Oh!” I almost fall but his impulse is fast and he catches me right on time.

  Evan

  As I scan the glass bottles through the wine racks, I grab a bottle of champagne that Willow might like. Bollinger Brut French, which I believe is a delightful champagne available from the 1950s. Tonight, we were holding a Bordeaux glass that has been handed to us by the house valet. The sounds of people chatting and laughing outside can be heard from inside the room.

  I may have not been very drunk yet since my arms do their job catching Willow before she falls on the rocky floor. I look straight into her gleaming eyes as they reflect on the yellow lights of the room. I’m glad I’m stuck in this magical moment with a lovely girl with a sexy personality.

  She looks away, gets herself up and drinks from the champagne glass she is holding.

  “How did you know the Bollinger Brut French is in this rack? Isn’t this your first time to be in here?”

  I don’t know how to answer her question exactly. It’s been my secret that I’ve never told anyone besides my friend who is the owner of this mansion.

  “Yeah it’s my first time to be here in this mansion. I just randomly pick out a champagne that I think you might like.”

  I look down to my glass, awkwardly swirling the liquid around.

  I didn’t pick out that champagne randomly. In fact, I absolutely know where the good ones are placed. This is just not my first time to bring a girl down here and I don’t want anyone to know including Willow.

  Five years ago, it was already past midnight when my friends and I decided to grab some drinks at a local pub. I remember I was gulping down on a beer mug when I noticed that a beautiful girl sat next to me at the bar.

  She was wearing a pink tank top, skinny jeans, and a pair of brown boots. I couldn’t help but gaze at her cleavage that was absolutely revealing since she was leaning on the bar table. She was wearing a red lipstick and biting her lower lip as she stared at me while chugging the beer in her pint glass.

  The blonde girl introduced herself as Sarah and I forgot about her last name since I was too drunk to remember. My friends challenged me to spend the rest of the night with this girl and I was so dumb that I went along with her at a club.

  We danced and drank as much alcohol as we could the whole night. I kissed Sarah on the lips even if she was a stranger, I liked that it was somehow a mystery.

  At that time, I was staying with my good friend who owns this mansion. For some reason, the door of my bedroom is locked shut and I couldn’t handle my boner anymore, so I tried to find elsewhere to fuck her and we ended up unlocking different doors in the house.

  To my luck, the only door that has been unlocked is down in the wine cellar. The heat was on and we both kissed each other. When she agreed to spread her legs, my friend suddenly popped out behind the humongous barrels.

  I can still imagine the look on his face which was a combination of confusion and awkwardness that I had to go down here in the middle of the night to satisfy my lustful urges. To make the story short, my friend knew I tried to fuck someone down here by accident, and it was an awful experience that I don’t want to happen again.

  But being down here with Willow in the wine cellar is pretty much different. I feel very confident and horny as fuck at the same time, because we know each other well and I adore her. She’s never been a stranger to me.

  I break out of my flash backs as Willow pulls down my black tux like
a child. She is furrowing her eyebrows and blinking slowly. I can say she’s a bit tipsy right now.

  “What are you thinking about, Evan?”

  “Oh, nothing. I’m just happy that I get the chance to be with you. I don’t care anywhere we go, as long as I get to stare at your beautiful face.”

  I bend forward and close my eyes to give her a smack on the lips. I look at her and it’s obvious that she wants more than a kiss. So I kiss her once again, but this time I suck on her lower lip. It turns out to be a French kiss that I get to taste her sweet tongue.

  I grab her champagne glass and set it down on a space in a shelf where the bottles are located. She wraps her arms around my neck then slightly scratches my scalp with her long fingernails. We passionately kiss as my hands get busy, aiming for her tits that are peeking through her black plunging neckline gown.

  My hands slide down slowly from her back down to her juicy ass. Fuck, I want to squeeze them all day.

  I give her a big sniff on her neck since I have this habit of smelling girls on their necks which they find it weird, but I like it still. She giggles, and I find it cute.

  “What are you doing? You’re sniffing me like a dog.”

  “Mmm, I want to smell my food before I eat it.”

  We both laugh, and she suddenly jogs away from me and disappears behind the tall racks of wine.

  “Oh, we’re playing hide-and-seek now sweetie?” I yell from a distance.

  It’s a bit dark in the wine cellar. This place is ridiculously huge, and trying to find someone is impossible if they hide down here.

  I scan each section of the room while having a big grin on my face knowing that I will grab her and successfully fuck her gorgeous body. This is taking forever, I can’t wait I want to touch her smooth skin and penetrate her pussy.

  As I walk across the room, I finally found Willow hiding in between a shelf. She is butt-naked. Her back part is exposed, and I can see her ass–her perky ass, as it jiggles while she touched herself. She might be thinking that I won’t be able find her in that corner.

  Oh my god, this is the greatest view I have ever seen in my entire existence. Although from my view, I can only see her pleasuring herself as she moves her fingers in sideways motion.

  I slowly tiptoed, making my way towards her and luckily, she’s not aware that I’m already behind her as she is busy pleasuring herself. I extend my right arm and sticks my two fingers inside her pussy. She made a squeaking sound as she doesn’t expect that I would find her then she tilts her head up as I finger fuck her moist pussy from behind.

  “Oh my god Evan, uuuuugnhh, more—”

  Hearing her lovely moans makes me glad that I’m really doing a great job pleasuring her and making her wet, getting ready to take my hard cock very soon. As I finger her from behind, she pulls out another beverage on the rack. This time, she manages to twist open the cap of the bottle without struggling.

  “Ooh, Chateau Lafite, nice pick baby.”

  “Evan, shut up. It seems that you have tasted every wine that is in this room.”

  She smirks and drinks straight from the bottle and passes it to me. I drink it down and to my surprise, she lowers herself to my already stiff cock.

  “I want to know if your cum tastes better than the wine.”

  I swallow the wine down immediately as I nod my head to her idea. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as she starts to jerk me off, while having this teasing look on her face. She wraps her mouth on my cock and tries to put it far back as she can.

  My body is now weak, I have no control over it. I suddenly lose my grip on the wine bottle, creating a loud bang as it shatters on the rocky floor. I knew this scandalous sound will grab the attention of anyone in the room or even anyone outside.

  Next thing I know is I am holding Willow’s hand as we run across the room, finding a place to hide. I found the large barrel section and we proceed to hide at the back.

  The big wooden door creaks open as the waiter walks in to see what’s happening inside. Willow is still panting, and she is breathing loud so covered her mouth with my hand, to prevent drawing attention to us. I peek on a small hole on the wine rack as I see the waiter cleaning the mess which he immediately finishes and leaves within a matter of seconds.

  I turn around towards Willow and to my surprise, she’s now going down on me to resume on sucking my cock. It caught me off guard but I like it.

  “Fuck, sweetie, your mouth is so awesome.”

  She grins, and she continuously bobs her head as I pull her hair back to get it out of her face. I thrust my hips a bit towards her mouth. Her eyes are glistening with lust and eagerness to take my whole cock.

  “F-fuck Willow, I’m c–“

  Before I could finish my sentence, she grabs my balls and looks up at me. She sucks the tip of my cock as I feel my cum rush out and she swallows every single drop.

  I grab her hands, whispering to her ear, “I want more.”

  “Then I’ll give everything to you.” She replied, almost murmuring the words.

  I slam her back hardly on one of the enormous wine barrels. She bites her lower lip as I lift her left leg, exposing her wet pussy that looks tighter than ever. I slide my cock on her pussy lips backward and forward slowly, and I let out a big breath from the good feeling I get.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and I gently lift her up, positioning her on top of a large wine barrel that is perfect for me to fuck her missionary style. I lower myself as I aim my shaft in her wet hole, sticking it in, inch by inch.

  “Evan, stop teasing me and shove your cock inside my pussy. I can’t wait anymore.”

  She pleads, furrowing her eyebrows. She looks so hot when she begs so teasing her is very rewarding.

  I kiss her on the lips and immediately, I shove my huge cock inside her. Mmmmmmhhh, her pussy is so tight. She curses a lot and moans loudly.

  I hold her wrists as her arms are crossed on each other, squeezing both of her large breasts. Since I’m on top, I enjoy gazing at her bouncing breasts as I continue to thrust my big cock inside her tight hole.

  “Ugh, I’m cumming!”

  She’s cumming already? Wow, I must be doing a great job.

  “Say my name, sweetheart.”

  Her mouth can’t produce words but only her moans. I pound her harder, pinning her down on top of the large wine barrel.

  “Ugh, Fuck, Evan I’m cumming!”

  I thrust faster and faster as Willow hugs me tight and I lift her back like she is being possessed. I shoot my cum inside her pussy at the same time I hear the fireworks booming outside. As I slowly pull out my cock, her insides clench, wrapping tightly on my shaft.

  The sounds of our fast breathing echo in the whole room. I turn my head towards her and she looks back. I run my fingers to her hair and give her a peck on her lips. It is smooth, and I can still taste the wines that we have tasted.

  We grab our clothes and start to get dressed. As I put on my boxers and pants, the door abruptly opens as the waiter comes in and walk towards the aisle between the first and the second wine rack. Fortunately, we are in the middle of the room where the wine barrels are placed.

  I signal Willow to hurry putting on her dress and she does, but her shoes are missing. I really don’t have an idea where we threw her shoes. In fact, I don’t have an idea where she undressed herself since I found her naked. I can’t even remember much how we got undressed, I just knew we fucked so hard.

  I try to look around the aisles one by one and I finally found her shoes hiding in the space between the fourtieth wine racks. So, this is how huge this place is? I am suddenly amazed at how the waiters know where the specific alcoholic drinks are located.

  As I run and attempt to grab Willow’s red pumps, I accidentally bump on the waiter. I have no idea that he walks so fast.

  “What are you doing here sir?”

  I stare at him, standing still in a moment. My heart skips a beat as Willow stops herself from running behind the waiter. S
he immediately hides behind a wine rack as soon as the waiter looks back.

  “I-I’m looking for a particular brand of wine. My friend recommended me to get a...um.”

  My mind goes blank now. I know most of the wine brands, but I can’t fucking think of anything.

  “I recommended him to get a Montoya Cabernet.”

  Willow’s voice echoes the room as she appears behind the wine rack now facing the waiter. I smirk as she knows what she’s saying. The waiter looks confused as where did she suddenly come from and looks down, seeing her bare foot.

  “Madame, where are your sh–“

  “My shoes?” She raises and eyebrow.

  “Yes, Madame.”

  “I lost them here as I used the ladder to climb up the wine racks that I can’t reach.”

  I let out a giggle but try to hold myself back.

  She giggles too and looks back at the waiter.

  “So, where can we find the wine that we are particularly looking for?”

  “Oh, it’s right there on the fiftieth section, Madame.”

  “Alright, thank you.”

  I grab her shoes that were hiding between the racks. We both hold in a wheeze as I hold her hand, escorting her to the fiftieth section.

  “You’re such a smart girl, Willow.”

  “I know right,” she says smiling. “It’s one of the things you and Cole like about me.”

  “By the way, how did you know what brand of wine to say to the waiter?”

  “I just passed through the fiftieth section and memorize it.”

  We laugh as we get the wine and walk out of the room. This is such a party to remember and I hope Cole does not hold me in contempt. But I bet he’s planning to do something similar too.

  Willow

  I walk to the dressing area to try out the clothes picked for me by the art department that I am going to wear for the film. I still can’t get the news that I saw on TV out of my mind. It’s just devastating. Marco does not plan on leaving me alone. What am I going to do? I am as clueless as I am baffled.