Possessive Billionaire Boss

by Beatrice Brae

  I was taken aback, puzzled by his answer. I didn’t know what game he was playing, but I was sure he didn’t want to date me. I was sure he just wanted to use me, and I was not having it.

  “Thank you for your offer, Mr. Young, but I have plans for tonight. I would never ditch a girlfriend to go out with a man. Especially not with you.”

  “We could all go out. I don’t mind.”

  I laughed sarcastically. “I don’t think ice skating is an activity you would like, Mr. Young, but you are more than welcome to join us if you promise to break a leg. And thank you for the offer, but I don’t want to work for your company anymore. So, I wish you a pleasant evening. Goodbye.”

  I had almost pushed the end button when he answered.

  “I love skating. I can’t wait to be on the ice. I haven’t done it in a long time, so I might make your dream come true and break my leg.” He sounded amused. “Maybe if I’m bloodied and bruised at your feet, you will forgive me. See you on the ice.”

  The call disconnected, and I realized I’d just accepted an offer to go out with my former boss.

  ***

  “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” Lexi said, putting her skates on. “I don’t think it’s safe for you to go out on the ice after drinking.” She stood. “You don’t have to go out at all if you don’t feel good. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, but I’m determined to go out and have fun.”

  I laughed and rose, making a twirl. “Okay. I think I’ll try a little on the edge. I don’t want to break my neck now that I’m broke and unemployed.”

  “Come on, hold me by the hand.”

  The truth was, I’d only drank half a glass of wine, but I’d eaten an impressive amount of ice cream. I wanted to get out on the ice and have fun with my friend because this was our last opportunity for a few weeks. Lexi was leaving for Europe the next day and I for my sister’s wedding. If I didn’t find a job quickly, I wouldn’t be able to live in New York anymore. Maybe it would be better to go back to my hometown.

  Besides, I didn’t want to let my former boss ruin my evening.

  I went out onto the ice holding Lexi’s hand but quickly felt in my element and left to do some pirouettes. I loved skating. I was lost in my thoughts when I collided with a strong, muscular body and we both tumbled to the ice.

  I wanted to die of shame when I leaned back and realized that I was holding my hand on the front of the guy’s pants, and remarkably, that part was swollen.

  “I normally prefer to be taken on a few dates before we get to this part, but this time I don’t mind. I would do anything to satisfy you, Angel,” my boss whispered in my ear. My former boss.

  I tried to get up, but I only made things worse when I moved over him. He moaned, body tensing, and I froze, not knowing what to do or how to act.

  “Angel, my dear. Stop moving,” he whispered. His hand came up and tangled through my hair. His voice was strained, and I raised my head and looked him straight in the eyes. His lips curved as if he was in pain.

  “Something hurting you?” I asked uncertainly.

  Weston moaned again and stared at my mouth. “Of course it hurts,” he said through gritted teeth. He lowered his head and kissed me like I had never kissed before.

  He took possession of my mouth. Pleasure and warmth exploded throughout my body. His lips were firm and sensual, and his fingers slid sensuously over my back, bringing me closer to him. I wanted the kiss to last forever. I moaned, lost in his touch.

  “OMG, Sara, are you all right? Here, let me help you get up,” Lexi said, her voice full of concern.

  Weston froze and then broke the kiss, his fingers pressed into my back.

  “I’m fine, Lexi.” My voice was a dry whisper. Weston and I finally got up from the ice, but he was still holding my hand.

  Lexi eyed him suspiciously. “Come on, Sara, let’s get you something warm to drink, and then I’ll get you home.”

  The kiss had shaken me, and I realized how much I missed being kissed and touched even though I’d never had sex. When I didn’t say anything, Lexi got angry and turned to Weston. “What happened? What did you do to her?”

  “Hi, Lexi, right? I’m Weston Young,” he said, still holding my hand. “It was my fault. The last time I went figure skating was ten years ago. I’m afraid my skills are rusty at best. I tripped, and we fell. I’m sorry, Angel. The last thing I want is to cause you more pain.”

  Lexi gave him a curt nod but didn’t say anything.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked. “I told you I was going out with my friend.”

  “You invited me, Angel. You said, and I quote, “Come over if you want.” Obviously, I came. I couldn’t miss out on figure skating. Ten years have passed since I went ice skating. A little too long. And I have something to talk to you about.”

  Lexi laughed. “Okay, I see that everything is fine. Kids, I’ll leave you alone and go to the bar to drink something.” She looked at Weston harshly. “You either take care of her or I will break your legs.”

  “Yes, ma’am, I’ll take care of her,” he said. Lexi turned and left.

  Weston raised my hand and kissed the inside of my palm. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  I shuddered. “Yes, I fell on something soft.” I blushed when I remembered that I’d touched his penis. “I should ask you how you feel.”

  “I’m fine, Angel. Let’s get off the ice and get a drink. I have something to talk to you about.”

  We left the ice and found a table. Weston ordered hot chocolate, and we stared at each other as the waitress disappeared to retrieve our order. I looked around for Lexi, but she was gone.

  Weston cleared his throat. “I found out who posted that damned ad.”

  My breath caught. “Who?”

  “Hellman, your former boss. I’m so sorry. He has been embezzling money, and you wrote in your last report that you had found some weird numbers. He wanted to get rid of you.”

  “Yeah, I remember that, but I never suspected him.”

  Weston took my hand again. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You can have your job back, of course. That’s why I came here tonight. But it’s not the only reason.”

  “Why did you kiss me?” I blurted.

  “I like you, Angel. A lot. I like your wit and your humor, and that should be enough to get me a first date. I really want to date you. What do you say we take things slow and see where they take us?”

  “I don’t want to work for you if we’re going to give this a try.”

  He shrugged. “I understand your reasons for not wanting to work for me. I don’t agree with them, but it’s your decision. As long as you let me kiss you like we did on the ice, I’m happy with whatever you want.”

  CHAPTER 3

  WESTON

  My initial plan of fucking her and getting her out of my system failed miserably. After two weeks of dating, I was out of my mind with sexual frustration, so much so that I couldn’t sleep properly. I spent as much time as I could with her, which I had never done with a woman before.

  I liked spending time with her. Sara didn’t expect dates at expensive restaurants or extravagant shopping sessions. She didn’t let me lavish her with my money, which made her special in my eyes.

  I was pleased to go to the movies or ice skating, but the lack of sexual activity nearly made me lose my mind. I hadn’t masturbated so much since my teens.

  We were supposed to meet later in the day. She’d called, very happy, and invited me to go out to celebrate her new job. I was proud she’d found a new job in just two weeks. New York was a difficult city, but she was a tough girl.

  That evening after dinner, I invited her back to my house. She had been to the private theatre in my apartment twice for movie nights. Being rich had its advantages.

  We were drinking wine and watching a movie when we started talking about our past relationships.

  “Have you dated many models?” she blurted out of nowhere.

  I
eyed her. “A few. My last relationship ended six months ago. I’ve been single ever since.”

  I knew where this question was coming from. Sara was a little unsure about her curvy body, but she was just as beautiful as all my former girlfriends.

  “Sara, you’re a stunning woman, and I love your body. I want to have sex with you. I desire you very much. But you’re a virgin, and I’m trying to be a gentleman and not pressure you into sex. You have to be ready for this.” I leaned in, cupped her head, and kissed her lips. “Tell me why you’re still a virgin.”

  “I don’t know,” Sara said, playing with her hair.

  I grabbed her chin again and looked into her blue eyes.

  “I guess I haven’t met the right guy,” she said.

  “Sara, I’m not judging you, but you have to admit, it’s a little unusual.”

  “Yes, it’s weird,” she admitted. “The truth is, I haven’t dated much. I dated my ex-boyfriend from senior year until I finished college. I broke off the relationship eighteen months ago, and a month later, he started dating my sister. Our relationship was a long-distance one, so maybe that’s why it took so long until I realized we weren’t right for each other. The truth is, he didn’t make me feel alive or full of desire and adventure. That is how you make me feel.” Her eyes darkened to an intense blue.

  I couldn’t help myself; I leaned over and captured her lips. Sara moaned with pleasure, and I slid my hand under her shirt until I found silky skin and a round, perfect breast. I was curious as to what sounds Sara would make if I brushed my tongue over her nipple.

  She didn’t stop me when I unfastened the buttons of her shirt, so I continued until I discovered soft skin under the lace bra that covered her breasts. I set aside a cup of the bra and released one of her breasts, eagerly taking the nipple in my mouth and sucking it into a tight bud.

  Sara’s body tightened like a bow and she screamed. I liked that she was a screamer. A lot.

  I was preparing to go to the other breast when her phone started ringing, and the spell was broken. I had never hated technology in my life more than at that time. My penis was painfully hard, screaming for release.

  I got up and retrieved her phone from the table, handed it to her, and then went to the kitchen to pour some wine so that Sara could have some privacy while talking to the person who called her.

  I returned in a few minutes and found her very upset, close to tears. Her shirt was back on.

  I rushed to her. “Sara, what happened?”

  Her eyes brimmed with tears; she took a deep breath. I took her hand to comfort her, and she leaned into my chest. I brushed her silky hair with my hand.

  “It’s my dad,” she sighed. “He’s insisting that I go to my sister’s wedding to my ex-boyfriend in two weeks. I don’t want to go, but Dad is really pressuring me.”

  “I understand. But Angel, if you don’t want to go, then you don’t have to. But maybe you should face the situation so you can leave the past behind.”

  “Maybe you’re right. It’s just that for me, the past is dead and buried. And it feels weird to go and see your ex marry your sister, even if she is my stepsister.”

  “Do you still have feelings for your ex-boyfriend? Is that why you don’t want to go?”

  Sara glared at me. “Definitely not.”

  I raised my hands in defeat. “I understand. But you’re mine now, and I don’t share.”

  Saying that was a dumb move because it pissed her off even more. God damn, she was even more beautiful when she was angry. I wanted to fuck her on the spot. Get a grip, Young, I told myself.

  She took her bag from the couch and headed for the door. “I’m leaving; I’m no one’s property.”

  “Of course you are. You are mine as I am yours!”

  She stopped with her hand on the door handle and turned to face me. “What does that mean?”

  “I want to have an exclusive relationship, and I want to come with you to the wedding. As your boyfriend.” I took her hand and pressed it to the front of my pants.

  “Do you feel that?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “I’ve burned for you from the day you waltzed into my office, and no amount of jerking off has helped. I want to pin you down and fuck you, but you mean so much more than that to me. So, I’ve played like a nice little boyfriend and waited. Because you are a virgin. But dammit, you’re my virgin. Mine!”

  Sara stared at me. “All right, then. I’m yours, you’re mine, we’re exclusive, you’re my boyfriend, and we’re going to that damn wedding.” She turned and headed for the couch. “Are you coming?”

  “Where?”

  “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do anything,Weston. Please come here and let me help you with your problem.”

  I rushed to her, my need for her ignited even more, and my Angel delivered on her promise.

  CHAPTER 4

  SARA

  “And tell me, my dear sister, where is this new boyfriend of yours? You said you were going to bring him to the wedding. It seems he’s a ghost since nobody else can see him.”

  Her voice was sweet as sugar, but her words were pure venom. She exchanged knowing looks with her bridesmaids, and they all laughed. I knew she wanted to humiliate me, but I wasn’t going to let her.

  “Like I already told you, Daisy, he had a meeting to attend. He’s a little late, but he’ll be here. Now, if you will all excuse me, I want to go and get a drink.”

  I smiled, lifted my empty glass, and turned, but my sister’s sugary voice pierced the air. Again.

  “Don’t you at least have a picture of him on your phone that you can show us?”

  I turned around, saw her triumphant smile, and wanted to disappear on the spot. She had me there. I didn’t have a million pictures of my fake boyfriend on my phone. I didn’t even have one.

  Instead, I had a lot of photos of the man my sister was marrying tomorrow, which I would delete as soon as I left. I should have done it a long time ago. Our relationship had ended two years ago, and I’d moved on. I didn’t love him anymore and questioned if I ever did. We’d been too young to know what love truly was.

  I cleared my throat to gain some time. My sister was all ironic smiles, and I wanted to shake her. I took a deep breath. Where in the world was he? He was supposed to be here an hour ago. And now he’d left me alone with this pack of she-wolves. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted a billionaire.

  “What are you girls doing?”

  I glanced over to find my father and stepmother approaching. My father’s voice brought me back to earth.

  My evil stepsister smirked at him. “Sara was just going to show us a photo of her new boyfriend. Since he is late, we were curious about what he looks like. She offered to show us some pictures of him. You know us girls have a million pictures of our boyfriends on our phone. She can’t wait to show him off. Do you want to see a picture of him, Daddy?” She gave him her most innocent smile.

  My father’s face filled with happiness. “I’m so happy that you girls are getting along so well.” He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “And I’m so happy that you came. I’ve missed you so much. I know that you have grown up, but you’ll always be my little girl.”

  His eyes got all teary, and I was grateful for the interruption. He’d saved me. Again. Even though she called him Daddy to piss me off, he’d always be my daddy.

  “Now, young lady, show me that young man of yours. I’m awfully curious about him,” my father said.

  My sister laughed. “Aren’t we all.” Her voice filled with sarcasm.

  “Daddy, not you too,” I groaned. I felt cornered and didn’t know what to say.

  “OMG, turn the TV up.” Darlene’s excited voice filled the air. She gestured animatedly toward the TV. “I want to know what they’re saying about that guy. He was in my shop this morning and ordered some flowers. That man is so hot, I want to have him for breakfast.”

  She rushed towards the television in the bar, and we all followed
her. The bartender fiddled with the remote control and turned the sound up.

  I was relieved because everybody forgot about me and turned their attention toward the news. I was thrilled with the interruption. Darlene had saved my ass.

  My sister, however, was not pleased by the interruption. She looked like she wanted to murder poor Darlene.

  “Billionaire businessman, Weston Young, arrived in town yesterday afternoon. He met with the mayor and city officials today. Our sources say that he is interested in opening a factory here. That is good news for the city, since it would tremendously help our local economy,” the anchor said.

  I froze when they cut to the video of him meeting with the mayor. He hadn’t told me that he was meeting with city officials. He’d just said he had a business meeting.

  “He is so dreamy,” Darlene said with adoring puppy eyes. “He’s even more good-looking in person, you know? And he’s a great person. He gave me a big tip to have the flowers ready for tomorrow afternoon when I told him we had to finish all the flowers for the wedding. He also spent a lot of money. Bought half the store.”

  Now I was pissed off. He’d had time to order flowers but stood me up.

  “Come on, Darlene. Don’t make a fool of yourself,” my sister said. “If this guy was ordering flowers, he obviously has a girlfriend. He wouldn’t date someone like you. He’s a billionaire. I’m sure he’s dating some model or actress or some such. You don’t stand a chance.”

  “Don’t talk to her like that, Daisy. He’s not like that. Darlene, you are a beautiful woman with a good soul. He would totally date you. Please ignore bullies. They only have power over you if you don’t stand up to them,” I said and winked at her.

  “How would you know what he would do, Sara? You don’t know him. You don’t even know what your boyfriend is doing since he’s obviously stood you up, if he even exists.”

  “Daisy, don’t talk to your sister like that,” my stepmother said. “I raised you better than that. Your sister told you when she got here that her boyfriend was going to be late. Stop being mean to her.”