My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (51 page)

I was excited that I had indeed passed the test, however. It crossed my mind over and over that I did not think that I would be able to pass it. I thought that at any time I was going to move. But as Mason said, I did good. Now we were going through the back roads of France on our way back to Paris. I almost didn’t want to go back. Mason was different here. It was as though he was no longer the billionaire playboy with slick elegant clothes, but a French farm boy, chopping wood and being rugged. It fit him well and I enjoyed watching him do it. I looked over at him while he was driving and saw a new perspective on this man. When we left Paris, he was still a stranger to me, and now he was no longer a stranger. I felt like I knew him. He was no longer a mystery. I saw something more in him than I had before. It was refreshing. We enjoyed a comfortable silence all the way back to Paris and when we arrived he dropped me off at my flat and said, “Can you come to my place tomorrow for your reward?”

“Yes! I am excited!”

“Excellent, my little sketch artist. Come at four in the afternoon, yes?”

“Yes.”

And that was it. That was the end of our epic long three-day weekend in Provence. We had pretended to play house and I really enjoyed it, but I knew not to read too much into it. Mason had warned me over and over not to let my heart get involved in this. So I had to reel in any thoughts of him other than sex, and distract my mind. I ran a hot bath and soaked in the tub relaxing with a glass of wine. I made plans for the next day to lounge around Paris and of course go to Mason’s penthouse. But I didn’t want that to be the only thing I did. It was important to enjoy other aspects of my life or I would become addicted to him like all the other women. I watched some American television before going to bed and then went to sleep with a smile on my face.

The next day I walked around Paris with no real schedule in mind. I went shopping for a new dress and ate lunch at a café that I had never been too before. I walked in the gardens and then went back to my place for a nice nap. Around three o’ clock I woke up and freshened up to meet with Mason at his place for my reward. I was beginning to get very excited. What could it be?!

At four o’ clock sharp, his black car arrived to pick me up. When I arrived at his penthouse, his staff member let me in. I was very disappointed when he said, “Mr. Dreux asked me to apologize to you, for he had a meeting and cannot be here to give this to you.  But he wishes that you have this,” he said as he handed me a small box.

“Oh thank you,” I said sadly as the man walked out. What the hell was going on here? I had earned the reward from the hardest test there must be to pass, and now he wasn’t here to give me the experience? To top it off he had my reward given to me by the staff instead of just rescheduling it. There was no grand ceremony like before, of the grand room filled with flowers and gifts. Instead, there was just this plain box in my lap. It was not wrapped at all. Should I even open it? Part of the fun was reacting to the awesome gift while Mason watched. Well, I guess I really was just a sex toy to him because he did not even care to see me enjoy my reward. I sighed heavily as I looked around thinking this must be a trick. Maybe he was watching me, but pretending not to be, but it was dead silent. I shrugged my shoulders. I lifted the lid off the box. What was inside was the most bewildering thing I had ever seen. There was no note to accompany it and tell me its meaning, it was just there.

PART 3

ALICIA

I was completely confused by what was inside the box. It was not the expensive gifts of the first reward from the first test. It was very cheap and confusing. So much had happened since I first met the billionaire bad boy Mason Dreux. Since I visited him in his office, I had a different view of him. I now saw him as very powerful with lots of people under him. It turned me on a lot. Then when we went away to the country from the city, that all melted away. Suddenly, I saw a new Mason. He went from the slick bad boy persona, to a rustic strong man living off the land on the countryside. It really turned me on. It was unbelievable that no matter what persona he took on, it was attractive to me. But one thing did stand out above all else, and that was how much I felt like we had bonded while in the country. The way he read poetry to me out loud in front of the fire, and made love to me after the first time we had sex in the field of lavender. It was a test that I not only passed, but one that made me feel very sensual and beautiful. I felt like a new person after that test. It was a lot of fun and the best sexual experience of my life. However, it was the stuff after the test that really got to me. The café where I learned to cook French foods and then cooking those foods for Mason, the fireplace readings, and the general keeping up of the cottage made me feel like Mason and I were an old married couple, and I liked it. It was dangerous territory for my heart. I felt my walls coming down, and that perhaps all this sexual toying and games could in fact turn into something else. But this is what Mason had warned me about. This is what he told me not to do to. He warned me and told me not to fall in love with him no matter what we did. Now, looking in this plain box, I was reminded of that because this was not an extravagant reward like the first one. This was not a reward that said
love
, it was one that said,
games
. There was a feathered mask with black feathers and beads on a stick. It was something that you would wear during a masquerade perhaps, or a costume party. Then beside it in the bare cardboard box was a model airplane. I looked at it for a long time sitting alone in Mason’s penthouse and I suddenly realized that maybe I was falling for him. Why else would his lack of attention to me bother me so much? He had promised me nothing and gave me plenty of warnings that he was not moving down any path of emotions. He was only having fun in a sexual capacity. However, even knowing this I still felt like I had been ignored and treated badly by the fact that Mason was not here. Before this he had made a grand ceremony for reward number one, but now he had just arranged for a box to be handed to me by his servant in his empty penthouse. It sort of pissed me off.

“Thank you. Tell Mr. Dreux I said thank you for the gift,” I told his staff member as I walked out.

I went home and decided that I had to remember to do things for myself while I was here. Playing with Mason was just a side thing to do, and not my main reason for being here. Then I saw it. There was a flyer on the wall of my building as I walked up to it. It read ‘painting classes’ in French. I pulled it off the wall and took it inside. Of course I should take painting classes while I was here. This was a great city of art and it was the perfect distraction and something rewarding and educational for me to do. I grabbed my laptop and signed up for the class for that very night. I was excited now! I put the box with the plane and mask under my bed and out of my sight. What was the old saying again?
Out of sight, out of mind,
I remembered. I decided that to be true now in this moment. I took a hot shower and then got ready for class. I pulled on a comfy short dress with tights that would be comfortable enough to wear while seated on a stool for an hour or so during painting class and then left early so that I could hit the art store for the necessary tools that were mentioned on the class registration form. I walked out of my flat and stopped at the café for a to-go cappuccino as I walked to the art store. As I walked in I pulled out my crumpled sheet of paper and began to look for the supplies.

“Oh, that’s a good class,” a French accent said over my shoulder. I turned to see a gorgeous young man standing behind me. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was dressed very artsy and it was a refreshing change from the billionaire business suits I had become so used to.

“Oh is it?” I asked.

“Yes, I hear the instructor is a bit of an ass, but he is very good at teaching technique. You will learn a lot. Here, I will help you with what you need,” he said as he smiled and grabbed a few things off the shelf and handed them to me.

“Thank you, that is very nice,” I said in my most flirtatious manner. I mean Mason had several lovers, why should I not have the same? A down to Earth French artist could be exactly what I needed to balance out my moods.

“Are you an artist from America?” he asked.

“No…well…yes. I mean, I am from America, but I’m not really a real artist. I just like to sketch a little bit,” I said.

“I am sure you have a lot of beautiful work,” he said as he winked at me and put one more thing in my basket.

“I have to go now, but that is all you need for that class,” he said.

“Okay, merci,” I said trailing after him. I wanted to ask him for his contact information, but he slipped out before I could. Oh well, I guess that was a missed chance. I paid for my supplies and then I walked the few blocks to my class. When I walked in it was buzzing with people. They were all very nice and they were all French. They all stood around a counter that had art supplies, canvases, and of course wine glasses and bottles of wine. I smiled at the vibrancy of it all. This is what I needed. Then I heard someone talking loudly in French and everyone took a seat at a canvas. I guess the teacher said to pick a seat in French and I realized that maybe I wouldn’t be able to understand a word that the teacher would say. I took a seat and looked up and saw him. It was the hot guy from the art store. He was the teacher. He locked eyes with me and smiled. I felt excited and flushed all over.

“Well, we have a few Americans here with us, so I will do my best to speak in French and in English,” he said. Then he began class.

“I am Andres, your asshole painting teacher. But you will learn a lot, I promise,” he said as everyone laughed at his humor. As he continued class, I was mesmerized by his charismatic way of teaching. I found myself developing a little crush on him. By the look on the faces of other women, they felt it too. An hour later I had created a wonderful painting of a grand tree. It looked great for my first class.

“Very impressive,” the teacher said over my shoulder. He was so close in my ear that I felt my whole body tingling.

A few minutes later I stood outside talking with him about art and his class. Then, out of nowhere, the black car rolled up.

“Alicia,” Mason said as he rolled down the window from the back seat.

“Mason? What are you doing here? How did you…”

“Get in,” he said sternly as he looked at me and then looked at my French painting teacher, Andres.

“I will see you in the next class. Looks like your ride is here,” Andres said as he kissed me on the cheek in that French greeting sort of way.

“Good night Andres,” I said smiling at his bold move. I guess the black car, and Mason, did not phase him one bit and I sort of liked that. I got in the car and sat next to Mason.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

But he didn’t answer. He had that hard set to his jaw and he looked jealous. He then said, “Drive on,” to his driver in French.

He did not have the right to be jealous as far as I was concerned. He had many other women that he was fucking. I was allowed to fuck as many men as I wanted too, and he could not say a damn thing about it.

“Where are we going?” I said as I noticed that we were not going in any familiar direction. We were not going toward my flat and we were not going toward his penthouse. 

“Did you see your reward?” he asked, not making eye contact with me.

“Yes, I did. It was very confusing and unusual, but I’ve moved past it. As you can see I have other things to do besides play your games,” I said wickedly.

“So you don’t know what it means?” he asked finally looking in my direction.

“No,” I said crossing my arms.

“Good. Then it will be a very big surprise. The box was only a clue to your reward, and not the actual reward itself.”

I was silent trying to figure out the clue as we made our way to the outskirts of Paris. Mason looked at me and said, “Are you fucking that man I just saw you with?”

“That’s none of your business. You fuck all of Paris. What I do when I am not with you is no concern of yours. This is just sex games, remember?” I said.

“I am going to take that as a yes,” he said. “And I don’t like it. You won’t be seeing him again for a few days.”

“What?” I burst out the question. What the fuck did he mean? He did not own me. I could go to painting class if I wanted to.

“No, because you won’t be here in Paris,” he said as he pointed out the window.

It was then that I noticed that we were on the tarmac of a small airport. In front of us was a very nice and polished private jet.

“We’re leaving? Is that your jet?” I gasped.

“Yes,” he smiled. “That was the clue to your reward. A trip, a very grand trip. A pleasant trip to a magnificent ball.”

“A ball! What do you mean? An actual ball? Are you kidding?” I asked excitedly.

“No, I am very serious. You will see,” he said as the door opened and we were led out of the car to the stairs and up to the plane. As soon as I walked in there was a flurry of activity.

“Is this her? Oh you are beautiful. Please come stand so I can get your measurements,” a woman said as she and another woman pulled me aside. Hanging on wardrobe racks and on tables and seats were many dresses, shoes, and masks. Not just any ordinary dresses… no… they were grand ball costumes that looked like something out of the 18
th
century.

“Now, there will be lots of walking around while in Venice, so we will fit her for ballet flats and lace up boots,” one woman said to another. I just looked on with wide eyes. I had no idea what was happening and there was a whirlwind of activity as I felt the plane moving down the runway.

“Please take your seats until we are in the air and on the way to Venice,” the pilot said over the intercom. I looked at Mason who smiled at me and handed me a glass of champagne. Then he pulled me close to him on the seat.

“Venice?” I asked.

“Yes, of course. That was the clue in the box. There was a jet plane for my private jet. There was a mask for the masquerade ball and parties over the weekend in Venice. This is your grand reward.

I squealed out loud, and nearly knocked over my champagne as I hugged him.

“So you like it? You like your reward for test number two?” he asked.

“Yes,” I smiled. “It is amazing.”

“Good, the seamstresses brought many dresses for you and will find the right fits, but we can also buy a few in Venice, too.”

“This is amazing!”

MASON

I should have been at my penthouse when Alicia opened her box of clues to her reward, but I got caught up at the office, hard as a rock and deep inside my hot little secretary. She was wearing fishnet stockings and garter belts under a very short skirt so when she bent down to pick up a pen I dropped, I just couldn’t help myself. I had to push my cock inside of her. It was who I was, and what I did. Plus, I had never had her before. I unusually stayed away from fucking a secretary that worked directly under me because it could become much too complicated, but I was hot blooded and I took a chance. So I ordered my house staff to give Alicia the box I had stashed away for her. I was planning on being there, but I wasn’t in the end. But I wanted to meet up with her later. I had my driver sit outside her flat, and bring her to me in the evening so that I could give her the real reward; the Venetian Ball. When he called me to say she had left her flat, I told him to follow her and keep tabs on her so I could pick her up from wherever she went. However, I was not expecting her to be with another man when I rolled up. That pissed me off. I knew that I did not have any right to be jealous because I was a scoundrel myself, but seeing her laughing and looking at the good looking young man caused such a fire to ignite deep down inside of me. I was so pissed off that I couldn’t talk for a full five minutes. I wanted to get out of the car and punch him when he kissed her on the cheek in front of me. Yes, it was a goodbye kiss, standard of our culture, but I know men. The way he looked at her when he did it and the way he looked at me like I was competition, was all too obvious. I disliked him instantly, whoever he was. I would not have it. But I would have to deal with that when we got back. For now, I would enjoy being with Alicia. I would take her to the ball and to the costumed parties. But what I didn’t tell her was that this trip was also part of test number three. I couldn’t tell her just yet. I would tell her when the time was right. I knew that she would like this test though, because there was a twist to it. The test would not be for her, it would be for me.

“Okay you can move about the cabin,” the pilot said over the intercom. The costume mistresses went into action. They had done this before for me a few times. This was the standard reward for test number two. So they knew the drill well.

“Go ahead my American beauty. They will measure you and make sure you have what you need. Then they will pack it in a trunk for you so it is waiting at my palazzo when you need it.”

“Palazzo?” Alicia said with enthusiasm.

“Yes, it is right on the canal. You will love it,” I said pouring more champagne.

“It sounds lovely. I have never been to Venice before,” she said as she stepped on the small stool and the women wrote down her measurements and tried different silks against her skin tone.

“Oh in that case, it will be a beautiful surprise for you. It is unlike any place in the world. It could be its own planet and you feel as though you have traveled back in time, especially at the ball and the parties,” I said to her, feeling good about being the one to show her Venice for the first time. I liked her enthusiasm. It was much like that of a child whenever she was shown new things. It fulfilled me in a way that I had not experienced before. Most of the women I was with were unappreciative of all the things I did for them or gave them. Alicia was different. She enjoyed them instead of rolling her eyes and pouting like all the French women normally did. I liked this about her.

An hour and a half later we had landed at the airport in Venice. It was nighttime.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I am. I did not eat dinner,” she said.

I gave directions to my staff to take our bags to my palazzo and then we got on a boat taking us to Venice.

“This is so magical,” she said.

“I am glad you think so. There is a restaurant I like to eat at when I arrive. It is tradition. It is in St. Mark’s square. You will like it,” I said as the boat took us from the open ocean into the Grand Canal. I watched as Alicia sat on the edge of her seat with her eyes wide open looking at everything. It was adorable and I had to catch myself from feeling something for her. I had to remember that this was just sex. This was the reward and test number three, for fun. I turned my gaze to the buildings to distract myself from her innocent beauty. Then we pulled up to the dock along the Doges Palace. I heard her gasp as she looked at it and I felt hard at hearing the sounds escape her lips. I would have a test for those lips over the next few days. For now we would eat.

“I hope you are hungry because I am going to order the whole menu,” I told her.

She laughed and walked ahead of me in a fast and excited state. “Yes! I want to try everything!” she yelled.

I laughed and a few minutes later we were seated in the Ristorante Quadri, a very elegant dining place.

“You are right. It is like we have traveled back in time!” she said.

“Yes, it is beautiful.”

I ordered almost one of everything on the menu and they laid it all out in front of us on the long table. She laughed and giggled at my poor Italian words as I described the food.

“Now, tell me about the ball,” she said. “It is such a surprise.”

“Yes, the ball. Well as you know, Venice is famous for carnivals and masquerades, but it is not carnival season. However, there is still a ball every now and then. There happens to be a ball in two days, and a few garden parties too. It is the same as a carnival. Everyone wears their costumes and masks, but it is smaller scale,” I said.

“It sounds like a fairy tale,” she said.

“Oh yes. You American’s find this stuff to be much like a fairy tale and for Europeans, it is just part of our lives.”

“Yes, you are lucky. I could live here in Venice,” she said.

I laughed. “You have not even seen it yet.”

“Yes, but I just know.”

As I sat next to her in the booth I was turned on by her appreciation and bewilderment. So much so that I felt my blood run hot. I put my hand on her leg and looked around the restaurant. We were in an empty private corner, the best that my money could buy. She looked at me with her big, beautiful eyes, a look of lust on her face. I answered that look by moving my hand up her thigh. I looked down and saw her legs begin to spread. I took her invitation and pushed my hand down between her legs. She was warm and ready. I pushed her panties aside and moved my fingers up and down her slit. She was wet. I whispered in her ears, “are you wet because of Venice, or because you are with me?”

“Both,” she whispered back as a small quiet moan escaped her mouth.

I looked around to make sure that we were still alone. Then I plunged my fingers inside of her. She moaned louder and louder. I thought we would surely get caught, but I didn’t care. I studied her face, as she was getting ready to cum. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip. I moaned in her ear. I loved watching her. I loved feeling her wetness. Then I moved my thumb over her clit and pressed against it. She grabbed onto the table and readied herself to cum.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can stop.”

“Good. I don’t want you to stop. I want you to cum. It’s okay we are alone,” I whispered in her ear. Then she let out a moan and a sigh as she had her orgasm in my hand. It was the best dessert we could possibly ever have at this restaurant.

“How do you feel Alicia?” I asked as she closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder.

“I feel good. I am sleepy,” she said.

“Yes, it has been a long day. Let us go back to my palazzo,” I said as I waived the waiter over and gave him my card. I sent a text to my boat driver to be ready to take us to my palazzo. Then we were on our way.

ALICIA

I felt bad for being angry about the mediocre reward of a model airplane and mask in a box. At the time I did not know that they were simply clues to something much bigger and grander. Now I knew. I was in Venice, Italy. It was the most amazing and magical place I had ever seen and Mason was taking me to a ball, just like in a fairy tale as a reward. It was the real reward; this trip, and the ball and all of the parties. It was all so very perfect. I could not ask for anything more. Now we were on a boat along the canals to his palazzo. It pulled up to a grand staircase that led up to a grand palace. It was beautiful. “Is this it?” I asked in awe of the place.

“Yes, it is. What do you think?” Mason asked as he helped me out of the boat.

“It is amazing. I can’t believe this is yours. It is very old,” I said.

“Yes, wait until you see it inside.”

We walked up the stairs that went half way into the water and all the way up to a wooden gate. Mason unlocked it and we stepped through the arch.

“This is the garden,” he said as we walked into the courtyard. The heavy scent of jasmine filled the air. He was right. I did feel like I was in another time period. I would be happy to stay here forever if I could. Then we went inside the three story building. In the foyer was a grand crystal chandelier. Lush tapestries and rugs were everywhere and it was a change from the modern penthouse he owned in Paris.