My Rockstar Billionaire 2 (Billionaire Romance 2) (5 page)

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After a perfect night with Ricky, the next morning I decide that I want to get back to my apartment right away to freshen up before meeting him later at his rehearsal. Also, I don’t want Julia to freak out with worry. I’m sure she’s anxious after the bomb I accidentally dropped on her.

Ricky doesn’t want me to leave but I assure him I’ll see him shortly. He gives me a sweet kiss goodbye. Mm, he looks so boyishly handsome and sexy as he lies naked in bed with his rumpled morning hair. Like an underwear model. He makes a quick call to
Antonio, who promptly shows up to take me back home.

After a pretty quick ride,
I arrive at my much more modest apartment in the stretch limo to see an unexpected and unwelcome sight at my door. What the hell? It’s Mike. And he’s sitting on the outside steps with flowers.

“What the…” I mutter in disbelief and annoyance.

“Ms. Belle, is everything okay? Do you know that man?” Antonio asks with concern.

“Um, yes.
It’s alright, Antonio.” I try to figure out what to do. Why is he here? The sight of him repulses me.

“Ms. Belle, if you’d like, we can go elsewhere. Or I can escort you inside to your home.”

“No, it’s quite alright. Thank you, Antonio.” Then after a pause, “Well, you can stay a moment if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, Ms. Belle.”

“And please, just call me Belle,” I smile sweetly at him. He smiles back then looks at Mike warily. Antonio exits and opens the door for me.

I see Mike’s eyes widen as he see
s me emerge from the limo. I wave goodbye to Antonio as I walk towards my apartment and ugh, Mike. I don’t look back but I know Antonio is waiting, just in case.

“Belle?
What the fuck? Where are you coming from?” Mike glares angrily at me and then at Antonio.

“Excuse me? It’s none of your business. Mike, what the hell are you doing here anyway?”

“I came to see you last night and Julia said you were out on a date. What the fuck, Belle? All night? I came back this morning and you’re just getting back? And who the fuck is Jeeves over there?”

“You’ve got some nerve. Leave.
Right now. I have nothing to say to you.” I feel the red hot anger choking me.

Mike’s eyes narrow in anger as he starts to say something, then looks at Antonio
’s large frame and stops. He shakes his head and seems to think better of it. He takes a deep breath and calmly puts the flowers down on the steps.

“Okay, Belle. I didn’t come here to start a fight with you. I see this isn’t a good time.”

I glare at him.
It will never be a good time! 

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’ll come back some other time.”

“Don’t. I’d rather you not.” I storm past him and quickly enter my building.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that he doesn’t follow me. The last thing I need is a scene. Once I get inside, my heart sinks. Just seeing him brings the anger and pain rushing back.

I know I can’t ever trust him or see him in the same light ever again. Why is he doing this to me? After all the lies and cheating? Is it for his stupid ego that he’s refusing to let me move on? Pathetic. I just wish he’d just leave me alone.

Although I don’t ever want to be with that loser again, I can’t help feeling miserable. He’s a sad reminder of my pain and my naïve misplaced trust. Hasn’t he caused enough damage? My heart sinks and I just want to cry. Why doesn’t he disappear and waste someone else’s time? Asshole!

Take a deep breath, Belle!
I force myself to calm down before I enter my apartment. It’s not fair for him to affect me this way. I refuse. I won’t let him. And I don’t want to alarm Julia. He’s ancient history in my mind. I take a few minutes to compose myself.

Think happy thoughts.
My mind returns to the perfect night I spent with Ricky, and the exciting times ahead to look forward to. I force a smile on my face before I open my apartment door.

As I come in and throw my purse down, I hear Julia call out.
“Belle? Is that you?” She comes running out.

“There you are! I was starting to get a little worried. Didn’t you see my texts?”

“Oh. No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I turned it off last night and forgot to turn it back on. I didn’t mean to make you worry. All is great,” I say, trying to reassure her.

She studies
my face carefully and grudgingly accepts my answer. “Oh, okay. I mean, I knew you were in very good hands…and all night, too!” she says teasingly with a giggle.

“So…how was it? How was your night with your gorgeous billionaire rockstar stud?” She shakes her head a little, seemingly with
more disbelief and maybe a twinge of envy.

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and delight. All I can do is giggle back at her. “Um…it was great,” I say like a giggling schoolgirl.

“Uh-huh. Okay, I’ll leave it at that. Damn, lucky girl,” she says with a huge smile. “Belle, as crazy as it all is, I’m really happy for you. I mean that. You deserve the best, and I’m so thrilled to see you this happy.” She tackles me for a big bear hug. I choke back the tears as I squeeze her back. I am such a lucky girl to have friends like her.

We take some time to catch up quickly. I don’t have the energy to go into the details about my time with Ricky. She’s my best friend but right now, it’s too emotionally draining to discuss. She doesn’t bring up the fact that Mike stopped by
last night. I guess she’s trying to protect me or at least, not bring me down.

“I’m going to run out to do some errands. Are you okay? You wanna come with me?” she asks.

“I’m fine, thanks. You go ahead. Actually, I have to get ready to meet Ricky tonight for his rehearsal.”

Her eyes widen as she raises an eyebrow. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile.

“Holy shit. Have fun! I’m still in shock that you’re dating Ricky Iglesias!! Um, this means free front-row concert tickets and backstage passes, right?” I laugh with her.

I rush around to get ready as the hot memories of last night come flooding back, distracting me in the sweetest way. It’s only been a few hours, but I can’t wait to see him again. And this time, I get to see him in action…in his world.

I smile, allowing myself for just a minute to let my guard down. Maybe it’s worth a try. I just can’t seem to help myself anyway.

Before I know it, it’s time. Antonio rings my buzzer and I let him up.

“Ms. Belle…uh, Belle,” he corrects himself. “I hope all is okay. I waited until that…uh, gentleman left.” I smile, fully understanding why he paused at ‘gentleman.’

“Yes, Antonio. I’m fine. And thank you for waiting. It was a nonevent, really.” I wonder if he brought it up to Ricky.

Soon we’re on our way to the rehearsal studio in the city. Luckily there’s not much traffic and we arrive quickly. Antonio double parks in front of the building and lets me out. Then there’s another man waiting outside to escort me inside.

“Belle, this gentleman will take you up to the
studio,” he says. I smile sweetly and thank him. A girl could get used to all this first class service.

We walk up into the elegant
upper East side building. The impeccably dressed, uniformed doorman quickly opens the door for us. The rich marble lobby and high ceilings are quite striking and impressive. Second only to Ricky’s luxury apartment.

I look around and try to hold back my expression of awe. The lush surroundings and gold-trimmed décor of the lobby and elevators are just the right touch of class and simple elegance.
Just perfect. Of course, this is Ricky’s world. I suppose I should be used to this by now.

Once we step in the posh elevator, my escort pushes the PH button. No doubt that his private studio space is the penthouse. I discretely check myself in the mirrored elevator panels. My heart starts racing as we approach. I still get so nervous when I think of seeing him.

As we step out of the elevator, I see a familiar face. It’s Ricky’s manager, Edward. He looks up and seems surprised to see me. My mind races back to our last unpleasant encounter and disturbing conversation in the Dominican Republic.

Of course he’s surprised. He clearly doesn’t think I’m deserving of someone like Ricky. I clench my jaw and put on my steely poker face.

“Ah, Edward can show you to Ricky,” my escort says. He starts to introduce us but Edward cuts him off. “Yes, I’ve met Belle. Thank you. I’ll take her to Ricky,” he says dismissively.

I turn to smile and thank my escort. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes at Edward. People like him are not going to ruin my time. I won’t allow it.

“Belle, good to see you again,” Edward says with forced politeness and a bit of surprised amusement.
Why is he so obnoxious to me?

“Likewise,” I say flatly
. Fortunately, he spares me the fake small talk and takes me over to the rehearsal room.

We enter a
dimly lit studio room with a window paneled wall. On the other side of the window, I see and hear Ricky, looking devastatingly handsome as usual. He’s sitting on a stool with headphones, crooning melodically into a large studio microphone.

My heart stops. His eyes are closed as he belts out his soulful lyrics. The sound technicians barely glance up when we enter.

I’m captivated by his commanding voice and perfect pitch. He’s singing a beautiful love song that twists my heart. I don’t know if it’s the lyrics, him, or how he’s singing them…but I’m stunned. Speechless. I can instantly see how he’s an international superstar, loved by the world over.

I instinctively bite my lower lip and can’t stop staring at him.
God, I want him so bad. I just want to leap into his big strong arms and never leave. It’s raw and unrelenting. The intense passion and need I feel for him is overwhelming. I can’t lie to myself.

He finishes his tune and slowly opens his eyes.
Those sexy, deep brown eyes.

“Perfect, Ricky! We got that.” The sound guys are impressed, as we all are. “You have company.”

He flashes that irresistible, brilliant smile and takes off his headphones before he leaves the room. In a second, he enters my room beaming at me.

“Beautiful! I’m so glad you made it! Come. Let’s go,” he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me away. “Uh, time for a break, guys.” I giggle and rush off with him.

“That was amazing, Ricky. I love watching you sing. In your world,” I say with a huge grin. He laughs and pulls me into another room down the hallway.

Giddy and giggling, I fall into the other room in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and gaze up into his piercing dark eyes. I could get lost in his sexy stare for hours.

He wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls me close to him in one swift motion. Where we touch, I feel like I’m on fire. He puts his hands in my hair and pulls my head towards him for a passionate, deep kiss. I gasp from his sudden need. He wastes no time.

Slowly, he grinds his hips against mine, backing me up to a table. I’m deliciously pinned between two hard surfaces. I breathe heavily and I can’t help the moans that escape me and into his warm mouth.

His big, warm hands quickly move down and explore my body, feeling and cupping my curves as he grinds his hardness against me, forcing my legs farther apart. He swiftly yanks my top down and expertly squeezes my breasts out over my silk bra. He lowers his head and sucks each breast hungrily. I look at the sexy scene and throw my head back and moan louder.

Then in a sudden fit of embarrassment, I cover my mouth and look around. As though he’s reading my mind, he says, “Don’t worry, beautiful. It’s a soundproof room. We can be as loud as we want.” He gives me a dangerously sexy smile with his perfect lips before he kisses a trail down my stomach, while holding my legs open. I smile back and recline onto the table, waiting for his incredible tongue and mouth to massage me.

His tongue flicks my lips softly and teasingly before he devours me.

“
I couldn’t stop thinking about you after you left. Mm, baby, you know I love your scent, how you taste.” He passionately tongue kisses my slick lips, alternating between sucking and licking my sensitive bud and folds.

Ohmygod
. I grasp at the edges of the table, panting and moaning furiously. I’m writhing on the table and don’t care who can hear us anymore. My hands entwine in his silky locks, pushing his head deeper into me.

The sensation builds up quickly and I can’t hold back anymore. I let out a loud scream as
one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had rocks my body.

Slowly he gets up and smiles at me. “Damn, Belle, you’re killing me here. God, I want you so bad.” My body and legs quiver in the aftershocks of my climax as I try to get the strength to sit upright and smile back.   

As I sit up, he quickly pulls my body closer to the edge. His pants are already partially down and he’s ready for me. Then his smooth hardness rubs against my slick folds in a torturing, teasing way. I bite my lip as I stare into his eyes. His lips curl up devilishly as he stares back, and with a quick, firm motion, thrusts deeply inside me.