Authors: Jordan Silver
The Billionaire
The Billionaire
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright © 2014 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
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I looked down from my top floor office at the hustle
and bustle down below. I felt bereft, adrift and just downright bored. Life has
become somewhat melancholy here lately. It was a hard pill to swallow for
someone who’s supposed to be at the top of his game. My business was going
gangbusters I had my finger on the pulse point of life and yet here I am. My
breath caught as I saw what I’d been waiting for, what has been drawing me here
to my windows for the past few days.
There she goes again, fuck me. Does she have any idea
what she does to me? Of course she doesn't, she haven't a clue, she doesn't
even know I exist.
In her catholic school uniform that made me want to
perform all sorts of illegal acts. Well maybe not so much illegal. She looked
to be at least seventeen or eighteen; sixteen is legal in this state.
So what if I'm twenty-six years old? Legal is legal,
still I've been fighting myself, trying to be good.
That's not my forte.
I'd seen her for the first time three and a half weeks
ago. The wind had been extremely high that
day
as I'd
been exiting my chauffeur driven car, when she walked by on the other side of
the street. It wasn't the short skirt blowing about her legs that caught my
attention, no. It was the way the wind blew in her hair. The way her small,
slender hand came up to hold it back from her face; why the fuck did I find
that so hot?
She had the typical teenage body, tight ass, perky
tits, though hers seemed a little on the heavy side on her slender frame, but
it was her lips that really got to me, those fucking lips that made you think
'Angelina who'?
I've had dreams of fucking that mouth for three weeks
and counting, but still I hesitate to approach her. A man in my position can
never be too careful and going after a young girl might not be the smartest
move. On the other hand Gideon Thorpe isn't in the habit of denying himself
anything, especially something that affects him so deeply. Not much does
anymore so that added even more of a pull. A challenge something to get the
blood pumping again. I felt my body react at the thought.
How would she feel under my hands? Would she be soft
and sweet, or was she one of those ridden hard types? She didn’t strike me as
such she had an air of innocence about her, something that was sorely lacking
in my world and had been for quite some time.
I watched her now from the high-rise office in my
building downtown. I've become obsessed, I'll be the first to admit it, but
there were a few things to take into consideration, not the least being the
woman I've been fucking for the past two years. I say it like that because
that's just what it was. She's a fuck, a good fuck, but just a fuck
nonetheless.
I would need to extricate myself from that situation
before I approached my Blossom.
I didn't let myself worry about whether or not she was
in a relationship of her own, that wouldn't stop me.
She'd called forth something in me that no one else
ever had, to me that meant only one thing; she's meant to be mine.
I had the timer in my office set to go off every
morning at the time I knew she usually walked by on her way to school. It
didn't matter what I was doing at that time I’d stop to watch her, kind of like
getting my fix for the day. Once I'd been in the middle of a conference call
when it went off, I'd carried on with the meeting while standing at the bank of
windows and spying on her through my new binoculars bought just for my new
pastime.
The buzzing of
the intercom alerted me to my secretary calling. I didn't want to take my eyes
away from the scene below on the sidewalk across the street. So fucking
beautiful it hurts. I felt the telltale signs of desire once more as my body
reacted to the vision. If the pull was this strong from afar I can't imagine
what it would be like once I get her beneath me. With a heavy sigh I walked
over to my desk, whoever this is it better be fucking good.
"Thorpe." I picked up the phone none too
gently I’m sure my secretary was wondering who the fuck had pissed in my
oatmeal here lately seeing as how I have not been my usual self. Long nights
dreaming of a girl whose name you didn’t know but who fucking halfway owned you
already puts a man like me in a pissy mood. I had to handle things right so
nothing came back to bite me in the ass, but the waiting was killing me. I’m
sure dignitaries vetted heads of state faster than my shit was taking.
"Miss.
Halston
on the
line for you sir." Shit, I knew why she was calling; Lynn isn't a stupid
woman. She knew the signs and what they meant. I haven't touched her in three
and a half weeks. I couldn't, it seemed my body and mind maybe even my heart
had already moved on.
"Lynn!"
"Gideon, what's going on?"
"Now's not a good time." I scrubbed my hand
over my face this was not a conversation for here and now.
"It hasn't been a good time in about a month, if
you have something to say to me why don't you just say it?"
"This isn't the way to do this." I'm nothing
if not a gentleman after all and though I have no fear of confrontation I don’t
like messy scenes. I’d been putting things off with her because well truth
be
known how the fuck do you break up with someone who was
just a fuck buddy? I erroneously thought all it took was me not seeing her,
which I haven’t in weeks, but apparently we were
gonna
do this shit the hard fucking way.
"No let's do this now, are you cheating on
me?"
Two things pissed me the fuck off about that, one was
her tone and two was the implication. I understood her feelings of rejection,
but I'm sure she'd feel a hell of a lot worst if I fucked her while imagining
someone else.
We'd been fucking each other exclusively for the past
two years, but she knew better, she knew I didn't harbor those feelings for
her, I never once pretended to. She was just as free as I to move on at any time
that was the understanding we had.
"First of all, we don't have that type of
relationship so it wouldn't be construed as cheating. Second of all that's not
who I am, but there has been a change of late, which I had planned to discuss
with you later on tonight..."
"Look just tell me whatever it is you have to
say, I'm a big girl,
I
can take it."
So you say, but I know better. The pristine Ms.
Halston
who's ever vaunted in the gossip rags as the
epitome of social grace can throw a temper tantrum like none I'd ever seen. Of
course with me she's all that is sweet but I've heard the stories, though she's
always been careful to keep that side hidden from me. I don't tolerate that
sort of behavior in anyone.
"Okay then, I think we should call it
quits." What the fuck she wants to do this now? No skin off my nose.
"You...." Here we go I gave up my morning
fix for this shit? I knew she’d be gone already by the time I got back to the
window the sidewalk was only but so fucking long.
"How could you just decide that with no warning,
nothing? You didn't even discuss it with me first."
"Lynn you knew this day was coming, you knew we
weren't going anywhere. We both used each other to fill a need, it's over, and
just so you know I'm not doing this drama bullshit with you. You wanted me to
tell you now instead of later. There you have it."
"Who is she?"
I hung up the phone, yes I'm a cold bastard, never
said any different. No one questions me.
I never once lied to her, never led her on or made her
believe that we would ever be anything more than what we had been.
The second my
feelings changed I distanced myself. I just wanted to do things in a more
humane way. Maybe I should've just ended it that first day when I realized
where my thoughts were leading me.
This shit was going to turn over a whole lot of
fucking apple carts, but I've never been one to let convention stand in my way.
She was a seventeen-year old girl I'm nine years
older, that too was a small matter when weighed against what she could mean to
me. I had a lot to think about but at least now one hurdle had been cleared.
With Lynn out of the picture I was now free to make my move. I knew she would
no longer be standing there across the street but I still headed for the window
staring at the place I'd last seen her.
"I'm coming for you little one." The
decision has been made, before long I will have her. Maybe then my heart will
stop beating the hell out of my chest.
Ashley
Every day I wished to see him again the guy with the
crazy hair but to no avail, only that one time and then nothing since then. He
had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen; even from the distance I’d seen the
lightness of them. I’ve dreamt of him every night since that first day. Just
one glance and he had captured me. I walk slower when I reach the place where
I'd got that first glimpse of him. My heart races every time as I wonder if
today will be the day. I know it's just a silly little girl's dream, something
that will never be, but it's the only light in my otherwise bleak world. I want
to cry when I don't see him but I'm stronger than that so I hold back the
tears. Maybe one day I'll see him from afar and I can relive the joy of the
moment as I do now. I sometimes feel a prickling sensation just when I reach
this very spot but I know I’m just being fanciful. Things like that don’t
happen in real life and they certainly don’t happen to girls like me.
I pushed aside the wave of sadness that threatened to
overpower me as I hurried my steps. Didn’t want to be late getting to school, I
didn’t have a good enough excuse for my tardiness and that was an added
headache I did not need. Besides I didn’t want anything marring this one thing
that was mine and mine alone. As long as it remained my secret no one could
take it from me. The thought warmed my heart just a little, it was a poor
substitute for the real thing but it was all I had and I will treasure it for
as long as the memory stayed fresh.
Gideon
I'm watching my girl
again,
it's three days later. Things with Lynn have been squared away thank heaven.
We never lived together so there was no moving out to
be done nothing to be hashed out and fought over. She’d tried that leaving
stuff at my place shit more than once over the last two years but I always made
sure she took them with her the next time she came over. She was never too
happy about the situation but I never wanted that much of her. I’m not ashamed
of what we had, I’m a man with needs and we both scratched an itch for each
other when it suited both of us. I never used or abused her in anyway and had
no need to feel guilt for breaking things off. It would’ve been more
dishonorable to have had carried on dragged things out when in my heart I knew
it was over.
Enough about her, I don't have to give her a second
thought, now I can focus all my energy on my baby girl. I have to strategize
and plan the way I do with everything, though this would be the first time I’d
ever approached a woman in this way. I’m usually the hunted not the hunter but
in this case I feel compelled almost to go after her. Because of her age I’m
taking every precaution, if I have to approach her parents first that can be
arranged and hopefully they didn’t try to play hardball because the way I’m
feeling there’s nothing that will stand in my way. Our first meeting has to go
off without a hitch I want it to be perfect. I have to learn all her habits so
I would know where and when to make my approach. I hope it doesn't take too
long for my team to find out what I need to know. Each day it gets harder and
harder to hold off but I like to know all the players in the game. If her
parents are going to prove difficult I have to know everything before going in.
My dick stays hard now just the thought of getting my
hands on her is driving me insane.
I have one of my security team on her at all times now
as well, while an investigator is gathering all the information he can. I
should know by end of business today what moves I need to make thank fuck. It
feels like forever since I’d first laid eyes on her. Since this heat in my body
has been threatening to consume me. I should be annoyed that one little girl
should have this strong an affect on me but somehow I’m not. In fact it’s quite
the opposite, I feel excited and energized. Like I’m about to embark on the
greatest adventure of my life. The one thing that gives me pause is her age.
Will she be closer to seventeen or eighteen?
I'm hoping for good news, I don't fancy ending up in a
police blotter as a pedophile. I'm not sure I could touch her if she turned out
to be sixteen, legal or not. Neither am I sure I could wait to take her if she
turns out to be that young. Fuck!
She seems at a lost today as I watch from my window
high above the city. It seemed as if she were looking for something or someone.
I know she has no affiliations with anyone, according to my daily reports she
lived a pretty sheltered life. She went to school and then home, but during the
day when she was in class I had no way of knowing what went on behind those
walls. So far there was nothing to suggest she was attached to anyone. It
wouldn't be the easiest thing to break a teenaged girl's heart if she fancied
herself in love with some boy, but I know myself, I will let nothing stand in
my way.
There was a lot of planning to be done, according to
what I find out today my life is about to change drastically. Like I said I'm
not accustomed to being the hunter, never needed to be. And the fact that she
was so young, well that changed things; there will have to be provisions made.
I didn't want to cast her as just another one of my acquisitions, somehow I
knew she would be more than that, how much more
is left to be
seen
.
Gage has finally arrived with his news. I had him
leave me the packet with everything he found on my desk. I wanted to peruse
alone at my own leisure. My heart raced with excitement at what I would find
there. It really didn't matter though. I'd already made up my mind even if I
had to wait to have her under me I will take ownership very soon. There’s no
way I could wait another year or two to approach her.
I have no idea what my head of security thinks is the
reason for my sudden interest in the life of a teenage girl. I'm not in the
habit of explaining myself. Why would I? It's nobody's business; if he found my
request strange he never let on though which is why he's in my employ. He just
does his job without question, which for a man in my position is a great asset.
Alone in my office with my feet up I started to get to
know my little Blossom.
Shit three months before she turns eighteen. Oh well,
three months isn't that long, and it's only my moral compass that stops me from
going full tilt ahead. I wonder though how mature she could be at her age?
If all I'd wanted were a quick fuck it wouldn't matter
that she was three months short of eighteen. I would just go for it, slake my
lust and be done, but I felt the need for something more.
My every instinct screamed at me to tread carefully. I
always follow my instincts and that's why I am where I am at such a young age.
Old money might have been my foundation, but what I did with what I had is what
makes me a force to be reckoned with. Her father is a high-ranking cop in their
small town on the outskirts of the city. I wonder why she was coming here for
school then? They had to have a school where she lived.
I looked up the place on the web since I’d never had
cause to go there before.
Damn one thousand people talk about small I employed
ten times that many people all around the globe, maybe more.
"Ashley." I said it out loud for the first
time and felt it burn my tongue as it went through me.
Even her name made me hard. I had to get myself
together there were things I needed to do, things I needed to set in motion,
like our first meeting. Though I might consider holding off on anything too
physical for the next little while, there is no fucking way I'm waiting to meet
her.
Tomorrow then, tomorrow I will approach her, set the
groundwork. I studied the picture Gage had included. Damn she's beautiful.
Something about her pulled at my protective instinct. Like I needed to grab her
up and shield her from the rest of the big bad world. "Soon my little
Blossom." I rubbed my finger over her face as her eyes stared back at me.
I put her picture in my inside pocket as I set to work on my strategy.