Billionaire Romance: Desires (Complete Series) (7 page)

Melody kicked and screamed as she laughed, but she was no match for Phillip. Soon he had her all wrapped up, and as he lay atop her, his eyes piercing hers, she reached up, unable now to control herself, and this time not wanting to, and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. She kept her eyes open, and as soon as he responded she closed them, and got swept away in the moment. She could feel him pressing down on her and she held onto him, pulling him even closer. Soon his lips found the soft spot at the base of her throat, and with the blouse hanging loose from her shoulder, he was easily able to slip his hand inside. She felt the warmth of his hand as it gripped one of her twins, and she moaned as she thought that this felt better than everything she had imagined.

He raised himself up and planted himself next to the sofa so that his knees now rested on the carpet, and he lowered his head to take her small round breasts into his mouth one by one. Melody felt unable to open her eyes as desire ravaged her from the inside out. She didn’t want to be made love to at this point, and she wished that he would just rip her leggings off and insert himself into her waiting depository, but she remained silent as he nibbled her, kneaded her sides with his fingers, and then dug into her sides as she became awash with emotions and he grew more desperate.

He seemed impatient now to get rid of her clothes and she lifted her legs to make the task simpler. No sooner had he tossed the leggings aside than he was parting her thong and lapping at her, drinking in everything that left her, and she trembled, even while she held his head in place. He was threatening insanity now as she felt his warm tongue dart in and out of her and he gripped her thighs, holding her in place while he ruled her with his tongue.

Now at her wits’ end, Melody begged him to take her, and as if he was waiting for an invitation, he stood up sharply and slipped from his jeans. He didn’t bother removing his sweater as he spread her legs and held them apart, slipping into her one inch at a time. Melody could hardly contain herself as he stroked her repeatedly. Her legs trembled as she climaxed numerous times. She didn’t want him to stop, and as he plunged into her, she held onto him, forcing him even deeper. Tingling nerves now blinding them, Phillip seemed unable to hold on any longer, and as his face twisted in various directions, he dug into her thighs and she could feel him tremble against her as he finally climaxed to match her own.

He released her legs now, and they fell like the limbs of a rag doll to the floor. Melody lay there panting as Phillip sank to his knees before her, resting his head on her stomach. It had been the perfect ending to a day that had not begun half so brightly, and Melody could hardly wait for the others that would ensue.

PHILLIP’S STORY

CHAPTER 5 - PHILLIP

Phillip raised himself reluctantly from the floor and undressed himself as slowly as he could, trying to delay the inevitable. She felt like home to him, and a pang of guilt struck him then as he thought that he was deceiving her. He dressed quietly, and she did the same. He thought about stopping to shower, but his thoughts were now awash with guilt, and he felt he needed to leave soon or he would spill his all to this woman. The way she looked at him could force any truth from his lips, and he wasn’t sure how to finish playing this game of cards that he’d begun. He hadn’t expected to fall for her, but the more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend, and he wondered how she would feel the following day when she learnt he was the Director.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” she asked him.

“Yes, you will,” and she had no idea how right he was. She reached up to kiss him before scurrying off to the bathroom to freshen up. He waited until she returned before saying goodbye. She accompanied him to the door, and he brushed his lips lightly against her cheek, turning away instantly lest she was a pixie after all and could read the lies on his face. He wanted her terribly, that was true, and he walked even more slowly to his car, as if that would make the morning slower in dawning.

Once in the car, he flung his head against the cushioned head rest of his driver’s seat, and pounded his fists into the steering wheel. He gripped the edges until his knuckles turned white and then made one last look at the apartment before driving off. He wouldn’t be going back to the estate tonight, so he drove the twenty minutes to his penthouse. Once he switched off the engine after he had navigated the spiral route to the rooftop garage, he stepped from the vehicle and walked to the balcony, looking on into the night as if it would furnish relief for his tormented mind. Why had he involved her in that manner? He knew she needed the job, but maybe he should have chosen something that would place her in a remote location, and she would never have had to know that he was her boss. But that would mean deliberately weaving a web of lies that was bound to catch up with him. No, he should have used connections to find her another job, outside of his company entirely, but it was far too late for that now.

He rubbed his hand over his face and walked to the elevator, feeling for his phone as he felt it vibrating. “Dan?” he asked, and then looked at his wrist watch. “Why are you calling me at this hour?”

“What hour is that?” His robust friend asked. “I have two ladies here with me and one of them could really use your company.”

“Not tonight, pal,” he sighed, and instantly his friend knew something was odd.

“Okay, spill it,” he goaded. “You’re never one to pass up alcohol and women.”

“There is nothing to say,” he began, not wanting to get into anything right then. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Bullshit! How long have I known you, Phil? Why do you think that excuse would work?”

“Why it would work? A man is entitled to being tired, is he not?”

“Okay, keep playing hardball. I am coming over there, with company,” Dan threatened.

Phillip thought about it and decided he would let him in on a few of the details. Maybe a fresh perspective was what he needed, and he couldn’t stand to see Dan in his face for the length of the night. “Alright, something is bugging me and I have to make a decision, but I don’t know what it will be.” He paused now for dramatic effect, but he only served to irritate Dan in the process.

“Well, go on,” he finally said when Phillip paused for what seemed like too long.

“I ran into this girl earlier today...”

“I knew it had to do with a woman,” Dan said, and Phillip could easily guess at the grin on his face.

“Are you going to let me finish?” Phillip asked.

“Sorry. Please continue. You met this girl today. I find it interesting that you said ‘girl’ and not woman, though.”

“Because she is a girl; she’s only just completed her undergraduate studies, and was trying to get a job, but with no luck. Apparently someone from PC called her for an interview to a position that was already filled. She was exiting the office, crying and not looking where she was going, and neither was I, so we bumped into each other. The coffee that I was carrying spilled on her white suit. She was already distraught, so I took her to the restaurant as a means of making it up to her, as well as to
Smither’s Boutique
after to buy her a new suit. The thing is, I was drawn to her from the minute I held onto her on the pavement, and we spent most of the day together. I only just returned from her apartment where she made me dinner.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t see the complication as yet. By the way, you held on to her on the pavement? And said nothing to me earlier?” Dan interrupted.

“I know, I know. I’m getting there. Now, I felt bad about the whole thing so I asked Michelle to create a job for her as my at home personal assistant, and call her up. Now she’s supposed to come in tomorrow and I don’t know how to face her.”

“I see. Aren’t you ever going to learn? Don’t ever mix business with pleasure. There are so many ways you could have handled that better! You could have told her you owned the company and just asked if she wanted a job, or you could have just left it at the coffee and clothes and dinner...”

“I know, Dan, but somehow I made all of those decisions without thinking. What do I do now?”

“I am afraid I can’t even answer that, but you sure can’t back out now because, if you do call and tell her not to come in again, you’d be deciding to leave her alone as well because she’d find out sooner or later that you own the company. Plus, you would be breaking her heart twice in two days,” Dan added needlessly.

“I know,” Phillip said with disgust. “The thing is, I do like her, and I just wanted to give her a chance, but now it’s my move and I don’t know how to serve this ball.”

“I suggest you come clean before the meeting so she can decide, and then you go from there,” Dan finally suggested.

“Maybe I should. Anyway, I’m on the roof and I need to get inside, so I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright. We can have that drink another time. I think you’re going to need it.”

They hung up and Phillip was left with his demons once more. He thought to call Melody then, but what good would that do now? It would only make it seem as if he was using her. Distraught and confused, he dragged himself to the elevator and was thankful that he was alone there; he was in no mood for conversation with anyone. When he got to the safety of his suite, he made a beeline for the bar and poured himself some whiskey. The burning sensation he felt as the alcohol coursed down his throat was a much needed distraction from the turmoil he felt inside, and he flopped down on the off- white sofa, drunk with confusion. It was going to be a long night, for he didn’t anticipate the coming dawn with much enthusiasm.

CHAPTER 6- PHILLIP

Phillip opened his eyes and felt them burning; he hadn’t gotten much sleep, and had it not been for the alcohol in his system that forced sleep, he would have had none at all. His first thoughts were about Melody, and the day they had spent before. He remembered the electricity that shot up his arm when they first touched, and their close encounter in the park. Even more resounding was the night they had shared, and how her body had clung to him like wallpaper, making a perfect fit. She’d felt like she belonged there, and he didn’t even want to think of not having her there again. But how was he to make that happen?

He rose from the bed and wandered into the living area, glancing at the clock as he did so; it read half past seven. That meant he had another hour before he had to show up at the office and face his doom. His heart beat like a drum in his chest and he couldn’t even hold the coffee cup with a steady hand as he poured it out. He raised it tremblingly to his lips, but it kept spilling, so he was forced to abandon the task. He resigned himself instead to getting ready. He showered and put on a pair of navy pants with a white shirt. He had never liked the formal look with suit and tie, and instead opted for the white shirt, proceeding to roll the sleeves to his elbow. He thought about wearing a blazer as well but decided against it at the last minute; he was carrying far too much weight already.

He stepped into the warm sunlight as he walked onto the rooftop garage and stared at the multiple high-rise buildings: a sight he was well familiar with. He took a deep breath and walked to his car. He was barely able to focus for the entire time he drove to the office, and he was glad he didn’t have to pass the main foyer to get to his office. At least he wouldn’t run the risk of meeting her there prematurely. As soon as he closed his door behind him, he dialed Miss Facey’s number. “Is she here yet?” he asked nervously.

“She isn’t due here for another fifteen minutes, Sir,” she said, and then paused. “Hang on a second. Hello?” She called as she seemingly took another call on the other line. “Okay, tell her I will be right out.” She hung up, and she didn’t need to speak for Phillip to know what had just transpired on the other line.

“She just got here, I presume?”

“Yes, Sir,” Miss Facey confirmed. “I will set up the conference room and have her complete the paperwork until you get there.”

“Okay. I will be there shortly,” he told her and hung up. Afterward, he stood rooted in his office for another couple of minutes. It was too late now to cancel, and he dreaded her reaction. Then again, maybe he was over-thinking this and she wouldn’t mind working for him. It would seem like a double blessing. Still, he couldn’t escape that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He paced the floor with his hands dug deep into his pockets, until finally he heard his desk phone ringing. He might as well have crawled to it as he lifted it like it weighed a ton. “Yes,” he croaked into the handset.

“Are you alright, Sir?”

He cleared his throat then. “Yes, I am fine. Is everything set up?” He thought to himself that he had to get control somehow, some time—it might as well be now.

“Yes, Sir; we are just waiting on you now.”

He sighed. “I’ll be right down.” He walked to the window that overlooked the street and took a deep breath. It was time. He couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. He stepped out into the passage that would lead him to the judgment chamber. He could hear nothing but the pounding of his own heart in his chest, and he smiled at the other employees who looked at him as he passed. They didn’t see him that often, as he was always engaged otherwise, but he would always make the occasional stop to tend to local matters. Now, he felt they could probably see the nerves melting off of him, and it wasn’t hard to imagine they knew something was out of the ordinary.