Billionaire Romance: Seduced by the Billionaire (8 page)

Mellissa
continued, “Thom has just asked me to hang out with him on Tuesday, is that
alright? Can you just find a job by yourself? You’re old enough, so I know you
can,” she giggled modestly as if to insult Natalia’s incapability of being
self-reliant.

Natalia felt so
small and humiliated. Not in a quintillion year, she’d ever thought of being
told like that. Of course, she was independent and could manage to find a job
by herself. Who was she to tell her what to do? Thom had chosen a wrong excuse…

Gaining the
nerve to respond back, Natalia brought her gaze at Thom first. That look of
disappointment pierced his heart as he felt her sorrow. It stung, but what else
could he do? Nothing.

She looked at
Mellissa bravely, breathing in as she prepared herself. “Yes, of course, you
guys can do whatever you want. It’s not as if I care…” she sniggered,
attempting to profess she did not care. Without a lie, her heart bled to see
Thom making out with the girl she hoped to be.

“See, Thom?
Natalia loves you so much,” she shifted her gaze at Natalia, “I wish I have a
sister like you. But you know, my mom is now menopause so that’s highly
unlikely, unfortunately.” She sighed as her visage brightened up. Finally,
she’d have him again for herself.

Almost
finished, Natalia decided not to eat the remaining of her meal. Not that
Mellissa was watching her, but rather, she just couldn’t endure the pain
anymore. It was too much to take in. Next to where Mellissa was, her second
hand purchased purse sat there waiting for her to take her wallet out and pay
the bill. Thom would rather do it, but her pride took over.

Andrew
Jackson’s face appeared on rectangular shaped paper. One, two… a couple of
twenty dollar notes appeared in her hand as she took the black envelope and
placed the money there.

Thom and
Mellissa looked at each other in shared wonder of what she was doing.
I
thought she’s broke
, Mellissa conjectured. But Thom knew why she did that
for. It was to show that she could survive by herself, a sign of independence.

“Excuse me,”
Natalia said goodbye as she stood up, pushing her chair back, making the
chair’s feet squeal with an irritating noise.

“Where are you
going?” Thom’s voice sounded
u
worried. His bottom left
his chair’s face as he was about to stand up and stop her.

“Gwen just
texted me. I think she needs my help to write her Resume,” her tone was passive
and rather stoic, as if lifeless and deprived of emotion.

“Is that
right?” Thom asked as he suspected she was lying.

For goodness
sake,
just let her go
, Mellissa murmured within herself while her fake
smile covered her face.

Natalia’s keys
dropped down to the ground as she picked up her red leather jacket that
contrasted with her neon singlet. Mellissa found that fashionable, but she
wouldn’t tell her. Such praise never came out of her mouth. For her, she was
the fairest of them all. No one had ever surpassed her beauty. Even Angelina
Jolly’s puffy lips were no matched against her spell bounding lips that one
kiss could send a man to his tomb.

Natalia
clutched her purse onto her shoulder. “Yes, and I must make haste now. She must
be waiting for me…” She walked on, leaving the two behind. It killed her to see
them together. They were a perfect match and that exposed her insecurity. She
wasn’t good enough, that was she always thought of herself. Her inadequacy
always came up before her confidence. It wouldn’t leave unless she let it go. 

As quick as
lightning, Thom pushed his chair back to go after her, but Mellissa was faster
than speed. “Thom, let your sister go…” she held his muscled bicep, but even
her two hands couldn’t fully grip his thick branch.

“She’s…” Thom
was about to explain they weren’t real sibling, but their secret must be kept
hidden until death. No one should find out who they really were, or otherwise
the fear of spilling his shape-shifting secret would be unveiled as well.

“She’s what?”
Mellissa enraged as she found it bizarre for a brother to care so much of his
little sister. She did not like being ignored. The spotlight must always be on
her.

“Oh, sorry…
Nothing, she must be having a bad hair day.”

“She must be,”
she repeated as her pencil-thin fingers wiped the sauce on his face.

Thom looked at
her with lewdness in his eyes as she licked her fingers and tasted the sauce.
He swallowed slowly, following the movement of her hand.

“I don’t think
this is the right place for that, Mellissa.”

“On Tuesday
then,” she winked at him.

Above the
Toiyabe National Forest, one of the largest forests in America, Thom fixed his
gaze at the glistening half-moon as he prepared himself to transform into this
monstrous beast he never wished to become. Remorseful for what he’d done, how
he wished to have never touched the bear’s territory in Alaska where he and his
family went on a holiday to explore the wild side of that country. However,
Thom discovered more than what he anticipated for.

Dark clouds
shawled the face of the moon as they went past it, discontinuing his entire
transformation. He sighed in disappointment.
Let’s get this over with
,
he thought to himself. How he hated waiting for his curse to take shape.

Around him were
old trees, and most of them were white oak woods. They stood there waiting for
him to transmute, and get rid of the animals that ate their leaves. On the
ground were withered foliage, died but alive as they give nutrients to the
forest’s soil – the heart of every living creature in this well-acquainted
forest.

Thom felt his
spine extending while at the same time expanding as his back broadened,
enlarging every fibre of his muscle. He whirled his head as to alleviate the
pain and make his agony a little bit less painful. His barrelled-chest got even
stronger as it bulged out, proud of its own. His thighs fattened and his legs
became endless, making him look like a gigantic troll, but the only difference
was, his face looked gentle and innocuous.

As usual, his
shoulder thickened up, making every woman drool over his humongous shaft that
could father dozens of female bears. His balls contained gazillions of seeds
which Mellissa had already tasted, but not Natalia as she was still a humble
virgin. But Thom was adamant to unlock her keyhole using his enormous key.
Only, he might need to finger her first before inserting his dick.

It was midnight
already, so people must have fallen asleep by now. It shouldn’t be a problem
for him to worry about as he felt the urge to howl, an indication the forest
was his and no one was permitted to trespass, or else put their lives on the
line. In his full furred body, he stood untamed as he raced his gaze around
him, looking for the first victim to feast on.

A squeak
snatched his attention.

Without moving,
he stood still following the sound of that particular animal. He knew it wasn’t
far from him as he sensed its motion. He turned, and with great
dissatisfaction, he saw a squirrel prying on a chestnut.

His countenance
saddened as he exhaled the Carbon Dioxide stuck in his body. Then a fast,
almost fluid object ran past him. He adhered its every step, but it seemed to
be fooling him around as he found himself turning his head
three-hundred-and-sixty degree repeatedly. In circle, he went round and round
as the object, or rather an animal surrounded him.

No one could
fool me around…

With a bolt of
power, he jumped straight into the creature. Only then, he ascertained, it was
a deer bearing an unborn child in her tummy. She must be seeking a place to
deliver her baby.

He felt
disgusted
with
himself. He wanted to let it escape, but
it was too late to let her go. She was already dead. So what was the point?
This was something he hated so much about himself – he always jumped in without
knowing what it was, or who it was, he was attacking. Tomorrow he might
accidentally kill Natalia for his lack of cautiousness. Being careful wouldn’t
cost you a dime. Take time and be certain!

He howled,
disheartened to kill a heedless creature…

Meanwhile, in
their house, Natalia must have heard his voice from miles away as Thom came to
mind. She was lying in her bed, thinking about what happened the other day in
the café. Closing her eyes tightly, she wished she never confessed her love for
him. Now, everything felt so awkward. Since that day, she’d never been able to
look at him in the eyes. Her gaze must always be kept at something, far enough
from his presence. Or otherwise, she’d just melt down in embarrassment. Why did
she need to feel embarrassed? As if she did something wrong.

She tossed and
turned, trying to forget about Mellissa licking her fingers in front of Thom.
They were unaware that she saw everything that went on after she left. Thanks
for the large glass window walls.

From underneath
her pillow, she grabbed Thom’s photo. In it, he was shirtless and his V-line
was clearly visible. The contour of his six-pack abs screamed to every girl
that saw that picture, especially her.

“Why? Why do
you need to treat me like this, Thom?” She brought his photo to her lips.
Although it tasted nothing, she relished the flavour his picture had. Perhaps
it was the taste of the ink and paper.

Satisfied with
the length of time she spent kissing his photo, she decided she’d had enough.
She probably didn’t want the ink to paint her lips. His photo wouldn’t let her
sleep. It kept staring at her, smiling as if urging her to smile too. Although
she never wanted to have sex with him out of respect, adoring his picture
seemed to have a spell that itched her pussy.

In her bloody
red panty, her breasts’ only covering was her see-through nighty that didn’t
hide her pink nipples. Her right hand held his photo while the other was busy
roaming around her tits, massaging them, imagining it was Thom’s hands that
were pinching her nipples. She closed her eyes as her teeth bit her lower lip
with such sumptuous feeling to it. By now, her hand was an inch away from her
vagina.

Thom’s photo
was neglected as Natalia unknowingly dropped it down beside her. No need for it
anyway. His naked body already invaded her guiltless mind. In her head, he
kneeled before her while his fingers were working inside her, busy to let her
semen escape. She moaned as her fingers went a centimetre deeper, taken as
Thom’s.

“Fuck…” she
swore for the first time. “Yeah, Thom… fuck me harder,” she pleaded, but her
moan was rather quiet for someone having sex. Her senses were still awake, in
case someone might happen to be outside her room, although she was alone.

She spread her
legs as her soaking cockpit cried. In between her fingers, the tongue of her
vulva flapped as her fingers shook it faster and faster until she almost felt
pissing. The ecstasy of Thom’s touch surely sent her to the world she never
planned to visit, but it seemed her wild side came out prematurely than what
she expected. Her whole body trembled as she felt herself coming…

“Aaargh…” her
voice echoed in her room as her squirt burst out of her generous fountain.

Tired and wrung
out, she kept her eyes close, disallowing Thom to flee. But as soon as the
sensation wore thin, the man she committed adultery with started fading away
like a mist in the forest in breaking dawn.
Thom… Don’t leave me here,
she implored, completely needy to feel him inside her again.

Dark. Empty.
Quiet. That was what she felt.

As quick as it
began, her fantasy dimmed and slowly brought her back to reality, making her
realize she hadn’t reached her own utopia as yet. She opened her eyes, and the
chilling breeze struck her face. She brought her gaze in the direction of the
wind, and without a doubt, she left her window open again. She had the habit of
doing that. Surprisingly, no one had ever broken into their house yet. They
probably suspected Thom would kill them.

Just as when
she was about to pull the duvet up to her almost stripped body, a sharp silver
light stole her attention. Panic and wonder crept into her as she remembered
about Thom’s shape shifting.

“Thom?” she
whispered…