Billionaire Stepbrother - Secret Lives (13 page)

Cynthia tried to keep herself calm as Dante walked into her apartment. It had been a whirlwind of a day already, and she knew it was about to get worse. She had spent some time thinking about his text, and she was pretty sure it was no longer a coincidence that she’d received those flowers from Winslow on the same day his name came up in an ousting of Dante’s double life. She was beginning to feel riddled with guilt, like the whole thing was her fault.

He was barely through the door before she'd wrapped her arms around him tightly in a big hug, fearing it was the only true comfort she had to offer.

“Now, tell me what’s going on.” She said it softly as they both sat down at the dining room table. She had set out some finger sandwiches and salad in case he was hungry. Stress always made her eat, so she wouldn’t blame him.

“I got called into an emergency meeting with all the executives and these two guys I didn’t recognize. They said they were there on their client’s behalf who wanted to remain anonymous. My CEO had already told everyone in that room about my extracurricular activities, and he thanked me for the company. It was ridiculous, really. Then, he gave the two strangers the floor. I’m being blackmailed to turn over the company, to step down or whatever. Otherwise, my secret will be leaked, and the company will probably be investigated and we’ll lose most of our clients.”

Cynthia watched as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously. To try and calm him, she reached under the table to pat his knee, but her feeling of helplessness remained.  There was very little she could do for him. A tear began to drip from her right eye, followed by many others.

“So, what does Winslow have to do with this?” she asked, although she had no doubt of his involvement. It sounded exactly like something he would do.

He sighed before he looked her in the eye and began to answer. “At the end of the meeting, one of the guys got a phone call from the client who wished to speak with me. They said he or she no longer wanted to remain anonymous. As soon as I picked up the phone and heard his voice, I knew it was Winslow. It’s him and Vosh that want to buy us out, Cynthia. But for some reason he gave me time and said we’ll meet later in the week. What did he say when you went there this morning? I figured he would have mentioned it.”

Cynthia was trying to keep herself from full on sobbing. The whole thing was definitely her fault. She should have accepted defeat and left town after Winslow started ruining her chances at a job. Then, Dante’s secret and business would be safe.

“It didn’t go very well, Dante. He’s been watching me or keeping track of me somehow. He seemed to know where I worked and who I worked for. He mentioned you directly, and it even sounded like he might know or at least suspect that we’re together. I told him I was done and to leave me alone, but he wasn’t fazed. I just walked out because I couldn’t take anymore. I was thinking you or your club might be able to do something about him, but with everything going on now that's probably a bad idea anyway, not that I would ever ask it.”

She paused and curled her fingers in and out of fists to stay calm. She couldn’t believe what a mess everything had become. “I am so sorry for all of this, Dante. It’s all my fault. I should’ve known he was bad news from the start. I can’t believe I’ve put you into this position…” She trailed off as Dante reached his hand across the table and placed his finger against her lips to quiet her.

“Cynthia, I don’t blame you for any of this. He’s not a good man, plain and simple. There was no way you could have known or controlled his actions once you walked out of his life. Both of us became collateral damage to his injured ego.”

Cynthia let out a breath and relaxed. It had been so stressful thinking he might blame her, that she might lose him over Winslow and his games. But the fact that he wasn’t even angry at all made her feel warm inside. Maybe she had finally chosen the right guy for her and he would be the one to end her string of bad choices. Maybe he was the one who would stick around.

“So, what are you going to do?” she asked, wondering what the next step might possibly be.

“Right now, I just want to forget all of this and be with my girlfriend.” He smiled at her, his eyes shining under the sorry idea for a chandelier that hung over her dining room table.

“Well, if you’re hungry we should dig in,” she offered, pointing to the food at the table.

Dante shook his head and kept on smiling. “I’m hungry, Cynthia, but not for this.” She felt his hand cover hers under the table and force it to travel up his thigh almost up to his sweet spot and back down. She raised an eyebrow at him and gave a sly smile of her own. He always knew just how to get her going.

She stood up and walked around the table, prompting Dante to pull out his chair. They were both in need of stress relief, and she knew just how to start. She reached up and pulled her hair out of the tight bun she kept it in for work and shook it out with her hands. She looked to Dante, trying to keep a straight face as she continued to strip for him one piece of clothing at a time.

Once she was down to her black lace bra and panties she straddled his lap and began to unbutton his shirt, being careful not to let her skin touch his. She could see the lust coating his eyes as she went about the tedious job of removing the rest of his clothing down to his boxers.

She left the room for a moment, switching on her radio alarm clock to a hip hop station, giving her a perfect beat.

Returning to his lap and facing away, Cynthia began to grind to the beat of the music. She could feel him getting hard in response as her ass pumped up and down in perfect rhythm, sliding back and forth his cloth covered cock.

Then she turned around to face him and licked his lips ever so gently. Without touching him anywhere else, she straddled him again, popping and locking to the rest of the song. Her panties were quickly becoming soaked so that she even left a small wet spot on the front of his boxers. It was time to take things to the next level.

She danced her way to her knees in front of him and grabbed his boxers with her teeth shimming them down to his ankles while keeping eye contact as much as possible. She could feel him shiver in response as his shaft rose to attention. She loved to see it do that just for her.

Cynthia kissed up Dante’s muscular legs and thighs, teasing him, before standing back up and losing her undergarments in a matter of seconds. She couldn’t wait any longer either. She lowered her body over his, letting his hard cock impale her as he grabbed onto her hips firmly. Her eyes closed and her head bent back in ecstasy, she let him fill her up while his mouth devoured her chest, sucking on her collar bone down to her nipples. She gasped as he took turns flicking them with his tongue and biting them with his teeth.

She began to rock herself back and forth, moaning as he moved inside of her aching center. It was exactly what they needed to forget about their hard day. Their speed increased as she popped her hips back and forth quickly, both of them becoming lost in pure pleasure. Dante used his hold on her to move her back and forth firmly and powerfully, grunting into her body so that the sounds came out muffled. All too soon the moment came to an end as they clung to each other, quivering in each other’s arms as her pussy pulsated against his smooth, sensitive skin.

Cynthia’s muscles felt weak but relaxed, and she let him continue to lick up and down her body and use her like a rag doll. His attention didn't waver and within minutes he was already growing inside of her again, ready for round two.

It was Sunday afternoon, and Cynthia had spent the night at Dante’s house. All weekend he wanted to keep her by his side knowing full well what waited for him on Monday morning; his meeting at Vosh with Winslow. She was insisting on coming with him for support, but Dante didn’t like that idea at all. He hoped to convince her on their date today that she should be holding down the fort at Essential Steel and not dealing with her ex from hell, but something told him she was determined to be there for him no matter how it might affect her.

“Good morning handsome,” Cynthia greeted him with a big smile on her face as she waltzed into the kitchen with nothing on. Dante felt his eyes trying to pop out of his head, among other things, as she patted his ass before heading to the pantry.  “So, what’s for breakfast?”

Dante smiled at her sheepishly. “Actually, I haven’t gone shopping this weekend. I’ve kind of been preoccupied.” He looked her up and down with lust-filled eyes before pulling down three boxes from the shelf for her. His hard shaft was snug up against her bare ass as he stood behind her. “So, our choices are Fruit Loops, Count Chocula, or Corn Flakes. I figure we’ll go out in a bit anyway, enjoy the day. The sooner we eat, the sooner we get going.”

She spun around and gave him a curious look before ducking under his arm with one of the boxes in her hand. “I’ll take the Count Chocula, thanks.” He watched her as she poured the cereal into a bowl and then milk on top of it. The act had never seemed so sensual before, but with Cynthia’s dark skin hugging her curves right in front of him, it was impossible not to see it that way. She had become an excellent distraction from the disaster that was threatening to take over his life.

He poured his own bowl of cereal and followed her to the couch where she was flipping through channels while eating. “So, what is it we’re doing today?” she asked him with a mouthful of milk and cereal. He tried not to laugh as he replied.

“I’m not sure yet. I was thinking maybe the park or a movie. Do you have any suggestions?” He plopped down next to her and plucked the remote from her hand playfully. “So you can eat,” he offered as she eyeballed him.

“Maybe a park would be nice. We haven’t been to a park since...”

“Since before we got together,” he finished for her. His mind went back to the first two weeks she was working as his personal assistant, and he smiled to himself. How blind he had been to his own feelings for her, and then liquid courage had made him dive right in head first.

Cynthia turned to him and kissed him with the taste of the chocolate on her lips. He pulled her back to him and licked her lips for good measure. “Mmmm, tastes good,” he commented, making her giggle.

“Can you believe we were once those people?” she asked while standing up and heading to put her bowl in the dishwasher. It made Dante think about how domestic the whole situation was. He never would have believed a year ago it would be possible for him to hold a conversation with a beautiful woman like Cynthia much less a relationship. “I mean; look at us now.” A smile spread across her face, but it came out forlorn. Dante was sure she was thinking about his business and her ex who was trying to bring it down.

He approached her, wrapping his strong arms around her bare body as she shivered into his touch. “It is hard to believe that we’ve come so far. Now, today is going to be a good day, so get your hot little ass in my bedroom and get dressed. We’re going out.” He slapped her right ass cheek, sending her straight to the bedroom.

“You’re such a bad boy, Diesel!” she teased before starting her beauty routine in the bathroom. A sly grin came to his face. She knew first hand just how bad he could be, and tonight he wanted to be downright naughty.

* * *

Dante pulled up to the park on his bike and slammed on the breaks. He loved giving Cynthia a thrill. “Whew, that was a wild ride, Mr. Cross,” she commented, winking at him and yanking him off the bike. She seemed to be in a playful mood, and he had no reason to complain. That’s how he liked her best.

“Well, I am a bad boy,” he confessed in a raspy voice before going in for a passionate kiss. In his mind he was thinking of ways he would thrill her in the bedroom that night. They had already had a marathon weekend, and it was becoming a challenge to think of something new to try. But Dante did love a challenge.

As they kissed, he felt himself growing hard inside his jeans. Cynthia started nibbling at his lip just enough to get him going and he half expected someone to scold them for their public display. She pulled away with a smile and took his hand, leading him to the walkway that went around the park. There were a few people scattered around but none too close to them, and he could see the look of mischief on Cynthia’s face as they approached where a large fountain spat out water from fishes’ mouths.

Her eyes darted from it to him as she slowed down the pace. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked while chewing on her finger. Dante just smiled, curious as to what she was thinking.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you show me?” He dared her with his eyes, and she yanked him forward, jumping right into the water that went up to her knees. She motioned for him to follow, splashing him playfully. He looked around to see if anyone was looking and then realized how silly that was from the president of a motorcycle club. He jumped right in, pushing her down into the water like a little boy with a crush.

Cynthia screamed and pulled him down with her, soaking his jeans. He threw his leather jacket over the edge onto the ground as not to ruin it as they wrestled in the water until they heard another park-goer scolding them.

They jumped out with her hair dripping wet and took off, running into the open field that sat adjacent to the park. They collapsed to the ground laughing and turned to face each other. “You are one wild woman, did you know that?” Dante asked her with a gleam in his eye. She looked nice and hot with her clothes soaked and clinging to her body.

“I know it now,” she said, giving him a chaste peck on the cheek. They laid there in silence for a while until Cynthia broke it. “So, why don’t you ever talk about dad?  What ever happened between you two? I mean, it's not like we saw each other that often but one day you just stopped coming around completely.”

Dante sighed and rolled over onto his back looking at the sky. It was painful to talk about, but she deserved to know the truth of it.  He had no idea who she blamed for those days, but he was pretty sure it wasn't him.

“Because I was… a little shit, to be honest. Don't get me wrong, my dad... our dad... has his faults as well, and he certainly could have tried harder, but I fell in with the wrong crowd pretty early.  By the time I was about sixteen, I was mixed up with some real asshole and dad was spending lots of time with your mom and you, and my mom wasn't a whole hell of a lot more available.  I assumed they all had found better families, people they loved more than me."

He held up his hand to her to stop her from protesting. "I know it's not true, and I don't blame you, or your mom, or really even my dad. I know those thoughts were stupid, and if anything was pushing me out of that family it was me more than anyone else. The people I hung around with didn't help either. They encouraged me to leave.  So I did."

Dante paused again, but this time he saw Cynthia intentionally holding her tongue as she watched him, waiting for him to go on. "Anyway," he continued, "eventually I found the MC. I learned to fix bikes and they gave me a purpose, becoming my surrogate family. At first I thought that was all I needed, and because I believed my own family didn't really want anything to do with me anyway, I never looked back. At least at first. But eventually I realized I had just been a stupid kid. At that point I could have gone back. Should have, I guess. I think it was mostly just pride and feeling like an idiot that kept me away."

He took a deep breath, then added one last thing.  "I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or anything. That’s why  don’t really talk about it. That and I just totally suck at talking to people anyway.” Dante felt himself turning red over his embarrassing confession.

“Well, you could have fooled me.” Cynthia’s sweet voice came out soothing, her hand rubbing his arm in silent compassion.

“Thanks. But anyway, once the motorcycle club found me they helped me find my calling, repairing bikes and stuff. It’s what gave me the idea for my company. They became my family. But I think at some point I started doing what I was told and sticking around to maintain my anonymity for the sake of my business. It hasn’t been the same since before I took over. Those people are also my only connection to the outside world. I’ve never known how to make friends, have interpersonal relationships. It all feels strange to me. Until now.” He added the last part for her benefit and grabbed her hand.

That was the most vulnerable he had ever allowed himself to be with another human being before, and he wasn’t sure if it felt amazing or frightening.

“You didn’t have to tell me all that.”

“I know, but I think that I needed to. I wanted to. Thank you for listening.” He rolled his body over on top of hers, bracing himself with his hands in the mud and grass before lowering his face down to hers.