Bought: A Billionaire Romance (13 page)

When Kelly suggested we go up to her parents’ cabin by the lake for the weekend I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.

“We can leave tonight. I’ll get Greg to cover my shifts, he’ll do it no problem,” said Kelly, “No phone signal, no internet. It’s exactly what you need for a couple of days.”

“I don’t know. I kind of just want to lie in bed and—”

“No way. You, me and a couple of bottles of wine up at the cabin for the weekend, it will be great.”

She wouldn’t take no for an answer so we set off that evening in her aging ford escort. I was worried we wouldn’t make it when the engine started making a clunking noise but Kelly told me it has been doing that for years so it was nothing to worry about.

Now, a day later, sitting and looking over the dark placid waters of the lake to the red-orange sunset beyond, I’m glad that we came. This place is so tranquil and quiet compared to the bustle of the city. With a glass of wine and my best friend nearby, I could almost forget about Kyan for a moment. In the background he’s still there. I suspect he will be for some time. Even through all the pain and anger, I can’t stop wondering what he’s doing, whether he’s seeing Amalia again or if he’s in his apartment thinking about me.

“See? I told you it was a good idea to come here,” says Kelly taking another sip of wine.

“I know, you’re always right,” I reply, “Do we really have to go back? Can’t we just live here?”

Kelly laughs. “You’ve got work on Monday morning! Don’t you want to go in with your head held high as a big ‘screw you’ to Kyan?”

Work. One more day of freedom and then it’s back to working with Kyan. How can I do it after everything that’s happened? I should have known it was a bad idea to get involved with my boss from the start but I just couldn’t help myself. Now I’m going to pay for it.

“I don’t want to think about work. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to look at him without falling apart.”

I can feel the wetness of fresh tears forming in my eyes.

“Oh, honey, you’re stronger than you think,” says Kelly, “I know you can show up on Monday morning and keep it together.”

We go back to watching the sunset in silence, sipping at our glasses for wine. When I look over at Kelly I’m surprised to see her tapping away on her phone.

“I thought you said there was no signal out here?”

“Oh. Well, I do get a bit of signal out by the lake,” she replies.

“What? You made me leave my phone at the apartment!”

“That was for your own good. Kyan is probably blowing up your phone with messages right now. You need to be away from that.”

“Thanks for looking out for me, Mom,” I say, not bothering to hide the frustration in my voice.

I can’t believe she made me leave my phone behind but brought hers along. She’s probably swiping right on some tattooed douchebags right now instead of enjoying the sunset.

“Hey,” says Kelly with a smile as she puts her phone down, “I’m Mommy this weekend and I know what’s best for you.”

“Fine. But if I’m not allowed my phone, neither are you.”

“Deal.”              

****

A beam of sunlight slashes through the curtains and directly onto my eyes. I squint when I open them and I’m blinded for a moment. My head is pounding just a little bit from the wine we had last night. A couple of aspirin and I should be fine.

I drag myself up and rub the sleep from my eyes. It takes me a moment to realize fully where I am. The sound of birdsong and the gentle breeze in the trees outside is so different from the traffic and sirens that usually wake me in the city.

I get out of bed and stumble to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

The cabin is small but cozy with two bedrooms and an open-plan living room and kitchen. I’ve always thought it’s the kind of place where some teenagers would be disemboweled by zombies in a horror movie.

There’s a musty smell in the air that was strange at first but eventually I got used to it. It’s a woody scent with notes of leather. Breathing it in this morning when I woke it kind of reminded me of Kyan in a weird way—although pretty much everything does at the moment.

I don’t notice Kelly sitting on the sofa until she makes me jump by speaking.

“You’re up!” says Kelly, “That’s good. I thought you would sleep forever.”

I still don’t know how she manages to be so perky in the mornings.

“Yes,” I croak from my dry throat.             

I raise the glass of water to my lips and drain it. The cool liquid feels good as it runs down my parched throat.

“You might want to get dressed,” says Kelly.

I look down at the baggy t-shirt and shorts I’m wearing.

“Why? We’re not going anywhere fancy are we?” I say.

Suddenly there’s a heavy knocking on the front door of the cabin, nearly making me jump out of my skin.

“Who the hell could that be?” I say, panicked.             

Kelly is already up and opening the door. Whoever it is, I think she was expecting them.

The door swings open in slow motion to reveal a familiar, broad figure framed in the bright morning sunlight. It takes a moment before my eyes adjust and I realize who it is.

“Kyan,” I whisper.             

“Hi Clara,” he says, stepping into the room.

There’s only one way he could know I was here. I ignore him, instead turning to Kelly.

“Kelly, did you invite him here?”             

“Yes. Clara, you need to talk to him.”

“I can’t believe you’ve done this!” I explode, “Have you been working with him this whole time? Are you fucking him as well?”

I know it’s completely irrational to even suggest it. I trust Kelly absolutely, so why would she betray me like this?

“Clara—” Kyan tries to interrupt.

“No. I don’t want to talk to you right now. I thought that was clear.”

“Please, Clara, just listen to what he has to say,” says Kelly.

I want to run into my bedroom and slam the door, shut out the world like I’m a teenager arguing with her parents again. Instead, I stand my ground, arms folded and teeth clenched in a show of defiance.

Kyan is wearing his standard weekend clothes. A casual white shirt and chinos that show off every bulge of tight muscle.

Do not get distracted by how hot he is. You’re angry at him. Really angry.
I tell myself.

“Clara, don’t say anything, please, just take a look at this,” says Kyan holding out a folded newspaper.

My anger turns to confusion and I wonder what his game is as I reach out to take it. What could a newspaper show me that would possibly make me forgive him?

Slowly, I unfold the paper and look at the front page. The first thing that hits me is the picture. Smiling at me in the washed out colors of the print are Kyan and a woman. It’s Amalia. I only saw her for a moment coming out of Kyan’s office but I would recognize that face anywhere.

The next thing I see is the headline:             

‘Kyan Ellis sells stake in Ellis Energy in historic deal.’

I scan the article, tears clouding my vision as I realize what has happened. How stupid I was not to trust him.

“So…you sold your company to Amalia?”

“Yes,” replies Kyan.

“You weren’t cheating on me?”

“No. I would never do that. I…I’m sorry for lying to you about where I was that night. I wanted to surprise you.”

The emotional rollercoaster of the last few days is too much. Tears are streaming from my face as I run to Kyan and embrace him. It feels so good to have his thick arms wrapped around me again. I can’t believe how much I missed the warm scent of him against me.

“I’m the one who should be sorry for not trusting you,” I sob into his chest.

“I understand. I haven’t been the most trustworthy person in the past, but I want that to change now. Just, don’t go looking through my phone again.”

I pull back from his chest and we kiss. I savor his lips against mine.

“Erm…so I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone to make up,” says Kelly.             

I pull away from Kyan, embarrassed that I had forgotten Kelly was still in the room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” I ask, secretly hoping that she won’t decide to stay leave after all.

“No, no. I need to get back anyway,” says Kelly dragging her suitcase out of her bedroom.

“My driver is waiting outside, he’ll take you back to the city and we can drive your car back later if you like.”

“A ride in a limo? Yeah, I’m not going to turn that down,” says Kelly with a grin, “Don’t forget to lock the place up when you leave.”

I help her outside with her suitcase. I can’t wait to be alone with Clara. The last few days have been hell.

Damn it Kyan, how did you fall for this girl so hard?
says that part of me that’s scared of commitment. Thankfully now a part of me so small it’s practically not existent.

I watch out of the cabin’s large window as the limo pulls away and Kelly heads back to the city. Clara appears from her bedroom a few moments later, showered and wearing in a thin summer dress that shows off all her curves. I’m going to make sure she isn’t wearing it for long.

Without speaking I go to her and kiss her. And I don’t stop.

I pull her hips closer to me and grip the nape of her neck as my tongue feels the minty warmth of her mouth. It’s a while before she pulls away from me and we look into each other for a moment in that musty cabin.

“Why did you sell your company?” she asks.

“Ellis Energy had gone on long enough. With the Chinese project going ahead there wasn’t anything else for me to achieve there. It took you to show me that.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I’m planning a new company. One that’s going to change the world. That was why I wanted to keep it a surprise: I want you to be a part of this company with me.”

She wraps her arms around me again.

“Yes. Of course I will.”

We kiss again. I left her up with one arm, the other still holding her elegant neck and start to carry her towards the bedroom. Our lips stay locked together, neither of us wanting to break that connection between our bodies until we fall onto the bed together.

I can feel my cock: rock hard and straining at my pants. From the way Clara gasps breathlessly at my touch, I think she’s missed me even more than I’ve missed her.

In the ten years since I started my own business, getting her was the best deal I ever made.

Kyan’s powerful body lies on top of me, holding me, surrounding me. When I wrap my legs around him I can feel the hard bulge in his pants pushing into me.

Oh, my god, I want him so much.

I can’t believe I nearly threw this away because I couldn’t trust him. That won’t happen again. Right now I want to make it up to him more than anything in the world.

Kyan is bestial, grunting as he tears at my dress. A few moments later it’s off and thrown across the room.

When he stands up to take off his shirt I’m there, sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands working with his, fighting with his belt until he stands naked in front of me, his hard cock bobbing inches from my face.

I take it in my hands, just holding it, feeling the warmth and smoothness of it, driving him crazy with my touch.

One of Kyan’s hands buries itself in my hair, gripping it and urging my head forwards. Urging me to take him in my mouth. I grip his cock halfway up the shaft and open my lips, closing them just above my hand.

I can taste him now, a salty sweetness as I draw my mouth up and over the tip and I close my eyes as I savor his cock. A hand finds the root of my hair and grips tightly, the other sneaks into my bra, finding a nipple which hardens under its touch. I know I’m doing a good job when his hips start to move, thrusting him deeper into my mouth. I can feel the ache of desire between my legs grow and intensify. I’m on fire and he’s like gasoline.

I can tell he’s starting to get close and I speed up, willing him to finish in me so I can taste him.

“Not yet,” he says, pulling out of my mouth, “I want to feel you.”

In a moment he’s on top of me, fighting with my bra and tearing at my underwear until we’re both naked on the bed. I drink in the scent of him covering me as our bodies writhe together on top of the sheets.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me. His hands are everywhere, probing me, making me gasp and teasing me before roving to some other place and holding me against him with their irresistible strength.

“Fuck me,” I whisper to him when I can stand it no more. I need to feel him inside me again. It’s only been a couple of days but it feels like forever since we were that close.

He teases me again, lying on top of me with his hardness just resting on my wetness, not moving but driving me crazy with desire for him. I start to move my hips, sliding his cock up and down against me and I can tell he can’t hold on much longer either.

He grips his shaft with his free hand, the other buried deep in my hair. He holds my head to keep my gaze locked with his as he slides his hardness down the lips of my pussy, letting me know that he’ll start fucking me whenever he feels like it.

When he starts to enter me he can’t help but let out a gasp as I envelop him. I arch my back involuntarily, feeling my nipples graze his chest as the warmth of his cock fills me. I’ve missed him.

When he’s fully inside me we both stop moving, listening to each other’s breath. I can feel his heart beating fast in his chest. He lifts himself up on his elbows and just looks at me for a moment.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says.

I start to grind my hips against him while he begins to thrust into me. Our bodies in perfect synchronization, no longer two distinct people but one perfect whole united in physical pleasure.

Kyan starts to move his hips faster, thrusting in and out of me, groaning with pleasure at each movement. I can feel a warm glow inside me growing brighter with every thrust. He fills me so perfectly. My hands grip bed sheets and I feel my mouth open. Sound might be coming out of me, but I don’t know, all I can focus on is that heat burning in me.

The glow becomes an explosion and I can feel my back arching and my nipples against Kyan’s hard chest. For a moment everything is stars and I hold onto him, still inside me, pushing through my tightness and moaning now with his own pleasure as he releases inside me.

****

We lie in the bed, basking in the warm glow of one another until the setting sun sends orange beams of light through the bedroom window.

We’ve hardly spoken since we made love, both of us content just to lie in each other’s arms, his smiling eyes occasionally meeting mine as we exchange kisses.

“I love you,” says Kyan.

When he says those words for some reason it sounds completely natural, like saying a self-evident truth out loud: “The sky is blue.”, “Grass is green.”, “I love you.” Somehow it just feels right and I feel no surprise that he’s said it.

“I love you too.”