Bowles, Jan - Bought for the Billionaire's Bed [Guilty Pleasures 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (12 page)

“Mmm, that’s heavenly, waking up to you.”

She kissed his lips. “I didn’t want you to start burning. I’m just going to have a shower and then get changed.”

“Come here.” He reached out and caught her wrist, and she giggled as he dragged her onto the sun lounger with him. “There’s no hurry.” He kissed her lips as he rolled her on top of him. With just a pair of scanty bikini bottoms on, it didn’t take long to feel his hard cock pressing deliciously against her pussy. Her hips automatically ground into his, and a deep, throaty moan hissed from his lips. “You sure know how to drive a man wild.”

“I’m going to drive you even wilder by leaving you with something to think about while I take a shower.” Quickly, she moved from him, side stepping his hand as he playfully motioned to smack her butt. After wiggling her ass at him and calling, “Missed,” she then ran inside the villa. Two more weeks of bliss stretched out before her. She had never felt so happy.

Mia pulled a designer dress from the wardrobe and laid it on the bed. She then went into the en suite bathroom for her shower. When they returned to New York, she knew she would have to start looking for a job. She couldn’t rely on Trent to provide for her anymore. He’d told her he would introduce her to several people, who could help her achieve her dream of owning her own art gallery. If everything worked out, she might even be able to repay the money she owed him. Now that would make her even happier.

Once showered, she changed into her fresh clothes and wondered why Trent hadn’t appeared. At first she thought he might have fallen asleep again until she heard him speaking in the main living area. He lounged, relaxing on one of the large leather couches with his back to her, talking to someone on the telephone.

“No, no, I haven’t got rid of her yet.”

Tiptoeing across in her bare feet, Mia froze to the spot. The hand she was going to stroke into Trent’s hair stilled mid-air. Was he talking about her?

He laughed, listening to the person on the other end of the line, then said, “The hussy has cost me a small fortune. I’m gonna make damn sure I get my money’s worth out of her first before I drop her.”

Her stomach churned, and tears sprung to her eyes. He had to be talking about her. Slowly she turned around so as not to make a noise. Now all she wanted to do was escape from his vicious, cruel words. She loved Trent, but it was obvious he didn’t love her. Just as she’d thought, her worst suspicions had been confirmed. He’d been using her all along.

Even as she walked away, she could still hear him speaking. “If I’d known the trouble she’d cause me, I just wouldn’t have bothered. She’ll be history soon enough. Maybe you’d like first refusal when the time comes?” He laughed. “You’re such a snob, John. I might have known you wouldn’t want used goods.”

After that final insult, Mia ran to the bedroom and shut the door behind her. What could she do? What should she do? If Trent didn’t love her, then she wouldn’t stay a moment longer. All she had were the clothes she stood up in and about one hundred dollars in cash. How on earth could she leave and still keep her dignity? There was only one thing for it. She began slinging a few essentials into a small bag and then quietly opened the French doors onto the verandah outside. A confrontation was the last thing she wanted or needed. If she could make it to the airport, she felt sure her parents would wire her the money to get her back to Stockholm. This was something she should have done in the first place. Relying on Trent had been the worst decision of her life.

As she slipped from the room, she just caught a glimpse of the swimming pool still sparkling in the slowly setting sun. Only a few hours ago, she had been so blissfully happy. Tears rolled down her cheeks unchecked as she ran toward the track that would take her to Castries. Life could be so cruel.

Chapter Fifteen

Trent made one more sweep of the villa and grounds and finally came to the conclusion that Mia had gone. Her favorite bag was missing. Even though it showed considerable signs of age and wear, she’d refused to part with it.

He rubbed a hand over his face. Had Mia disappeared for a second time? They’d been getting along so well, too. Maybe she’d been planning this all along. Perhaps she’d been a setup from the outset. A ruse to get into his bank account. He shook his head. Surely he wasn’t such a bad judge of character? He checked his watch. Well, she couldn’t have gotten far on foot in the last hour or so. He retrieved his car keys from the hallstand and strode purposefully outside to his Aston Martin convertible. If she was walking, there was only one way into Castries. So that’s the route he’d take.

He gunned the car into life and tore off down the track. His anger began to mount by the second. Just wait until he caught up with her, the little minx. He’d show her a thing or two about respect. Something she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

After a half hour and almost on the point of giving up, he saw her walking along the side of the road. He slowed down as he drew alongside. “Get in,” he commanded.

She refused to even acknowledge he was there and continued walking. He tried again, receiving the same cold shoulder. “Get in. I won’t ask you again.” On the verge of losing it, he breathed in, reigning in his temper. There was only one thing for it. He stilled the engine and jumped from the car.

Before he could catch up with her, she rounded on him. “Get away from me, you bastard. You don’t love me.” She banged her fists against his chest. He could clearly see she’d been crying.

“Whatever is wrong, Mia?” he asked, concerned now for her welfare. Had she gone totally mad?

“As if you care.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she screamed. “Leave me alone. I never want to see you again.”

Trent reeled from her words. Had he really been so wrong? He stared at her. This woman didn’t look like a gold digger. She looked crushed, totally bereft of any joy. None of this made any sense. He decided to take control.

“You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve had some answers.” He took hold of her arm and pulled her toward the car. When she refused to make it easy for him, he scooped her up and unceremoniously tossed her into the passenger seat.

“How dare you. You don’t own me.” She glared at him as he walked around to the driver’s side and got in beside her. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what had got into her.

“Now I want some answers, Mia. Why have you run off for a second time? Why are you acting like a stupid—”

“Hussy. Say what you think, Trent. I heard you on the telephone.”

“What are you talking about? What telephone call?”

“Don’t pretend. I’m not a piece of merchandise that you can exchange on a whim. You don’t own me, whatever you may think.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I’ve only spoken to John and we were just talking about my—” He paused as realization dawned. “So you overheard my conversation with John?”

“Yes, every last damned word, you bastard!
Jäkel
!”

“Right. You’re coming with me.”

* * * *

At first Mia thought they were heading back to the villa, but the Aston Martin changed direction, and they began making their way toward Castries and eventually the harbor. Trent looked as angry as she felt. With his lips compressed into a tight line, his silence said it all as they drove through the traffic. What had she expected? It had been stupid to think she could just slip away. Had she forgotten the little matter of the twenty thousand dollars she still owed him? Well, if he thought she’d come willingly to his bed, he’d have another think coming.

He wore a pair of jeans and a white shirt, open at the collar. It fluttered in the warm breeze as they sped along the main road into Castries. The expensive watch on his wrist glittered from the sun as he expertly maneuvered the Aston Martin into an empty parking bay. Yes, she might still find him attractive, but even that didn’t compensate for the way he’d spoken about her on the telephone.

Without a word, he got out of the car and walked around to her side. Before she knew it, he’d opened the door and physically pulled her from the car. A large hand held her firmly under her arm. “You’re coming with me. I’ve one or two things I need to teach you.” He proceeded to roughly walk her to the marina.

“Bastard!
Jäkel
! Let me go. I don’t appreciate being manhandled.”

“That’s too bad. It’s this way.” Still gripping her arm tightly, he began walking her down a row of different sized boats. Eventually, when they came to an unusually large yacht anchored at the end of the marina, he stopped.

Trent roughly turned her to face the stern. “Meet,
The Hussy
.”

Mia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. There in large gold and black letters was the words “The Hussy.” Her jaw dropped open in astonishment. How could she have been so wrong? All the time he’d been speaking to John about a yacht and not her. She looked at Trent, unable to say or do anything.

“Yes, you may well be lost for words, Mia, but I’m not.” He cupped her chin. “When you heard me talking to John, why didn’t you say something instead of just disappearing?”

“I was upset.”

“You were upset.” He raised his hands clearly exasperated. “But you only heard half the conversation. How could you know what the fuck I was talking about?”

“I’m sorry, Trent. It sounded like you were about to get rid of me.”

“I’m angry that you could think so little of me, Mia. I thought I meant more to you than that.”

“You do, Trent. I’m sorry. I’ve been a fool.”

“So you say. How do I know? This is the second time you’ve disappeared on me.” He held her more firmly. “Now I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Mia swallowed hard. “Trent, what are you going to do?” He still looked angry.

“You’ll find out.” He hauled her onto the stern of the yacht and opened the cabin door with a key. Inside, the interior of walnut and cream leather reeked of aromatic opulence.

“You didn’t say you had a yacht, Trent. We’ve been on the island a fortnight now, and you’ve never mentioned it.”

“It was meant to be a surprise. We were going to sail to Montserrat on Sunday. I had something special planned for you.” He stared at her. “But now I’m not so sure.”

Mia’s heart lurched. She’d done it this time. She’d hurt Trent really badly for the second time, and now he hated her and didn’t trust her anymore. She cursed her stupidity and impetuousness.

“Now come here,” he commanded.

“Why? What are you going to do to me? You’re still angry. I can see it in your eyes.”

“This.” Trent pulled her over to one of the cream leather seats. He sat down and then yanked her unceremoniously across his knee so that her head almost touched the floor. He wrenched her dress up and held her arm securely behind her back. With his other hand he yanked her panties to her knees in one rough movement. Before she had time to say anything, a stinging blow swiped across her bare butt.

Squirming in pain, she yelped with the contact.

“This is for your own good, Mia. In a relationship, you need trust.”

Several more blows rained down, stinging her rump. “So next time.” He slapped her bare ass again. “You speak to me before you go running off.” The sound of the next slap echoed around the cabin, and Mia bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. “Have I made myself clear, Mia?”

“But, Trent—”

“No excuses.” Another slap burned into her butt, rendering her speechless. “Have you learned your lesson?”

She breathed heavily, trying to control her emotions. “Yes…I’m sorry.” Trent held his hand against her naked butt until the pain subsided. She knew she deserved his discipline. Although the spanking hurt, it sexually aroused her, too. She knew her pussy was wet. How could she have thought he would stoop so low? Why hadn’t she confronted him when he’d finished his telephone call? Then the misunderstanding would have been cleared up immediately. Instead she’d hurt him badly by not trusting him. “I’m really sorry.”