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Chapter 14
Naomi

N
aomi never would have predicted
it—her first time with a gorgeous hunk of a billionaire in a stunning mansion on the most wonderful, expansive bed she’d ever slept on?

It was unfathomable. Impossible.

Yet it had happened.

Jenna’s first time had been with some guy she met at a bar that she got into using a fake ID.

The guy didn’t even take her to a motel or anything—he just took her in his old car, promising to call the next day and never did.

“The worst part was he wasn’t even all that hot,” Jenna had said. “We had a good conversation and he seemed sort of nice and had a cool personality, so I was like, why not? Ugh! I wish I had waited.”

Jenna’s experience sure helped Naomi wait.

Then there was Melissa—another girl from their group home.

She shared having her first time under the bleachers at school.

Another girl she knew at least got to do it in bed—at the guy’s house while his parents weren’t home.

Then they had to scramble for their clothes when the parents came home sooner than expected.

Naomi stared at the beautiful, sleeping man next to her, breathing deeply and looking content.

Yup—could have been a lot worse for her.

She more than lucked out for her first time—she hit the jackpot.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep too, a smile on her face.


O
h no
, we missed breakfast!” Naomi said, noticing it was after eight a.m. and earning a hearty laugh from a rumpled but still beautiful Kevin.

“You do know that I’m the master of this house, right? That breakfast, lunch, dinner is whenever, wherever, and however I want it?”

Naomi felt her cheeks flush.

“My god, you’re adorable,” he said suddenly, looking at her with such intensity, her cheeks burned more.

He rolled off the bed, shamelessly naked, and extended his arm to her.

“Let’s get cleaned up and ready for breakfast.”

He glanced toward her bathroom with a sort of wary look on his face.

“Um, let’s head on up to my bathroom; the facilities are better there.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. How on earth could a bathroom possibly be any better?

She had a spacious, beautifully decorated place with a shower and tub, a shower head with various massage settings, matching towels and well-coordinated overall from the rugs to the tiles—Naomi couldn’t imagine how it could be improved.

Either way, she didn’t want to go with Kevin to his room, although she wasn’t sure exactly why.

“How about I meet you there? I need to take care of a few things and get my head straight.”

He seemed to understand.

Then he pulled her to him, bringing their naked bodies together, and he kissed her gently on the lips.

He wrapped his arms around her, and her breasts squashed against his hard chest in the heated hug.

“I know how…significant last night was,” he said, his voice low and gentle, almost like a caress.

Then he pulled away and held her chin with the tips of his fingers. “Trust me, I know.”

He seemed to want to say more but didn’t.

Finally, he let her go completely and started pulling his clothes on.

Before he left, he said, “Naomi, you will have dinner with me every night from now on, yes?”

She nodded.

“You won’t avoid me again?”

She nodded.

“Then you will trust me? If something is bothering you, you will tell me what’s on your mind and let me help you work through it?”

She nodded once more.

“Good.”

He turned to leave, then spun around once more.

“Are you still comfortable working with Manny and Jeffrey?”

Naomi thought about it.

She knew there was no way Jeffrey didn’t know what they’d done overnight. The kitchen staff no doubt knew by now too, since they hadn’t been able to serve either of them that morning.

Heck, their night had probably reached all the other workers by now, but she tried not to think about what they now thought of her; after all, this was her moment of happiness.

Finally, after everything she’d been through, good fortune was smiling on her.

She knew what she had probably wouldn’t last very long, but she came to a decision as she watched Kevin’s gorgeous sleeping form: she was going with it.

Being with a guy like him was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and she wasn’t about to look her gift horse in the mouth again; she’d enjoy every bit of being with a stunning, powerful man willing to take her with him to places she never dared to dream of going and teach her about various aspects of his world while she could.

So, yes—she was quite happy learning her way around the kitchen, getting tips from a world-class chef, free personalized instruction.

No, she didn’t mind being sent out to pick up this or drop off that—as much as she loved the mansion, she loved being able to get away from it sometimes.

And
of course
she had no problem bringing Kevin coffee or a sandwich or whatever Chef Manuel wanted her to take up to him.

None of her duties interfered with their changed relationship.

She loved seeing Kevin, she loved learning, and she loved having temporary moments of freedom. Everything complemented each other, actually.

Naomi found herself excited about the upcoming work week and daily outings and nightly dinners.


I
’m going
to take a real vacation day today,” Kevin said as they settled in for breakfast, both freshly showered and presentable.

Naomi tried not to sound glib.

“A vacation day?” she asked.

“It’s hard to stop working sometimes. So no phone calls answered, no emails checked for at least two hours. Anyway, I’m going to take a ride on my yacht, and I want you to come with me.”

She nearly dropped her fork.

“A yacht?”

“Yes, why not?”

Naomi knew exactly what that meant—relaxation, leisure snacking and drinking, lessons about the ocean as it related to yachting and whatever else rich guys like him did on the water, and definitely sexy times, and she was here for all of it.

A
s she reported
to him after breakfast the next morning, she got another surprise.

She was glad to see he hadn’t seemed rebuffed after she refused to sleep in his bedroom yet again the previous night, and that he was treating her with his usual cheer.

“Archery?” she said, still in disbelief at his proposition.

“Yes! Maybe we’ll find your latent talent there.”

He grinned at her.

I
nstead of working
the rest of the week, Kevin made her try a different activity every day and let her retire to her room—after finding an opportunity to take her again.

He stopped inviting her to his room after her second refusal, but once they returned from an opera one evening, instead of taking her home right away, he booked a room in an upscale hotel and spent the evening making love to her there.

They spent another day on the outside of his estate—talking, swimming, snacking, drinking poolside.

He took her in a cabana there.

He showed her around the grounds, and she got to see every stone statue and manicured hedge, every pond and mini-waterfall.

It took almost half a day for him to give her a full tour of the outside, and once they were done, he walked her all the way back to her room, suggested they shower together and took her doggy-style for the first time there.

Another day, he showed her around other wings of the interior, pointing out all sorts of rooms she hadn’t been shown before since she’d mostly been confined to one wing.

She even discovered he had a sauna, an indoor pool, and a ballroom.

When she felt his energy change as he headed for another room, she wondered what he was up to, but couldn’t guess.

He wasn’t trying to trick her into going to his bedroom after all, was he?

But when he opened the door, her jaw slackened, and she could only stare silently at the expanse of meticulously arranged books in the library before her.

She didn’t know how long she stood there gaping and possibly drooling, her feet rooted to the ground, her brain clouded by all the delicious reading material in front of her.

Eventually, his soft voice calling out her name registered.

“You are welcome to come here whenever you want, Naomi,” he said.

She felt stupid about the tears forming in her eyes.

“This place is a dream,” was all she managed to say, still unable to tear her eyes away from the expanse of shelves.


You’re
a dream,” he said, the quality of his voice making her finally look up at him, startled.

He looked as if he hadn’t meant to say it, but he also looked like he didn’t plan to take it back.

He suddenly pulled her to him, cupping her face as he kissed her softly at first, then hungrily and possessively.

She felt her body start readying herself from him, moisture gathering between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.

He closed the door and locked it behind them, backing her up toward one of the couches.

Once she was on her back, he kissed her neck and her mouth while pulling her shorts down, and he let himself out of his jeans, his cock stiff and ready.

She was more than ready to receive it, and as he positioned himself between her legs, she wrapped her arms around him, trying not to think of them ruining the expensive-looking upholstered furniture.

All thoughts evaporated once his hard cock made its way inside her.

J
ust when Naomi
thought things couldn’t get any better, she checked her Facebook and saw a message she had dreamed of seeing for years.

“It’s me, Naomi,” the message from a name she didn’t recognize, but a face she certainly did, said. “Your sister.”

Chapter 15
Naomi

A
s they strolled
across the grounds, hand-in-hand, Naomi felt like she was bursting at the seams.

She was filled with so much love and happiness, and being in contact with her sister the past few days only made her swell more.

She had been spending magical days and nights with Kevin, floating on a cloud of endless ecstasy.

She kept finding herself on the verge of spilling out how she felt about him, but luckily, she found the strength to hold it back.

She would only make herself even more vulnerable to him if she revealed how she felt, and if he responded in an unfavorable way, she would be absolutely crushed.

She couldn’t imagine having to leave the estate someday, and she kept that thought locked away—no need to depress herself prematurely; she just needed to live in the moment and savor all her time with him. He didn’t need to hear anything silly from her, like how she had fallen in love with him, and how much she wanted to remain with him.

Still, she had to let something out somehow before she actually exploded.

Even though her sister had asked her to stay quiet about it, she couldn’t help wanting to share.

She waited for a natural break in their conversation.

When they had walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, she gushed, “I got in contact with my sister!”

Kevin turned to her and smiled a genuine, wide smile.

“That’s great, Naomi—I’m so happy for you! Are you guys going to reunite in person soon?”

“Well, she said her schedule’s pretty busy, but maybe in a month or two. In the meantime, we’re getting to know each other.”

“What have you been learning? Is she anything like you?”

She gave him an admonishing look.

“I hope you’re not thinking of threesomes, mister.”

He held his hand up defensively, chuckling as he did so.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. So is she anything like how you remember her as a kid?”

“It’s hard to tell over the net, but when we were little, I was the shy, quiet one, and she seemed to have all the energy; she was the extrovert. That’s probably why she got picked, actually. Anyway, apparently, she works as a makeup artist now—like on film and T.V. sets. Isn’t that cool?”

“Yeah!” Kevin said, looking like he was desperately suppressing laughter at something, but she felt so joyous, she didn’t really care if he was silently making fun of her in some way.

“She said that sometimes it’s beauty makeup, or like covering flaws and tattoos, but she also gets to do really cool stuff like make those same flaws or body art, and age people. She even makes them into aliens and monsters.”

“Wow. Pretty impressive. How old is she?”

“Same as me—we’re fraternal twins.”

“What’s her name?”

“Tyra. Well, Alyssa now.”

Kevin stopped walking, making her stop too.

“Wait, what did you say?”

“Her original name was Tyra, but her adoptive parents got her name changed, so she’s Alyssa now. Still kind of hard to get used to,” she admitted.

“So let me get this straight—your mom named you guys Naomi and Tyra?”

Naomi giggled. “Guess she had high hopes for us. Too bad neither of us grew that tall.”

At five feet seven, she was a fairly good height, but weren’t top models five nine and up? Either way, Naomi didn’t exactly end up on the skinny side, and from what she’d seen of her sister, they were about the same size; in fact, she was delighted to see they still looked so much alike.

They started walking again.

“Anyway, we’re still learning about each other. I’m sure you’ll get to meet her at some point, but she said she’s pretty tied up for the next few weeks or so.”

Suddenly her phone buzzed.

Naomi wasn’t expecting a text or call, so she was worried when she felt it.

Normally, she didn’t take her phone with her, but after she and Kevin returned from the movies, they had hopped out of the car and immediately went for a walk on the grounds, so she still had her purse on her.

She had a hard time ignoring the vibrations, so she looked at him apologetically and said, “Excuse me,” pausing her steps, then pulled her phone out.

She was relieved to see Jenna’s name, but her relief was short-lived.

He’s clear and free. Just figured you should know
, Jenna had texted.

Who?
she typed back.

My one-night-stand
, Jenna sent back, and she needed to say no more.

Feeling like it was ruder to stand there typing, Naomi apologized to Kevin again and called, hoping Jenna would be able to answer.

“Just like that? How come?”

“You knew this would happen—his word against ours. Apparently, he said the three of us had agreed on a threesome. And he said something about you liking it rough, hence the mark on your face. Without a rape kit since he didn’t get anywhere, and with him being invited into the home and all that, charges got dropped. I think the prosecutor said something about not even close to enough evidence to pursue. I’m sorry, Naomi. Anyway, you were so dazed, I just gave them my number that night, so I just pretended to be you when she called—that’s how I got the info.”

“Thanks for telling me,” Naomi replied, not recognizing the low, dead voice leaving her.

She tucked her phone away, her energy taking a swift dive.

“What is it?” Kevin asked, his eyes seeming to penetrate her.

She let out a breath, considering whether or not to bother sharing.

Did it matter?

“Trust me, Naomi,” Kevin’s firm voice said, and she looked up at him.

“I just got word that a guy who attacked me is back on the streets,” she said.

“What do you mean attacked you? When did this happen?”

Naomi spilled out the story to him.

“I know I’m just being paranoid, but I’m glad I’m here where he can’t possibly reach me. But I’m definitely worried about Jenna.”

In fact, she hadn’t stopped worrying about Jenna; she had only succeeded in pushing her concerns about her ex-roommate and best friend to the back of her mind.

Now, Jenna was alone.

She was a tough girl, but she was still so vulnerable to so much.

When Naomi brought her eyes up to Kevin again, he looked like he would blow his top at second.

He was breathing hard, his face flushed redder than she’d ever seen it, his gray eyes flashing with rage.

He suddenly looked like a barely-contained monster.

Then, quick as a flash, with a few deep breaths, he seemed to calm himself down a bit.

“You won’t have to worry about anything, Naomi—that guy won’t hurt you or any woman again.”

“What do you mean? What are you going to do?”

“Make sure justice is served.”

Watching his outrage, his fury take over him, and then the calm way he let her know he would do everything he could to protect her and her friend had an immediate, overwhelming effect on her.

This man was assuring her that she had backup now.

All her life, she’s had no protector, no way of feeling safe, and suddenly, she felt a security she never had the privilege of experiencing.

Kevin made her feel so many things at once: cared for, desired, protected. Important.

Her emotions spilled over, and she felt driven to quench the sudden fire raging in her, to express her appreciation with her body.

“Let’s go inside,” she said, her voice deepened by desire.

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