The Billionaire's Weekend Bride (3 page)

“I love that there is history in this place, in the business as a whole,” Damian enthused. “My family always worked hard and that's how our money came. But like you, I wasn't going to sit back and be a trust fund baby. I worked damned hard, if you'll excuse my language, Mrs. Merriman. I didn't accept a cent from my father and developed my suite of health spas on my own.”

“And I commend you,” Mr. Merriman said. “And I can see by Penny's face, she's very proud of you, too.”

While Damian had been talking, Sonia had her elbow on the table, chin in hand, listening intently to how Damian became a billionaire. Now that he'd mentioned health spas, she'd recognized the Hedley name. She knew the Hedley and Duke Health Spa on the Upper West Side across from Central Park. She'd gotten a free pass from a friend and marveled at the chic style of the place. He was the Hedley of Hedley and Duke. His status was finally coming into place and she was practically drooling at how successful Damian actually was.

“Oh, I am proud,” she said, surprised she was caught staring by Joseph Merriman. Damian looked at her and smiled as if to say, 'Good acting!' He kissed her cheek.

“Penny's heard all this before,” he said. “I'm sure she's bored to death.”

“Not at all,” Sonia replied. “I'm always excited to hear all about your successes.” She gave a warm smile and Damian rested his hand on hers. She liked how it felt.

“But, Penny,” Gloria Merriman said. “These men have dominated the conversation so much, I have no idea what it is you do.”

“Me?” Sonia said, looking at Damian.

“Yes, let's talk about you.”

“Oh, there's nothing special about me. I work with children. I'm a teacher.”

“How nice,” Gloria beamed. “What age and what school?”

“Um, kindergarten. Little, tiny people. I love my job. The school is in Brooklyn.”

“You must have the patience of a saint,” Gloria said clapping her hands together. “I remember the trouble I had with our son and there was only one of him. And it is such a shame he doesn't want to carry on the business. He's happy to drift around and do very little.”

“Because he gets away with it, dear,” her husband chimed in. “That's what I like about our man Damian here. He wasn't content to live off his parent's wealth, he went out and worked. Exactly the type of person I want running this business. Sadly it won't stay in the family, but with my son at the helm, Merriman wouldn't stand a chance. Sad but true.”

“Am I right in thinking that maybe we have a deal?” Damian ventured to ask.

“We might,” Mr. Merriman said, looking at his wife. “But I still need to sleep on it. To be honest, I have a meeting on Monday with a foreign company who want buy us out, too, and I want to meet and discuss their proposal.”

“That's absolutely fine,” said Damian, taking his napkin off his thigh. “You call me early next week with your decision and we'll take it from there.”

“That's very good of you, Damian, and I look forward to speaking to you then.”

They all rose from the table and walked to the door. Mr. Merriman kissed Sonia's hand and shook Damian's.

“It was a pleasure to meet you both,” he said. “And I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in New York and have a safe journey back to Washington, the pair of you.”

Damian held Sonia at the small of her back and walked her out of the hotel. Out on the street, he exhaled loudly.

“Well, that didn't go too badly,” he said. “In fact, it went extremely well. I think old Mr. Merriman has warmed to the idea of selling to me. I know who he's meeting with on Monday. Some cold investment agency, no experience in hospitality like me. But I have a feeling Merriman cares more about the integrity of his brand than he does another few billion dollars. Penny, I mean, Sonia, I think I have this in the bag.”

He was staring straight into her eyes as a light breeze started to wrap around them.

“I'm glad it went well,” she said, staring straight back at him. “I guess this is where we part ways then.”

“I guess,” he said slowly, his body inching a little closer. “Can I get you a cab?”

“Please,” she said. “But not in front of the hotel, they might be watching out of a window. You never know.”

“That's true.” Damian took hold of her waist again and they walked slowly along the wide sidewalk. He gently rubbed the small of her back and paid no attention to the passing taxis. Sonia edged a little closer but came to a stop. He nearly walked into her.

“This ought to do it,” she said. “They can't see us from here. I think I see a taxi.”

“Right,” he said, not looking at the road at all but watching the soft mounds of her breasts meeting at the top of her dress. Her large bosom heaved up and down as she breathed and Damian loosened his tie.

“How far do you have to go?” he asked her.

“Not very. I'm about five miles east of here. I share an apartment with my best friend, Bibi. But she's out of town.”

“Really?”

She wondered why she said that. It wasn't a come on, or at least she didn't think it was.

“I tell you what,” Damian said. “I'll escort you back in the taxi and then go on to my hotel. How about that?”

“Oh, you don't have to do that.”

“No, I insist. I want to make sure you get safely home. After all, if I clinch this deal it will be because of your phenomenal acting. You were wonderful, Sonia.”

Their eyes met again. This time Damian allowed himself to be distracted for long enough to see a taxi cab and whistle it to a halt. They climbed in and the taxi screeched away so that both fell against the back seat with a bump.

“You okay?” Damian said, leaning towards her.

“I'm fine.”

Their lips were only seconds away from each other and before they could catch another breath they were kissing. It was a deep and passionate kiss as if they had been waiting to be alone together all night. And if they were perfectly honest, being alone together had been going through both their minds. Perhaps that's what made them such a convincing couple; this desire to be alone, to be close. To have skin touching skin. To kiss.

Damian's hand was traveling up Sonia's thigh, beneath her dress. It rested there until she made a slight adjustment with her legs and he continued up until his fingertips were touching the lace at the front of her panties. He groaned. The taxi driver coughed and the couple stopped kissing and laughed.

But he hadn't removed his fingers. Instead he was tracing a pattern on the lace, gentle, slow smooth circles that generated heat between Sonia's legs. She parted them and Damian's finger slipped under the lace. It was touching skin. He began to rub, realizing that Sonia had stripped away the hair on her pussy, and he liked what he was feeling.

The taxi stopped abruptly outside Sonia's place.

“This is it, right?” the taxi driver said.

“Yes,” panted Sonia. “This is it.” She looked at Damian. “Thank you for dropping me home and good luck when you get back to DC.”

“I don't go back until tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “So I don't need to rush back to my hotel.”

“Well, um, do you want to come up?” she asked.

“I think he does, miss,” the driver said, looking at them through his mirror but with his hand out waiting for the money. Damian folded a bunch of notes into his hand.

“Keep the change,” he said as he followed Sonia out of the taxi.

As the taxi sped off again, Damian held Sonia tight around her slim waist. She could feel his erection against her.

“I think you better come up,” she said.

“Thank you. I think I should too.”

They giggled all the way up to the top floor apartment.

Chapter 2

Damian held Sonia's hand as she led him straight to her bedroom. No offering of drinks, no lights going on. Straight to the fluffy mat at the side of her bed where they kicked off their shoes and began to strip. Damian could not see her body as clearly as he'd liked to, but felt around all her contours with a desperation that drove hot flames to his cheeks. His penis was rock hard as he passed his hands over her shoulders, down to her breasts, squeezing them and pulling her nipples with his finger and thumb.

He stroked her waist and smoothed his hands over her wide hips before reaching around to her buttocks and grabbing them, pulling her body to his. She stretched up to enclose his broad shoulders in her arms, parting her lips so that his tongue surged into her mouth. They began to let their tongues move in enticing circles and swoops, their lips clenched together in a never-ending circle.

Soon he began to kiss her neck and grind his hips against her body in a rippling movement. He groaned as if he ached to devour her. Picking Sonia up, he threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back. Easing up onto her elbows, her knees dropped open as she watched the way he mounted the bed and knelt between her open legs.

Lying back, Sonia opened her arms and he lunged against her, his mouth aiming straight for the erect nipple of her right breast. Sonia screamed as he bit and nibbled and then circled the entire nipple with his tongue. Soon he was sucking on it.

“Harder,” she sighed and he let his teeth come into play until she was breathing heavily from the electricity coursing from her nipples to her clit. She spread her legs wide. Damian began to kiss his way over to the other nipple before letting his lips follow down her supple body to her navel. He saw how she pulled open the lips of her pussy to reveal the pink mound of her clit. Her entrance was wet but she wanted him to suck her clit.

First he passed his finger up from her entrance and onto her clit, spreading a glistening trail of her own wetness upwards and then did the same with his tongue. This time his tongue lingered at her wet opening before traveling upwards to her clit. He closed his lips onto her clit and sucked.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes.” She began to gyrate her hips as Damian licked and sucked. His movements were deep, yet gentle and purposeful as he built up a momentum. He heard her breath becoming a moaning sigh and her buttocks lifted off the bed as her gyrating hips soared out of control.

Sonia experienced a deep and fully satisfying orgasm. Damian knew just what to do. He didn't stop sucking and she kept on coming. Again and again and again until she was weak with pleasure.

“Sounded like you really enjoyed that,” he said, coming to face her. She took hold of his hard cock and angled it to her pussy as he lowered on top of her.

“I did,” she said as she felt his cock sinking into her. He started to buck his hips to and fro and his hardness filled her entirely.

They moved together in perfect timing. Eventually, they rolled over so that Sonia was on top. With her knees pressing into the bed, she began to ripple her hips, feeling a harder penetration of his cock which made her want to come again.

She looked down at Damian. She could tell his eyes were open. She began to manipulate her hardened nipples and squeezed her breasts. He rocked up and down to get even deeper inside her. He grabbed her hips and controlled them to the rhythm of his orgasm. He moaned aloud as he came, she was coming too and their voices rose into the night as they each reached a point of complete arousal, complete release and deep satisfaction.

Sonia mopped her brow and eased off Damian, collapsing at his side. They were both perspiring and facing each other in the dim light.

“You were amazing,” he said.

“Well, I have no complaints,” she replied.

They lay spooning on the bed. Once Damian had gotten another erection, he jammed it into her moist pussy from behind and started grinding hard as she stroked her own clit, feeling Damian's hand rubbing her breast. She was hot with the intensity of the position and sunk her face into the covers so as not to scream the place down. Damian orgasmed at the same time as she did and, finally, they dozed off. They awoke to make love again in the early hours of the morning and fell asleep again, exhausted.

A beam of light flickered onto Sonia's face and she wondered what time it was. The sun was bright from early on in the summer, so it could be any time. She had nowhere special to be that day so yawned and closed her eyes again. She wondered if Damian was awake and would he want to make love again. She was happy to; he was a fantastic lover, considerate and long-lasting.

Sonia smiled to herself and turned her head to look at the sleeping Damian – but he wasn't there. She got onto her elbows and looked around the room, expecting to see Damian getting back into his clothes. There was no sign of him. She listened carefully for signs of him being in the bathroom or somewhere else in the apartment.

Her mind turned to romantic movies she'd seen where the woman wakes up, the man is gone and she thinks he's run out on her, only for him to appear minutes later with fresh coffee and bagels from the local store. Her local store sold amazing bagels and her stomach lurched in expectation. She sat up in bed and pulled her knees into her chin, feeling the delectable soreness of a heavy night of sex. It was a good feeling. Damian had managed things she'd never experienced with another man. She couldn't wait to see him again.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning. Damian didn't have much of the morning left; he had a plane to catch in the afternoon and then she'd never see him again. The thought made her sad, but she was cheered by the sound of the door to the apartment opening.
Strange,
she thought,
he doesn't have a key
.

Sonia got up and pulled on a dressing gown. By the door she saw a suitcase and bags she recognized and she followed the sounds she heard to the kitchen.

“Bibi, you're back,” Sonia said, surprised that her roomie was home already.

“Hi ya, Sonia. Yeah, I would have been back last night if I could. The event I went to was a total wash-out. Hardly any buyers. I lost a bunch. Rather than wait till the afternoon, I decided to get an earlier flight home.”

Bibi was a designer of sexy lingerie and had gone to a sales event in Philadelphia. She stood in the kitchen pushing her long, wavy blond hair behind her ears, making coffee and looking calm about the whole thing.

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Sonia said.

“Oh well, you win some you lose some. Still, I managed to get a few good leads.”

“I'm glad,” Sonia said, trying to hide her disappointment that it wasn't Damian at the door. “I may as well go run myself a bath.”

“You all right?” Bibi asked before Sonia could slink away. “You look tired or something. How did it go last night? First night on the job.” Bibi smiled and stopped preparing the pot of coffee to listen to the details of Sonia's first night as an escort.

Sonia had lots of different jobs since moving to New York to become a lingerie model, which was how she met Bibi. It was a job she'd been convinced to do by a pushy agent she'd met in her hometown of Detroit when she was a twenty-year-old, trying to make it as a model. When the work got scarcer in New York, Sonia didn't return home, she stayed and started working in a bar. That was it, along with some sleazy underwear shoots and the occasional walk-on parts in a few low budget movies.

“I didn't think I would be,” Sonia said, “but I was pretty nervous. I couldn't get images out of my head about me being just a glorified hooker and wondering what my momma would say. I've done some pretty risqué things in my time, but I wouldn't want it getting back that I was a prostitute.”

“But you don't have to sleep with the clients do you?” Bibi said.

“No, in fact, that's the policy of the agency. They don't pimp their girls. This is an exclusive company, but...”

“But what?”

“Well, the guy I was escorting was gorgeous. I mean, I was totally into him and we kinda ended up here.”

“You didn't!”

“We did – a lot. And it was so good.”

“Well,” smiled Bibi. “Why not enjoy the perks of the job?” Bibi got two cups from the closet. “But you don't look like a woman who has had a great night of sex, if you don't mind me saying. You look plain miserable. What's up?”

“It's just that, I thought I asked Damian up here for the sex only. At least that's what I told myself. But the truth is, there was more to Damian than just good looks and a great body. He seems like a nice guy, too. Interesting. And I wished I could've gotten to know him before he had to go back to DC.”

“That's a real shame, Sonia. But still. You had one night.”

“I guess I'll have to settle for that. After all, it was only a business arrangement. Nothing more. Well, he certainly saw it that way. He didn't even say goodbye. Just crept out.”

“Don't worry, girlfriend. The ones who seem nice are the biggest rats.”

“Well, that's exactly what he is. He's a man whore by his own admission, so what else should I expect?”

“Exactly,” Bibi said, going back to the coffee. “Go have your bath.  Once we've grabbed a coffee, we can go for lunch later. My treat.”

Sonia ran the water and poured in a large amount of oils and foam bath. She sank in deep and closed her eyes for a long while before Bibi brought her in a cup of coffee. She needed it.

She got dry in her room and went to pull out the drawer next to her bed to get some fresh underwear. It was the side Damian slept in and she could still see his naked body in her mind's eye. Just then she spotted a piece of her notebook paper on the little side table, folded around something.

On the notepaper was a message and folded inside was a large wad of bank notes. She counted them. Five hundred dollars. She read the note:

Dear Sonia,

Once again, thanks for being such a brilliant wife. I had a great time last night and wasn't sure if this would be enough of a tip. It was all the cash I had left on me and you didn't mention a price before we got naked. I've left my business card so you can contact my secretary if you require more money.

I'll be on to the agency first thing in the morning to tell them how expert you are.

Damian

The bastard, she thought and threw the money across the bed. She ripped up the note and Damian's business card.

How dare he
? Sonia thought,
I'm not some hooker he has to pay for sex
. She threw on her clothes, fuming at the nerve of the man and went to tell Bibi.

“Don't be angry with him, Sonia. A lot of people think that escorts are prostitutes.”

“But didn't he know anything about the agency before he booked me? I mean, do I look like a hooker to you?”

“Well, not to me, but, honey you did just meet the guy and you got into bed with him.”

“I know, but that's because we both wanted each other. It was mutual. I wasn't doing it for money.”

“I'm sorry, Sonia. Guys can be bastards, you know that. And you did say he slept around. This isn't anything new for him.”

“I just thought that maybe...”

“Maybe what? That this time it'd be different? Once a hound, always a hound, I say. He'll never change. At least you'll never have to see him again.”

Sonia flopped into the sofa and put her chin in her hands.

“What is it you're actually upset about, Sonia?” Bibi came and put her arm around Sonia's shoulders. “The fact that he mistook you for a hooker or the fact that you'll never see him again?”

Sonia thought about it long and hard.

“I guess, because I really liked the guy, I'd love to see him again. But how could I ever face him if all he thinks of me is someone he had to pay to have sex with. It's embarrassing and I'm ashamed.”

“Don't be, girlfriend. He doesn't know you or anything about you.”