The Final Seduction (The Billionaire's Way) Book 3 (9 page)

“What?!”

“I didn’t want to leave until I found out where Sergy Molidak was hiding. I listened to Veronika’s phone conversation with Sergy. He is the one who engineered the kidnapping. Right now, Sergy is in the Cayman Islands.”

My boss pulls me away from him. Oh God, I don’t want to be away from Mr. Peak for more than a second. I rest my head on his stomach as he picks up his phone. My boss dials a number and growls an order. “You know that problem we were discussing earlier? You can find that problem in the Cayman Islands. I want that problem dealt with permanently. Upon completion of your mission, I will send you ten thousand ounces of gold. Using today’s closing gold price of sixteen hundred dollars per ounce, your payment will be in excess of 16.5 million dollars.”

Mr. Peak listens to the person on the other end of the line. My God. He is going after Sergy! It sounds like he is talking to some other “wolves” who are being paid a King’s ransom to take down the dictator’s son.

My boss hangs up the phone and calmly places it on a nearby table. He picks me up and puts me onto his lap. Mr. Peak strokes my hair as he looks at the blood on my hands. “It looks like those weapons came in handy,” Mr. Peak remarks.

“I wanted to kill that woman.”

“She’ll be arrested and put in prison for a long time,” Mr. Peak says as he runs his hands across those claws at the end of my fingertips.

Mr. Peak picks me up and takes me into his arms. He carries me to the elevator and takes me to his bedroom suite. He carries me to the bathroom and slowly removes my dress and my boots. My boss takes my hands and washes them. He kisses my neck as he cleans the blood from my fingers. My rage quickly turns into a hot lust.

I turn around and begin to rip off my boss’s clothes. The claws really come in handy as I turn Mr. Peak’s shirt into shreads.  I look at that massive chest and begin to lick every inch of my man’s flesh.

My dominance of Mr. Peak doesn’t last long though. He picks me up and sits me on top of the sink. My boss pushes me back and begins to lick my breasts. He starts to tease my nipples with his tongue. Oh yeah, I surrender!

Mr. Peak’s tongue moves lower and lower. Oh fuck! My boss is not just giving me oral. He is licking and sucking me off like it’s his last day on Earth. It’s almost too much for me to take. I grab onto his hair and begin to pull on it as I scream from the top of my lungs.

I fall off of the sink. We hit the ground. Mr. Peak continues to pleasure me with his tongue as my entire body begins to blush. I cry for mercy from that oral hurricane tongue between my legs. Mr. Peak won’t listen. My boss doesn’t stop until he is ready to stop.

After a few more orgasmic minutes, Mr. Peak lifts his head up and looks at me like a crazed animal. His cock is hard. I reach out and grab that thick monster. I begin to stroke that dick while staring into my boss’s eyes.

Mr. Peak likes the way I’m handling him. His chest begins to heave. Damn, I want to give it to my boss the way he gave it to me. Hell, I want to give it to him ten times better! I open my mouth and slowly slide my lips down his massive manhood.

My boss lies back onto the bathroom floor. He is mine! I suck him off nice and hard. Mr. Peak moans his approval. He grabs onto my hair. He moans. He slaps the bathroom tiles with his palms. 

Mr. Peak grabs my petite body and stands up. He throws me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed. My muscular boss tosses me onto the bed like I’m some sort of pillow. I land on my stomach. Mr. Peak spanks my ass and orders me not to move.

My boss grabs my hands and binds them behind my back. Damn, this is the second time tonight I am being tied up. This time, I don’t want to cut through the ropes. My boss gets on top of me and slowly slides that massive manhood into my hungry body.

Mr. Peak grabs the headboard and begins to fuck me with a ferocity that I have never felt before. I feel my boss driving deep into me. His massive chest slides against my back as he goes deeper and faster.

“Give it to me, Sir! Give it to me, Sir!” I scream as Mr. Peak pumps me at full speed. We both start to match each other, scream for scream. We suddenly climax together, our bodies satisfying each other’s animalistic needs.

Mr. Peak reaches around and plays with my breasts as he kisses the back of my neck. My boss unties me. We snuggle and relax. I slowly stroke my boss’s cock as we rest in each other’s arms.

***

I wake up to a slight breeze brushing across my face. When I open my eyes, I see the bedroom suite’s balcony doors open. Mr. Peak is standing out there in his robe. He is on the phone. I check the clock. 6:30 a.m. Boy, my boss never wastes a minute.

Mr. Peak walks into the bedroom nodding his head as he listens to the person on the other end of the line. When my boss hangs up, he turns on the TV. I sit up and see the CNN cameras pointing at a dock in the Cayman Islands.

The words on the screen tell the story: “Son of Dictator found dead in Cayman Islands.” I sit up in bed as they show the local police searching for evidence inside of a harbor.

“What happened, Sir?”

“The wolves happened to him,” Mr. Peak says.

I kiss my boss and we embrace. The big guy embraces me and whispers into my ear, “Pack your bags. We need to go back to LA right away.”

I look at my boss and ask, “Why?”

“I’m not telling you. Just pack up,” he orders.

That sure is strange. I don’t say anything. I just do as my boss orders. For the rest of the morning, Mr. Peak doesn’t say much. Even when I ask inane questions about having breakfast, he seems somewhat silent and - dare I say - nervous.

I pack up my personal belongings. Mr. Peak takes a bag with him. The staff packs up several other cases of clothing and general items that will come with us on the plane. We get into a Rolls Royce Phantom and speed out of the city, towards Teterboro airport.

“Sir, is everything okay?”

He looks at me up and down. “Yes, everything is very much fine.”

“Then why do we have to leave so quickly?”

“Because I can’t waste another minute. There is a place I need to take you.”

Okay, well this is mysterious and exciting. It’s also a little scary. What the hell does Mr. Peak have planned for me now?

We get to the airport where our luggage is promptly stowed aboard the Gulfstream. As we enter the aircraft, Mr. Peak does something really strange, he allows me to get on the plane first. Wow. The big alpha bully is suddenly turning into a gentleman! Perhaps I have executed my duties so well, he is beginning to soften up on me.

The jet takes off. Mr. Peak checks his messages and makes a few phone calls to the LA office. “I’m going to be in town in a few hours,” Mr. Peak says. He listens on the other side of the phone for a while. Then he says, “I won’t be in the office. If anything is pressing, have the managing director take care of it. I don’t want to know what is going on unless the office is on fire.”

Alright, so we are going back to LA but Mr. Peak is not going back into the office. As we reach cruising altitude, I get out of my chair and crawl into Mr. Peak’s arms. He runs his fingers through my hair and looks out of the window. He seems to be in deep thought about something.

Mr. Peak’s big, hard body is so soothing that I fall asleep in his arms. His biceps make nice pillows!

***

“Wake up. We’re in LA,” Mr. Peak says as the wheels hit the ground at the Santa Monica Municipal airport. I am completely refreshed. I am so energized. Mr. Peak is alert though it does not seem like he spent any of his time sleeping. The man looks like he spent the entire flight deep in contemplation.

When we emerge from the Gulfstream, Mr. Peak orders our belongings be sent, “to the house.” Then my boss asks for the keys to his “old car.” A man runs off into a hangar and emerges with a twenty-five year old Mustang convertible. While the car is old, it looks like it has been maintained in top condition.

Mr. Peak opens the door for me and tells me to, “Get in.”

I smile, somewhat amused by this twist and turn. “So what is this, Mr. Peak, your high school car?” I joke.

“Yeah. It is,” my boss repsonds.

We speed out of the airport and head towards the water. The cool Santa Monica air rushes across my face as we travel towards the Santa Monica Pier. Mr. Peak parks the car about two blocks away.

We get out of the car. Mr. Peak leads me to the Pier. Oh well, this looks like fun. Perhaps after two weeks of intense wheeling and dealing and deception, my boss just wants to take a day off. He wants to show off the fun side of his personality. I always knew Mr. Peak’s soft side was hiding somewhere.

“I haven’t been to the Pier in ages!” I say to my boss as we walk down towards the boardwalk. Mr. Peak looks down at me and does something that is rare, he cracks a slight smile. We get down to the pier. Mr. Peak’s hurried walking gives way to a comfortable stroll. We take our time as we look at the children playing, the musicians hustling for tips and the various vendors selling their trinkets to tourists.

Mr. Peak grabs my hand and we begin to walk as a couple. “Do you like the pier, Sir?” I ask my boss.

He exhales deeply. “I love it and I hate it. I love it because the pier represented the end of my journey when I left my parents’ home 25 years ago. I hate the pier because this is where I used to hang out when I had no money. The pier represents so many emotions in me,” my boss explains.

We reach the end of the pier where people are fishing, taking photos and enjoying the perfect Southern California afternoon. “Come on. Let’s take a walk up the bleachers.” Mr. Peak says, referring to the seating which runs up the end of the pier. We walk and walk until we hit the top set of bleachers. Mr. Peak sits down and looks at the water. The wind whips hard around my body. I place my head on Mr. Peak’s shoulders for comfort.

“When I was 16, I would spend six to eight hours a day thinking about what I wanted from my life,” Mr. Peak explains. “To be honest, all I really thought about were material things. I wanted a mansion in Malibu, I wanted a Ferrari, I wanted the best clothes and access to the finest clubs. I knew that in order to have those things, I had to show no weakness, I had to allow no mercy. That meant that I could not allow anyone to get close to me. I could not allow anyone to make me vulnerable. So, in all of that time, I never really thought about a companion,” my boss says. Oh my God. Where is this conversation going?!

I look at my boss. He stares at me. “All this time, I have seen you as an employee, an ally and as a lover. This morning I have also realized that you are something more. You are my friend, my equal. Two things I have never sought nor accepted from anyone before now,” my boss says as I begin to hyperventilate.

Mr. Peak stands up. He lifts me to my feet. My boss drops to one knee and takes my hand. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring. I begin to cry. He places the ring on my finger.

“Sarah. I am nothing without you. This pier is where my dreams began so many years ago. Begin a new dream with me now. Sarah. Will you marry me?”

I cry. I can’t get the words out of my mouth. “Yes. Yes, Sir!”

My boss lifts me up and hugs me. He gives me a kiss and whispers into my ear, “Call me Ryan.”