Deacon: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (17 page)

“Thanks…”

He clasped my hand again and led me off. “Come, come. I know what you are here to see. I know where it is best to see it.”

Men holding hands was another cultural bit I would never appreciate. His hand was clammy, but I had to admit that his enthusiasm wasn’t far from my own. Kiara was going to love this.

For the moment though, she stuck with shooting daggers with her eyes.

Sayeed hustled me over to a golf car with treads. I helped Kiara in the back, then got in with her.

“What the hell was that about?” she hissed in my ear.

“I didn’t want his guy thinking I was just some horny, dim-witted money man if we started fooling around out here. Fiancé makes it all classy.”

“It’s a little fast, that’s all.” Her face glowed with sudden joy. “But yes. Of course I accept!”

I snapped to her. She batted her long lashes at me and cupped her chin with both hands.

I laughed out hard. She had mentioned improv and now she was showing me another deep side of her. A beautiful accountant who could act? The world was full of possibility.

Sayeed was blathering off specs and megawatts up front, but I just huddled with Kiara and watched my future solar field whisk past. We drove quickly up a small artificial hill the company had built and stopped by an extra-large junction box.

“It’ll be just another few minutes, Mr. and future Mrs. Stone,” Sayeed said, gesturing at a small parasol set out behind the junction box. “Please, enjoy the shade. I have some water here if you would like.”

I got out with Kiara, dashing us through the dizzying heat and into the shade. The entire solar farm spread around me like a Go board. I could have been a mote of dust, but I was at the center, in command.

“Sayeed,” I said. “If there’s something else you need to do, please feel free.”

His excited look dimmed a bit, but he nodded vigorously. “Certainly, Mr. Stone. I will come back and collect you when it’s over.”

“When what’s over?” Kiara asked, as his cart dipped back down the hill.

“The changing of the guard.”

I thought that had given it away. Luckily, she didn’t ask more. She squinted out a moment, then put on her shades from her purse. “Did you see this place before you bought it?”

“Of course. You know how meticulous your betrothed is.”

She smirked. “I know an awful lot about you, my darling Deacon. But sometimes you’re too bold for your own good.”

“Bold and strategic. I don't act unless I mean it.” I took her waist and spun her around. “You see the city from here?”

Kiara shook her head. A few faint lines seemed to stand out in the distance, but they could have been mirages of heat.

“That’s cause it’s not the city. The power from here doesn’t go there. Where it does go is a desalination plant. People in this country get fresh water by burning oil. It’s just lucky that they have a ton of the stuff. Now, at least they can save a little. Imagine this happening a thousand times over from Houston all the way to Los Angeles.”

Her gaze lifted to me.

“You’re really excited about what this place can do,” she said.

“Well, of course, I am.”

“I mean in general. You believe in it. Not just for you. Not even for the company.”

“Is my being more than a corporate bastard such a shock?”

“You’re not greedy,” she said softly. “You're earnest. I thought it was all just an act when I first saw you with your oil guys, but it’s real, isn’t it? You're real.”

Sweat beaded on my brow. The shade could only ward so much of the hot air around. Certainly it’d didn’t block the laser sight Kiara leveled on me now.

“It’s a good thing,” she said quickly.

“Depends on who you ask.” I patted her absently, thinking back to the meeting with my family. “You can guess my mom’s reaction to my notions.”

“She doesn’t want a son who changes the world?”

“My family doesn’t go for change, period. It’s in our name: Stone. Never yielding. But stones just makes me think of something sitting there motionless, letting the elements grind it down to sand.”

“Sand.” Kiara nodded. “Sand can be useful. Aren’t all those panels out there made out of sand?”

“Yes they are. Damn, you really did read up on the tech specs the company gave you.”

“That’s why you pay me.”

I grabbed a supple bit of her rear. “Hell, there are a thousand reasons I should be paying you.”

She laughed and swatted me away. “The whole site can see us here.”

“It’s just my earnest feeling that I should grab a slice of that. Can’t fault me for that, right?”

“Later,” she said, smiling coyly. “There’ll be plenty of time.”

A sudden chill clenched my heart. Plenty of time? No, the weekend was almost over, and I’d only had it by blowing off work. There was no time at all.

Something tripped in the junction box, and an electric buzz sizzled the air. It was starting. This was what I wanted her to see. This company she was helping me build. It was supposed to be the most important part of my future.

But this acquisition was just the beginning. There'd a lot more work, not all of it as noble as what I was trying to do here. It was just the beginning of my transformation.

Now, that all felt paltry compared to the feel of the woman in my arms. She was right yesterday – all I did was work. It might win me this company but what was that worth if it kept me from meaningful things? If it kept me from her?

No matter what happened, I'd have my name and my money. Hell I was even running Stone Holdings. Who cared for how long? No CEO lasted forever. But here I was, always looking for the next game to beat. Always looking to prove myself.

Like Kiara, I had my father to thank for who I’d become.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to strike out on my own,” I said.

“No?” She kept surveying the land.

“My father’s tests got more complicated as Jesse and I got older. He wanted to see how we could wield power. When we were in fifteen or so, he had me and Jesse dropped off in Switzerland with no money and no papers. He asked us to get back home.”

“What?” That got her attention. “You couldn’t just go to the embassy?”

“Explicitly forbidden. We had to come back like Stones, not common refugees. That was the game.”

“That’s nuts.”

“Ah, it all seemed reasonable then. Kids aren't worldly enough to know how messed up their parents are, you know.”

Her glare dimmed. “Yeah.”

“So I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I started a business. Became a delivery boy for a local restaurant to have food and shelter, then after a couple weeks, I launched my own delivery service. See, in my mind, I was supposed to charter a boat ride back and come home with a suitcase full of cash.”

“When you’re fifteen?”

“Around that. I figured I'd just need fifty k or so to be smuggled back in. It doesn't sound so farfetched when you come from a billion dollar household.”

“You made fifty k?!”

“No, no, just twenty. And it took me two months.”

I chuckled at the memories of pedaling goods along Hohlstrasse in Zurich. I’d had kids and illegals around town working for me, all doing the same. “That’s when my father threw in the towel and came to get me. He had a security guy watching all along, apparently, but I never noticed.”

Kiara looked me with equal parts amazement and disbelief. “Well, now I know why you’re the CEO.”

“Probably that was what convinced him to look past my glaring social defects. He was pissed though.”

“Pissed?”

“Scraping my way up was not part of his grand vision. He was far more proud of what Jesse did.”

“Did he get a flight from some Swiss pimp or something?”

I chuckled. “No, Jesse wasn’t quite there at fifteen. You’re close though. He looked up the names of a couple family friends in the phone books, convinced the first one he met that he was who he said he was, and got them to fly him back. It took him about three days.”

“Jesus,” she said, gazing back out at the solar farm. “Still, I think you might be standing here even if your last name wasn’t Stone.”

“You say that now,” I said. “Back then my father said I had wasted two months.”

“Your dad was stupid.”

“Perhaps, but I see now he was right in his own wrong way. Hard work is good, but only if you have a bigger purpose. It shouldn’t keep us from things that matter more.” I tugged her tight.

She leaned up and pecked my cheek. “It’s ok,” she said. “We can be workaholics together.”

Her warmth bled into me, welcome even against the heat. Right, that's why I liked this girl.

A sharp alarm ripped through the air. Before us, a thousand motors churned to life. All at once, the vast plain of panels lifted and spun, turning their faces toward the new position of the sun. The current cut off, and the panels went back to their quiet toil once again.

She nuzzled her dark hair on my shoulder. “Your delivery business is one thing, but I am not comparable to this.”

“Why compare?” I kissed the crown of her head. “I’ll have you both.”

Kiara seemed alight with new energy herself that evening, when we got back on the bed. We screwed twice and still a third time, with her kneeling over me and receiving me deep. She thrust back against my motions, bringing in my cock deeper than it had ever gone.

Sweat poured down me hotter than any desert air could produce. I cupped her breasts and bent her up, fastening her to my lap even as I thrust up into her. Her wet dark hair whipped into my face.

Our throats were too parched for words. She gasped. I could only grunt.

I bound her tight, and pounded her viciously into the air. Her strength broke, and she squirmed and squealed. I kiss her shoulder as she writhed on me.

The swell in my cock broke, and I bit her as I filled her up.

We had no words as we lay cuddled on the bed. I stroked her damp soaked form for a while. The day was ending on a well spent weekend. No doubt on that.

But the world had gone on outside - it was time to bring some reality back. I flicked on the news through half dimmed eyes.

Plenty of violence reported in the region, as usual. Then a bit of international news came on. Oil states watched Texas politics carefully.

Apparently, a candidate had dropped out of the Texas gubernatorial primary, leaving a clear winner. A short clip came on with a fat ruddy man, beaming and waving to a cheering crowd.

It was Roland Tarly. I knew him. And I knew far better the short greying woman in the lavender pantsuit standing at the side of the stage. I also knew the tall blond man, immaculately dressed, dutifully clapping away and bumping shoulders with the politician.

Kiara nestled into me. Suddenly, this project – this gnat on my shoulder – didn’t seem nearly long enough. Once it was over, I would still have to face my family.

Not just about the future of the company. Not just about my future. But about our future now - Kiara’s and mine. Call me crazy but I had no doubts that I wanted her in it. Thinking about the titles I’d made up for us this afternoon at the site still made me swell far beyond I should.

There were already so many things I wanted that I’d never get. Most were a waste of my time. But there were the things that I did not want to live without. Kiara and this project we were building together – that was real.

I wasn’t giving up a single inch on either.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Kiara

“Just tell us what you did, and we’ll make it easy for you,” the bald police officer said.

“Yeah,” the other officer said, playing up a Jersey accent as he thumbed the rim of his fedora. “You tell us everything and I’ll shoot you in the head right here. No legal fees necessary.”

The audience laughed on the cold concrete floor a few spaces back. Even I had to keep from breaking the scene from my seat behind the table.

“No, Jerry,” the bald cop smacked his partner’s fedora. “We don’t shoot people no more.”

I'd been busy the last few weeks flying back and forth from Abu Dhabi and rolling around with Deacon on the weekends. This was my first improv class in almost a month, but somehow the lines still came easy to me.

“What do you do then?” I asked, putting a tremble in my voice.

“I dunno,” the fedora cop glared angrily at his partner. “Didn’t get the memo, apparently.”

“The memo was sent out in police academy, you buffoon. We don’t execute perps.”

“Then what I am even doing here!”

The fedora cop made a show of trying to flip our flimsy table then started stalking around, mumbling to himself. The crowd was lit up with smiles. Even Antoine looked mildly amused.

If this scenario were playing out in that last class, the only thing on my mind would have been making that audience laugh for me instead.

But suddenly, it didn’t seem so awful to let these two lead me somewhere I didn’t plan on going. Maybe cause I’d been saying “yes, and” so much to Deacon these past few weeks. Control wasn’t lost and gained permanently. I could take charge whenever it was necessary.