My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (58 page)

“Alicia I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said.

“Take me Andres. I want you inside of me.”

With that he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the chaise lounge and laid me down upon it. He stripped me of my petticoat skirt and then he pulled off his trousers. I gasped at the sight of him naked. His cock was thick and long and perfectly pink. His thighs were strong and muscular and his stomach was rippled with muscles. He hovered over me and positioned his hard cock at my slit, and then with a single thrust, he was deep inside of me.

“Are you alright, Alicia?” he whispered.

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

He covered my mouth with his and pushed again inside of me. Back and forth he moved his cock in and out of me. I didn’t know the sensations could feel this way. I felt something inside of me building up. Andres moved his mouth down my neck and onto my breast. He licked and sucked at my rosy nipples until they were erect and taught. He moaned as his hands moved down the sides of my body. Each movement he pushed himself in me with his hips between my thighs. My back arched up in reaction to it and his arm encircled it, holding me up. I was on the brink. I could feel it welling up inside of me. Then my body tensed and relaxed as I orgasmed with pleasure. I didn’t know it existed. Tiny pulsations ran through me. Andres looked down at me from his hovering position. The tendrils of hair hung over his face and moved back and forth with his thrusting movements. His grunting grew louder as he tensed and he held onto me tighter. The chaise lounge moved an inch with each thrust as he moved more aggressively and harder. Then he let out a loud moan and I felt his release as he came inside of me. He kissed me and then rested his head on my neck. I wrapped my arms around him. But then I thought about Mason. This wasn’t working. Andres was fun to be with and I enjoyed having sex with him, but I was still thinking of Mason.

MASON

I was failing the test. I was trying. Purposely keeping myself far away from Alicia was the hardest test that I had ever taken. I wondered constantly what she was up to. Every time I saw something that I thought she would like I would fight the urge to call her or send her a message to tell her about it. It was unbelievable. It was karma. This is what all of the women that I put through my tests must have felt like when it was over, and now I was going through it. It was the universe getting back at me. I tried everything to get her out of my system. I was still in Provence at my cottage but being alone was not helping. I went to the nearest bar where I met Madeline.

“You are Mason? Yes?” she said as she sat down next to me. She was beautiful. She was a real French beauty with sun kissed skin, soft freckles, and long blond hair.

“Yes, how do you know that?” I asked.

“Everyone in these parts knows who you are. You are the famous billionaire from Paris. It is a small town,” she laughed. The moment I heard her flirty laugh I knew that I would be fucking her in a few hours. Good, I needed this. Maybe Madeline would be my cure. A few hours later she was in my bed. I fucked her hard. I pounded her. I bent her body in every position that I could, making hot, sweet passionate love to her, but it didn’t work. Maybe I needed to bond with her and not just fuck, I thought to myself.

“Hungry? I will cook pancakes for us,” I laughed.

“Yes,” she said as she grabbed a magazine and sat in the corner. Well so much for laughing and bonding while I cooked. She was very quiet and didn’t say much. It only made me missed my little talks, and yes even the fights with Alicia. Damn it. I needed to get back to Paris. 

The next day I was on my way back. When I arrived at my penthouse I was shocked to hear, “Ms. Alicia came looking for you on Friday, sir. She asked that I not call you and give you the message,” my butler said. I was in shock. I was not expecting that she would come looking for me. I had waited all last week for her to come to me about the deed and she never did, so I left.

“Thank you,” I said rushing inside. I was pissed at myself for not waiting one more day. I could have saved myself an agonizing three day weekend in the country longing for her. I could have had a conversation with her. She was the one to break the keeping apart test because she came looking for me. “Shit!” I yelled out. I was so angry that I had left. Why was I so irrational and why did I do things like that? I had to learn patience. She was making me into wanting to be a better man, for her and for myself.

“Yes, any messages for me? Or did anyone come by looking for me? Check with the front desk,” I said as I had the phone on speaker talking to my secretary. I pulled off my clothes ready to jump in the shower. I had to go find her and I had to find her now.

“Yes sir, the woman. The American artist that was here before came for you on Friday,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said as I hung up. That was it. I smiled to myself. She had gone to my office and my home. I had to go find her. This time I would not fuck it up. I would come clean.

An hour later I was dressed in my most dapper suit, sitting in the back seat of my car.

“We’ll be making two stops. The first is the jewelry store,” I said.

“Yes sir. Very well,” my driver acknowledged as he pulled away from my penthouse.  I wondered what she was up to in this moment. I would have to make her understand that I was not the cold hearted person I made her think I was, and there was only one way to prove it to her once and for all.

I picked out a dainty white diamond with a platinum band. I felt that something lavish would be too serious after all the money I had thrown at her. No, I wanted something real and antique. It was perfect and dainty just like her. The jeweler handed me the small black satin box and I was on my way. I could only hope that she was home. The car pulled up to the flat, and I happened to look over at the table. It was my table where I had met her the first time, weeks ago. She sat there now looking happy and chatting with that damn artist. I had forgotten all about him. I assumed they were now lovers. My blood boiled as I watched, but it didn’t take her long to recognize my car and her smile vanished. It didn’t matter. Even if she was not happy to see me, I had to say what I came to say.

“Alicia, we need to talk,” I said as I closed the car door and walked to her.

“Mason? I… I thought I said to stay away from me,” she said as she stood up.

“Hey, the lady does not want to see you,” the arrogant painter said. I didn’t acknowledge him.

“Yes, but I was told you came to my penthouse and my office on Friday, so I am now coming to you,” I said moving past the painter.

“That was days ago and it was only to give you the deed back. I do not want your flat just so that you can have some hold over me. Once my trip is over, I will be moving out,” she said.

It was as I had feared. She was only looking for me to return the gift. Fuck it. I still had to say what I needed to say.

“Fine, if you don’t want it. I don’t care, either way.”

“Of course you don’t care. You are a cold man,” she said narrowing her eyes at me.

“Please Alicia, can we go somewhere and talk? I have something to say to you in private,” I said looking at the painter.

He looked pissed off and he stepped between Alicia and I and said, “She said she does not want to see you.”

He put his hand on my chest and I felt my blood reach a boiling point. This was more than I could handle. Before I knew it I swung my fist and hit him across the jaw. I punched him and he went down.

“Mason! What are you doing? Are you crazy?” she yelled.

“Yes! Crazy for you, now will you let me talk?” I said not knowing what had gotten into me.

“No, just leave please,” she said as she put the man’s face in her hands helping him to his feet.

“She is with me now. You can punch me all you want and it won’t change that,” he said as he stood up.

“Alicia, if you can just hear me for…”

Whack!

The painter punched me across the face and I stumbled backwards. Alicia screamed and the waiters ran over, but they could not hold me back. I ran toward him and pushed my body to his abdomen. Soon we were rolling around on the floor fist fighting like a bunch of children while Alicia screamed and the waiters tried to pull us apart. It was not my finest moment, to say the least.

ALICIA

I sat there looking at Andres wondering what my next steps would be. I tried to find Mason to give the deed back, but this weekend made me feel like I could keep it and have my own life. Andres was sweet and very sexy, but having sex with him did not cure me of wanting Mason. I was in love with a bad boy billionaire and being with Andres only made me realize that all the more. Then I saw the familiar black car pull up my heart dropped into my stomach. I knew it was Mason before he even got out of the car. It had to be him. I could even feel it. I could feel his presence, that’s how much of bond we had. Then he got out of the car looking dashing, dapper, attractive, arrogant, confident, and sexy. All the things that made me want him even though he was a piece of shit asshole that hurt me over and over. He was cold and had no heart, no real emotions. I had to remember that as he stepped toward me and said, “Alicia, we need to talk.”

I saw Andres flinch. His jaw grew into a stern line and I knew that I had to separate these two men. Andres was also a hot blooded French man that didn’t give a damn about money or status, so he was not threatened by Mason. I did want to talk to Mason but now was not the time. Not in front of Andres who I was now fucking, too. I would have to deal with Mason later so for now I said whatever I could to get rid of him. “Mason? I… I thought I told you to stay away from me,” I said.

“Hey, the lady does not want to see you,” Andres added and I could feel the tension between them growing. I knew what was coming and I was right. Within sixty seconds Mason punched him. I cried out and went down beside Andres who was now on the floor with his hand on his jaw. But Andres was not fazed, just caught off guard. He got up quickly and punched Mason back. Then it was an all-out brawl.

“Stop it! Please stop!” I yelled at both of them but they did not stop. I didn’t think they were fighting over me. They were just fighting over ego and pride. Finally the waiters were able to pull them apart. But the blood was still raging.

“You have to pick Alicia! Him or me?” Andres yelled.

I was so sick of this. “Neither. Both of you leave me alone,” I said as I stormed off across the street and up to my flat leaving both of them behind and bleeding. I knew there was no way they would stop fighting if I stayed. I could not tell Andres that I picked Mason because Mason was not available for me to pick. No matter how much I loved him, it did not matter. It was nothing but a series of sex tests from a lover who only wanted to keep me in Paris. I closed the drapes of my flat and locked the doors. I saw Mason’s car drive off and I saw Andres walk away. Good, it was over. It was all over. I only had a week left of my summer trip and I would go back home with this all being one crazy memory. I fell asleep on the couch.

When I woke up the next morning I stretched out and felt good. I pulled open the curtains and looked down over the alley and busy café. Mason’s car was gone and I felt a sense of sadness and disappointment. But it was for the best, and I would start the day with a fresh new start. Or so I thought. I opened the door and found Mason asleep in the hallway right outside my flat. I was shocked.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked as he stirred awake.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said.

“All night?” I asked.

“Yes of course. You are worth the wait.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t sweet talk me,” I said rolling my eyes as I walked back into my flat.

“I am not sweet talking you, but I understand why you think that. I have been cold to you but if you will let me explain. Just let me tell you what I came here to say, then I will leave forever if you want me too. You can even keep the flat and I will never bother you again…”

He was silent, waiting for me to answer, waiting for me to accept or refuse it, which was a very new thing.

“Yes, fine,” I finally said.

He sat down and said, “The Viscountess, I lied about that. I was flirting with her because I am in love with you. I knew it then. It shocked me, so the only way I knew how to deal with it was to prove to myself that I was not in love with you. I needed to be my playboy self. But it didn’t work. The hurt I saw on your face, broke my heart. Then when I saw the painter waiting for you, well that is why I said the things I said in front of him. I wanted to sabotage it. I did not want him to have you. Even though I could not force myself to do what I can do now. I have tried to get you out of my system. You have brainwashed me into wanting no other woman than you. I have tried, with many women and I only think of you. I will never be satisfied again. That is why I know that this is right,” he continued as he pulled out a small black box from his pocket.

“Another reward?” I asked. “What is this one for? For being the one woman to brainwash you?” I said crossing my arms knowing that a pair of earrings or a bracelet would not convince me that this man was telling the truth.

“No, you are the reward. If I am even worthy of you,” he said as he opened the box. I gasped at what was inside. It was a dainty small antique engagement ring.