The Billionaire (2 page)
Authors: Jordan Silver
Gideon
Another day has gone by since I first laid eyes on
her, I’ve finally decided on my point of attack.
I've learned through the daily reports of the men I
have guarding her that she has a routine. Everyday on her lunch break she likes
to sit alone under a tree a little off school grounds. Perfect, I'm not sure
what the protocol is for strange men traipsing across schoolyards, but I'm
pretty sure it can't be good.
I can't put it off any longer. I haven't slept in
days, and work has lost its appeal. It's as if she's the sun in my dark dreary
world. One I didn’t realize was becoming dull and ascetic until seeing her
across the way that day weeks ago. I've been living for those few glimpses of
her in the mornings, like a lovesick puppy. Not a good look for a hard nosed business
tycoon who rules everything around him. Today is the day; I can't believe I'm
nervous. Fuck. I haven't been this nervous over a woman in....never.
I made sure to dress down today; by that I mean no
suit and tie just a black button down, black slacks, shirt sleeves rolled to
the elbows, first two buttons left undone. Casually relaxed without looking
like a fucking perv. There wasn't a damn thing I could do about my hair, so why
bother? Just a swift brush through that didn’t
do
shit
to keep it tamed. I studied myself in the mirror wondering who the fuck was
this guy who was sweating at the thought of approaching a woman? Maybe the
problem was that I hadn’t once thought of her in the way I’ve thought of any
female since I was seventeen. She wasn’t just a hot piece of ass that I wanted
to break a piece off of. Those I went after whole hog until
jollies
were had by all
before both parties went their merry way. Except not to
toot my own horn but in most cases they usually wanted the jolly to go on for
much longer. That’s how I came up with decision to have a long-term arrangement
with Lynn I got tired of the drama that came with break ups.
Now this beauty did not fall into that category and it
scares the shit out of me because it’s unchartered water. Her age dictates that
I as the adult handle everything with care. If I was going to do this, and I
am, it has to be about her first all the way. I have no intentions on fucking
up her life. Her report reads like an innocent’s, I can’t imagine her being
worldly and sophisticated enough to take on a man like me. So you see my
dilemma, for the first time in my life the great Gideon Thorpe cannot approach
a woman with just fucking on his mind. I left the apartment and headed down to
the garage where my car and driver awaited. It was only a few short minutes to
the school but today I wouldn’t walk it, today the business tycoon was going to
impress his high school sweetheart. Fuck me.
I gave her five minutes to sit and get settled under
her tree as I watched from the back of the limo.
She’s just so fucking gorgeous, damn! The nervousness
was finally gone thank heaven, and all that was left was an excitement I haven
felt in way too long. That’s more like it.
I left the confines of the car at a slow clip, hands
in my pockets, relaxed. There were kids milling about but no one seemed to be
paying too much attention, which made me wonder why my beautiful girl was
sitting all alone in the first place? Something to think about later right now
I had more important things on my mind.
I settled myself as I drew closer to her, willing my
body to calm the fuck down. One look and my heart started beating the shit out
of my chest. I schooled my face and tried for that relaxed thing again but
inside I was a riot of emotions.
"Hello Ashley." I snuck up behind her and a
little to the side so as not to scare her to death.
She gave a start anyway before turning to me. I felt
that look in my gut, felt the electricity coarse through me and knew in that
moment that my life will never be the same. How very fucking clichéd.
Her first words to me were a bit puzzling, not what I
expected at all and they threw me for a second.
"It's you." So breathlessly spoken.
"Excuse me?" I kept staring at her
beauty,
she really was an exceptionally beautiful girl.
"Nothing." She blushed and hung her head
letting her hair fall forward to hide her cheeks.
"No, tell me, what did you mean?" I stepped
in a little closer forgetting to be cautious and not scare her away.
"Nothing, just that...I saw you…before..."
Could she be anymore fucking perfect? Her voice sounded like something out of a
fucking fairytale. If I weren’t standing in front of her I would swear she was
someone’s idea of a joke on me. It’s like someone reached inside he darkest
recesses of my mind and came up with my ideal of perfection. She had the face
of a Botticelli angel. Beautiful flawless skin, and bright eyes that were wide
and so fucking innocent they weren’t to be believed. I didn’t dare look at the
rest of her right now who knows what the fuck stupid thing I would do? Like
snatch her and run; there was a thought.
"You saw me? When?"
"You were getting out of your car I guess in
front of the Thorpe Towers, it was a while ago."
She seemed embarrassed by her admission as she avoided
my eyes; just look at me Blossom. I wanted to take her face in my hands and
force her to keep those amazing eyes on mine. Too fast Gideon nice and easy
she’s skittish yet.
"And you saw me." It had to be the same day
I'd seen her for the first time, what were the odds?
"I'm Gideon Thorpe." I held out my hand to
take hers, soft and warm. I brushed my thumb slightly over the pulse in her
wrist it matched mine. Like a runaway train, I have to get ahold of myself
before I do something really stupid here. Everything inside me screamed to take
her and get the fuck out of there but I couldn’t. If this was going to be what
I wanted it to be I had to be patient, I never hated that fucking word as much
as I did at that moment.
She was a bit weary, which was to be expected after
all I'm a total and complete stranger approaching her out of nowhere.
"Ashley Sanders." She finally looked at me full on and my heart
fucking kicked in my chest. Merciful fuck.
Her voice, that face, those fucking eyes and her mouth
sweet fuck, she 's a fucking knock out, everything about her called to me.
There was no way I wouldn't own her in this lifetime. If I'd had any doubts
before this moment vanquished them all. There was no point in prolonging the
inevitable so I decided then and there to do as I’ve always done. I'd been
telling myself to go slow because of her age, to feel her out. I thought I
could afford that patience but I see now that I was wrong. Up close she was
perfection, like nothing I'd ever seen before. And that air of innocence only
made things worse for her. Something about this girl spoke to the primal part
of me. That thing that makes us human, makes us civilized had taken a backseat.
All I wanted was to plunder. It's a strange fucking feeling for a guy who's
usually the hunted.
"Do you know why I'm here Ashley?"
She shook her head no as where before I was silently
begging her to look at me I wanted to beg her to look
away,
I was about to embarrass myself. Either that or kiss the fuck out of her which
I’m sure would probably scare her half to death. "Let's just say I saw you
one day and something about you captured my attention. I don't believe in
beating around the bush. I had your background investigated, I know how old you
are,
I
know your father is a cop in the little town
where you two live. I know you don't have many extra curricular activities
outside of school, though I don't know why seeing as you're a teenager. But
most importantly, I know that I want you."
Her eyes widened as she looked around.
"You have nothing to fear from me, well not
physically anyway. Very soon we'll sit down together and I'll lay out what's
going to happen between us for you, just know for now, all I want is for us to
get to know each other."
"Uhm, I don't know." She was understandably
nervous, but even that seemed sweet and unassuming; again a quality I wasn’t
used to in the women I've dated in the past.
"That's okay, I just sprung it on you, but like I
said, I don't believe in beating around the bush, but if you let me Ashley, I
will make you a very happy woman."
"My dad...."
" Will be taken care of."
"What do you mean?" She seemed alarmed by my
words.
"Nothing sinister I promise, just that I plan on
approaching him soon."
"He'll never allow it." Did she seem a
little saddened by that? Her voice had gone even softer if that were possible.
"He will". I’ll make sure of it.
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I'll make it so. How about you Ashley,
would you like to get to know me better?"
"I don't know." She bit her fucking lip and
it took all my human strength not to take her right then and there in broad
daylight. What the fuck was this kid doing to me? Who the fuck was she?
"Don't do that sweetheart." I reached out
with my thumb and pulled her lip from between her teeth.
"Sorry." So shy, such a fucking turn on, I
couldn't wait to have her, to make her mine in every way possible. It was going
to be a delight to teach her to be just what I wanted her to be in bed and out.
"No, don't be sorry, just try not to do that
unless we're alone together behind closed doors."
She looked up at that to find that I was very serious
though I wasn’t sure she quite got my meaning.
"Have you ever been in a relationship with a boy
before Ashley?" I didn’t even like asking that fucking question which made
no sense whatsoever. That’s it, I’d lost my fucking mind in the last month or
so, it was the stress of high living and
back to back
business dealings.
"No I haven't." I actually breathed easier
hearing that.
"Why not?"
She shrugged her shoulders and looked away.
"You're gorgeous Ashley, don't tell me no one has
ever asked you out before."
"My dad doesn't think it's a good idea."
"I see." I'll have to get to the bottom of
that later, for now I didn't see it as a problem, there wasn't anything I
wouldn't overcome to have her.
"That's why I don't think you should tell him
anything." Her voice was suddenly very earnest almost pleading. Huh is she
implying what I think she is?
"You mean we should sneak around behind his
back?"
She blushed again. "It might be better that
way."
So she was interested, that's all I needed to know.
Not that I wouldn't have talked her around otherwise, but this made things
easier.
"No Ashley, there will be no sneaking around for
us, everything we do will be open and honest. Have no fear little one, I'm sure
your father will see things my way." Of course he will
,
I didn't plan on giving him a choice. I didn't get to where I am by taking no
for an answer. Especially not when it came to something that I really wanted. I
let nothing stand in my way. And Ashley is the one thing I've wanted this
strongly in a long, long time.
I will have her by fair means or foul.
I've chosen my timing for the best effect. I will not
do this while she's in the house she’s now become my first priority. Her young
untouched heart mine to protect. There might be things said here that might
cause hurt, also I do not wish for her to witness a certain...shall we say,
less than exemplary side of me if it should arise.
Hopefully she'll never have to see that side ever but
it certainly won't do to have her see me like that so early in out
relationship.
I had my driver pull up to the house ten minutes after
I'd been assured that she'd left for school. I knew her dad had about another
half hour before he left for his shift at the station. This shouldn't take too
long, even if the other man proved to be difficult. I made and broke deals in
less time with worthier opponents. I had no doubt about the outcome of this
little meeting. With the information I’d gathered the man would be an ass to
fuck with me on this.
She has no idea that I was coming here today. I hadn't
wanted her to worry herself over the outcome, and I also didn't want her to
inadvertently warn her father of my approach, sometimes the element of surprise
was your greatest weapon.
It had been two days since our first meeting, a
meeting that had ended with me stealing a kiss. How could I resist? Could a
dying man resist an oasis in the desert? She'd been just as sweet as I'd dreamt
she would be and that little taste had just whetted my appetite for more. She
was expectedly skittish in my arms but that just added to her appeal. I'd
promised her after that first shared kiss that I'd be back for her and I aimed
to keep that promise come hell or high water. No one, not even the top cop in
some little town was going to stand in my way.