The Boy Next Door (8 page)

A cool breeze across her back startled her, and she looked over her shoulder at a naked Draco in the shower with her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just finishing what we started,” he grinned down at her.

His wet hair hung in dark curls around his eyes as they flashed with desire.  His broad shoulders and hard muscled chest still gleamed with droplets of water as he stepped forward and let the shower water mingle with the pool water.  He was only inches from her, and the release she experienced in the pool seemed to have only intensified her physical desire to feel the rest of him.

She turned fully around and closed the gap between them, pressing her soft full breasts up against the hardness of his chest.  His hands played down her spine like the keys of a piano and she could not stop the shiver that coursed over her skin.

Draco tangled one hand through her long wet hair and pulled her head back as he lowered his lips to hers.  As his lips parted and his tongue sought hers, she could feel his desire twitching and throbbing between their bodies.  As long and thick as it felt in her hand, it felt even more intimidating with no cloth between his cock and her body.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and gyrated her hips against him, eliciting a deep moan from his throat.

“Taylor,” he rumbled.

He slid his lips from her mouth to her neck, letting his teeth rake against her skin.

“I’m ready to pin you up against this wall,” he threatened.

A sudden flash blinked behind her closed eyelids and she pulled back.  “Oh, like if you went to jail for your crime?” she smirked.

“Wait, what?  Jail?  Wh-What are you talking about?”

“You do remember that I’m your lawyer, and you are charged with assault?  You’re out on bail right now.”

“What does that have to do with anything?  I know you and your boss can make that all disappear and we’ll be good to go.”  His breath tickled the valley between her breasts as his hands roamed over her hips and backside.

It was like someone had turned on nothing but the cold water.  She gasped and stepped back from the sensory assault of his body.

“No,” she stated flatly.

“No?  No sex?  Because I’m pretty sure you want me,” he taunted.

“No, no disappearing criminal charges,” she declared, “and no sex.”

“What?  What are you talking about?” The lack of blood flowing to his brain caused severe confusion since all of his thought processes were focused on his hard cock bobbing against his abs.

She ran her fingers lightly down the exposed underside of his shaft and he almost shuddered.

“You heard me,” she teased.

“I’m still pretty sure you wouldn’t mind being up against that wall or spread eagle on my bed,” he countered.

“Irrelevant at this moment.”

She let her fingers tickle and tease the sensitive ridges just behind the head of his cock and stroked him lightly and loosely.

“Irrelevant as you play with my cock?  I don’t follow,” his brows knitted together in genuine confusion.

Taylor grinned up at the bulky billionaire and dropped to her knees in front of him.  As her tongue traced the same path her fingers had been tormenting him with, he groaned and looked down at her with half-closed eyes.

“I’ll only sleep with you on two conditions.”

“Seriously?” he asked, painful desire making his voice raspy and thick.  “Like what?”

“One, you take me out on a proper date, not some invented excuse to get me in a bikini.”

Draco laughed despite himself.  “Ok.  And two?”

“Two, you call my boss and tell him you are pleading guilty to the charges.”

It was Draco’s turn for the cold shower effect.  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m sick of these clients who buy their way out of trouble and refuse to take responsibility for their actions.  You hit that guy in the bar and laid him out.  You have to own that.”

“You’d rather sleep with a criminal?”

“In your case, I’d rather sleep with an honest criminal than a rich liar.”

She ran her tongue up the length of his cock and swirled it over the throbbing head.

He braced himself against the shower walls and groaned deeply.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious about who I fuck.”

As she stood up from her kneeling position, she enclosed his cock with her breasts and slid them up and over until he bobbed loose again.

“I have to get going, but you let me know what you decide.”

Before he could even focus his eyes, she had stepped out of the shower and was nearly dried off.  He ripped back the shower curtain and stared at her.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.  I can’t go to jail.”

“I didn’t say jail, I said plead guilty.  Unless you have a criminal record we are unaware of, then you will most likely pay some fines and do some community service.  It’s not about the punishment; it’s about taking ownership of yourself and your actions.”

Draco was still baffled by the sudden change of events, and had barely wrapped the towel around his waist before she had her hair coiled into a bun, was dressed back in her suit, and was at the elevator door bidding him goodbye.

Chapter Eleven

Taylor had barely walked through the door of her own apartment before her cell phone started jangling loudly from the depths of her purse.  She looked at the number and knew she was about to get fired.

“Hello?”  She tried to make her voice sound steady to her boss on the other end.

“You want to explain the phone call I just finished?  Draco Morgan told me to enter a plea of guilty for him.”

She grinned to herself.  Apparently his desire for sex was pretty strong.

“We had a long chat this afternoon about taking responsibility for his actions. I guess he was paying attention.”

“Ms. Skiles, we are not being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to create criminal records for these guys.  We are paid to
stop
that.”

“I told him that a lot of people are more impressed with someone who owns up to his mistakes than someone who always comes out squeaky clean.”

She smirked at her own private pun, since she came out of that shower squeaky clean.

“That took balls,” the partner stated, “and I can admire that kind of courage and guts.  Let’s have a chat about your future with the firm on Monday when I’m back in town.”

She clicked off the phone, but it only stayed silent for a moment before an unknown number jangled through.

“Hello?” she answered again.

“So I made the call,” his deep voice rumbled.

“I know, I was just informed, and I had to explain myself,” she laughed.

“So how about that date?”

She shook her head.  “Still got a little ache, hmm?”

He huffed into the phone.  “Something like that.  I’ll text you a time for tomorrow night.”  And he was gone.

She shook her head and slipped the phone back in her purse.  It was about seven in the evening on Friday and she was tired.  Taylor tossed her suit into the dry cleaning pile and collapsed into her tee shirt and yoga pants.  Several hours later, Taylor woke up on the couch and staggered to her bed for the rest of the night.

The next morning she awoke around 9:00AM to her cell phone chirping the alert that a text message had been delivered.  All it said was “1:00PM.” 
Nice and cryptic
, she thought. 
I’m a little afraid of what he has in mind.  And 1:00PM?  What kind of date starts in the middle of the day?

She decided that she would take the rare Saturday off, and sipped her second cup of coffee, curled back up on the couch still in her yoga pants.  After about her fourth cup, she decided to take a nice long shower and get ready.

As the cool water soaked her long blonde hair and soothed her skin, she lathered and rinsed.  She also carefully shaved everything below the neck, knowing that it would cost her dearly if she said no to Draco this time and wanting to make a good impression even for just one night.

With her hair wrapped in a towel, she stood in front of her closet, trying to pick an outfit for an unknown activity at an unknown destination.  She finally chose a simple black shift dress and a light pink cardigan.  It seemed casual enough just in case and dressy enough, also just in case.  She also blew dry her hair smooth, and applied her makeup with a light but practiced hand.

Right at 1:00PM, she exited her apartment building as the car pulled up.  It was the same gentleman who had delivered her to the penthouse building the previous day, and he closed the door softly behind her.

As they drove off, she tried to interrogate him.  “Where are we going?  Do you know what Draco has in mind?”

The driver stayed devoted to his employer and simply declined to answer.  The tinted windows were so dark that she could barely see where they were headed.  After about thirty minutes, they came to a stop and the driver walked around to let her out.  She gaped as she shouldered her purse and stepped out.  Draco was waving down at her from the metal staircase that led up and into the private jet that sat idling on the tarmac.

“Right on time,” he yelled over the background engine noise.

As she climbed the stairs and stopped facing him, his face broke into a grin.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She smirked at him.  “Guess that’s up to you later…”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and ushered her inside.  “I hope it will be the first of many.”

THE END

Knocked Up by a Billionaire

Nairobi grew up in South Africa and her mother had done her best to protect her. She had taught Nairobi how to speak English the best that she could and had taught her the ways of the West. She had started explaining to Nairobi from a young age how important it was for her to find a husband in America. Nairobi’s mother had ensured that Nairobi would have the opportunity to be a mail order bride. She had done her best to make sure Nairobi looked beautiful in the photo that the men took of her for the internet site.

Nairobi was naturally light-skinned and had beautiful dark brown eyes. Her lips were plump and her body was thin with round perky breasts and full hips. Her mother kept her hidden away as much as she could in a shack that was made out of mud. She knew that if the Guerillas saw her daughter they would take her away. She had heard the stories of what happened to the girls that were taken by the Guerillas and she did everything that she could to protect her daughter.

Men would use her for what men used women for, until there was nothing left of her daughter.

Nairobi had grown up without a father and that had made it even harder for her mother. He had been killed when Nairobi was a young girl, but that only made her mother want to protect her even more. Each night before Nairobi went to bed her mother would tell her tales of the land she called America. Nairobi had met a few people from this country, those who had brought food and medical supplies, mostly nurses or missionaries. They were very sweet and loving people and Nairobi dreamed of the world that they came from.

At the age of eighteen, Nairobi’s mother had taken her to become a mail order bride. It was the only way that she could think of to get Nairobi out of South Africa and into the United States. The men who owned the mail order bride company told Nairobi and her mother that they would have no problem finding her a husband and they were correct.

Within a month of Nairobi turning eighteen the men came to her mother’s house to pick Nairobi up and send her to her future husband. The men gave her mother more money than Nairobi had ever seen and she wondered how much the man had actually paid for her. She cried as she hugged her mother and told her goodbye and then she was loaded into a truck. They drove for what seemed like hours before they reached a small airport. Nairobi was shuffled onto a tiny plane and accompanied by one man.

The small plane took them to a much larger airport where Nairobi was escorted to a jet and told to board it. She was told that she would be met when she landed and then taken to her future husband. Nairobi shook with fear the entire flight. She did not know how she was supposed to act when she saw this man for the first time. She was afraid that he would be mean to her or that he could possibly kill her. After all he had paid for her. She was his property.

She imagined the pain it would cause her mother if something happened to her. Nairobi closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She tried to focus on the stories that her mother had told her as a child. Stories of houses with real floors that were not made out of dirt, houses that were made out of wood and that were heated and cooled. She had told Nairobi how the houses have windows that did not allow the bugs in and that she would not have to sleep under a mosquito net any more.

Then there were the stories of the stores. Nairobi’s mother had told her that there were stores that were taller than trees and that were filled with beautiful things. Nairobi had no idea what her future would hold, but as she thought of her mother’s stories she began to relax.

The man that she was going to marry was named Mitch. He was a wealthy man that owned a chain of hotels in the wild western area of the United States. Mitch had been married before to his college sweetheart, but it turned out she wasn’t in love with him. She was also in love with the pool boy, the gardener and a few other men around town. 

His ex-wife loved his money more than she loved him and that became very clear to Mitch in the later years of their marriage. Mitch was forty-seven and had been married for five years before he ever questioned his wife. The divorce had almost taken everything from him. His businesses did not matter, his money was just money to him, but it was the sadness that took over his life that almost destroyed him. Mitch had done everything that he could to take care of his wife. He had loved her with everything he had and treated her like his queen.

When he realized that she had never really loved him, he wanted to give up on life and came close to it. After a few years of therapy Mitch had begun dating again, but found that it was awkward and that he did not enjoy it at all. That was when he decided to look into getting a mail order bride. He wanted someone who would adore him, someone who would treat him just as well as he treated them, not someone that he could boss around our mistreat, but someone that would respect him and respect the things he gave to them.

More than anything, Mitch just did not want to be alone any more. He had decided that his best option was a mail order bride because it would be a win-win situation. He wanted to have someone to come home to. He didn’t care who it was as long as he was not alone and he knew that the woman would benefit from the life he was able to give her.

He knew how his friends felt about what he was doing and he knew how his family felt as well. None of that mattered to him. All that mattered was not being alone any longer. He tried to explain to them what it felt like to come home to a big empty house each day, what it was like to eat all of his meals alone and to only have himself to talk to. None of them seemed to understand. The ones that were married thought that Mitch had the perfect life, the ones that were single told him all the things that they would do if they were him.

Mitch felt as if he was completely alone in the world and there was no one out there that could understand. That was why he decided that he was going to order a bride and when he had seen Nairobi’s picture he knew that she was the one.

He knew that she was much younger than him. She had just turned eighteen and he was close to fifty but that did not matter to him. She had not been ruined by other men. When Mitch had been dating he found that most of the women had in fact been ruined by other men. They hated all men for the way that they had been treated in the past and they were determined to make someone pay. Mitch knew that Nairobi was not going to be that way. She was still young and innocent, all she would know of men was what he would show her.

He had decided early on that he was going to pamper her and spoil her if for no other reason than to thank her for her company. She was, after all, giving up everything she had ever known so that she could come to live with him and be his wife. For that he was grateful.

Mitch had planned to take a few weeks off of work so that he could get to know Nairobi. He didn’t need to be at work most of the time. He let all of his employees run the business and he only went into his office to have something to do. He had built the business from the bottom up. His father had been a successful businessman as well and had taught Mitch everything he knew.

When Mitch graduated college his father bought him his first hotel and that was the beginning of the rest of his life. Many people thought that Mitch was wealthy because he came from money, but what they did not know was that besides the first hotel he had earned everything he had ever had. When his father passed, he left all of his money to charities.

He had raised Mitch to understand how important it was for him to make his own way in life as a part of his self-made cowboy mentality. He had taught Mitch that although it was great to help people get started that they should not be carried and they had to learn how to live with their own mistakes. Mitch had made plenty of mistakes along the way when he was building up his businesses, but his father had refused to bail him out of them.

At the time Mitch did not understand why his father would not help him. He wondered what he had done wrong to make his father turn his back on him, but in the long run he understood that his father was teaching him a lesson. It was important for Mitch to learn how to be responsible for his own decisions and his father knew that. Mitch’s father did not want his son to grow up as an entitled brat that had no responsibilities in life.

Mitch only wished that he had the chance to teach his own child the same lessons his father had taught him, but he knew that he was not likely to ever have children. The years for having kids had come and gone while Mitch was trying to make his wife happy.

His ex never wanted children and had made it very clear to him. She did not want to wreck her body and spend all of her time raising his children as she put it. As Mitch drove to the airport, he hoped that he was not setting himself up for more heartache.

He had decided before he ever paid his fee for Nairobi that he was not going to fall in love with her. He was going to make her an offer, as long as she was kind to him, listened to him talk and spent her time with him he was willing to give her anything that she wanted. He did not want to die alone and that was what it came down to.

It did not matter how many friends he had or how much extended family he had, he knew that if he were to die he would be alone. No one would sit next to his hospital bed and mourn for him, no one would miss him when he was gone. Life would go on as if he had never existed and that thought hurt him more than anything his ex-wife had ever done to him.

Mitch pulled up to the airport and parked his car. He had made a small sign with Nairobi’s name on it. He had wanted to buy balloons and flowers, but he was afraid that he would scare her. He made his way to the terminal and waited for her plane to arrive.

He wondered what was going through her mind and how she would handle the next few days. He wanted to make sure that she felt comfortable with him, but he was not really sure how to do it. Mitch was an extremely smart and handsome man. What he was not was a social genius. He was beyond socially awkward and he knew it. He would often say the wrong thing and upset people. He had employees that ran meetings for him so that he did not upset investors.

The majority of the time Mitch was quiet and just observed what was going on around him. He had not always been that way. Before he had gotten married, he was very socially outgoing. More than once, he’d even been called the life of the party. He had no problem joking around with people, but his ex-wife had changed all of that. She had caused him to question everything that came out of his mouth and draw back from social interactions.

Alice, Mitch’s ex-wife, was not all bad. She was a demanding woman who knew exactly what she wanted out of life. She had married Mitch because she knew that he was going to be successful and that he could give her the life that she wanted. She was a dominating woman who did not like to be told what to do or where to be. Mitch wondered what it would be like to have a wife who actually listened to what he said. One who built him up, instead of tearing him down.

He smiled as he stood in the airport waiting for his African beauty to arrive. He felt like he could make a new life with this woman, a life where the two of them could be happy and benefit from each other. He wondered if he could actually get back to the man that he was before they were married.

Nairobi’s plane landed and as she walked through the terminal in the airport she saw a man leaning against a post with a sign that had her name on it. He was a very attractive White man. She did not know how old he was but to her he looked very young. He had blond hair and beautiful blue eyes that held some sadness in them, expectantly looking out from under the brim of his cowboy hat. He did not smile, but she was sure that if he did, it would be beautiful.

Nairobi looked at the man holding the sign and wondered why he had chosen her. He was well dressed and clean cut. Nairobi looked down at herself. The dust from Africa was still on her feet, her dress was old and worn. She was sure that she was not what he was expecting.

Nairobi walked over to the man. “This is me,” she said, pointing to the sign. Mitch looked at Nairobi and she looked down at the floor. Mitch could tell that she was not only shy but intimidated. She was self-conscious about the way she looked.

“I’m Mitch,” Mitch said, not sure if he should shake her hand or hug her. He folded the sign in half and took her hand in his, tucking it inside of his arm. “How about we get you home?” he said, looking down at her.

“Home,” Nairobi said, not sure what to think. Her home was thousands of miles away. She knew the place that this man was taking her was not her home.

“Yes,” Mitch said, leading her out of the airport. “Your new home. I am sure that you are going to like it.”

He watched Nairobi as she took in all of the sights. She looked at the tall buildings with awe and watched the people running around the airport. She pulled tight against Mitch as she started to get overwhelmed by what was going on around her.

Mitch patted her hand. “It’s okay,” he said as he led her to his car. “You’ll get used to it.”

Nairobi let out a small laugh. “I think I will never get used to this,” she said, wide eyed.

Mitch smiled at her. In a way he hoped that she never would. He liked the way she pulled against him when she was afraid. She was already beginning to trust him and that made him feel better than he had in years. He helped Nairobi into his car and walked back to the driver’s side. When he was inside of the car he looked at Nairobi noticing that she had no bags.