The Dating Games (Dating Games Complete Box Set Series) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (9 page)

They finally made it to the yacht and Erica was impressed by the way it looked. The top deck was brand new; she could tell that he had just finished it or, rather,  he had workers that had just finished it. When he took her hand to lead her up the stairs, he sat down and Erica sat down right on top of him, wrapping her arms around him, giggling. She was showing the camera that she was very interested in him. She could feel his cock getting hard against her ass, and that's what she was looking for. She thought that she was going to cum right there in her dress that was so short that he could slide his fingers up and there was her pussy just waiting for him, if he wanted it.

              “Mr. Camden I think that we would both like a glass of champagne and caviar,” Devon told him, giving him a smile as he walked away, grabbing a serving tray and smiling for the camera.

              He hadn't been told that they were going to be filming on the yacht; he was lucky that he was wearing his tailored suit and hoped that his graying hair wasn't a mess. He hadn't been prepared for it.

              They talked about sports, and he was surprised that she liked watching football. He didn't know too many women that did. That was something big that they had in common with each other. He loved how she talked about her favorite team and, for just a few moments, Jasmine slipped away from his mind and he was able to have a good time, remembering what Heather had told him about how he still had his own life to think about instead of just waiting around.

              Their champagne came and Erica only drank it down quickly because she was really thirsty. He laughed when she dribbled some down her chin and the drops landed between her tits. He knew that he would be licking that off her very soon. As his cock got harder, she adjusted herself, pushing her ass further against it without anyone knowing about it.

              Another plus was that she enjoyed sex just as much as he did, he was sure of it. And, even though she could satisfy him sexually, he was thinking about giving her a chance. Thinking about a second date with her.

              They had the perfect timing when Erica got off his lap, he was glad that his cock wasn't hard anymore. They went over to the side of the yacht and Erica jumped with glee when they saw two dolphins pop out of the water and dive back in.

              “I've never seen dolphins in real life before!” Erica shouted, seeing that the camera caught it all on video. She knew that the crowd was going to like that. There was nothing fake about that moment, just like there was nothing fake about her wanting him sexually.

              As it started getting darker and the stars were coming out, Devon had his captain of the yacht go back towards the boat landing. He took her hand and led her downstairs where the cameraman wasn't allowed to follow him.

              When he looked over his shoulder with a gleeful smile on his face, he saw that there was a smile on Calvin's face too.

              He walked her down the stairs to check out the the downstairs. He showed her the billiards room and showed her his movie room, as well.

              “Wow, you have just about everything, don't you?” Erica giggled, nibbling on the side of his neck to tease him.

              The moan that Devon held in throughout the night finally came out of him. It was more like a deep growl than anything else.

              “Someone has been very naughty tonight, all night.” He chuckled, taking his arm and putting it around her waist, sliding his hand down to her tight, round ass. He then began rubbing it and massaging it gently with his hand.

              “That's just who I am when I'm with one person. I would like to show you, nightly, just how good I can be for you,” Erica whispered in his ear, blowing her hot breath inside of it.

              “We have one more room to look at, you little devil.” Devon and Erica laughed together as he opened the door.

              She gasped when she saw it. It was a bedroom with a large bed in it, and she noticed that there were roses in the room. She loved the smell of roses.

              “Mmm, you really outdid yourself tonight, didn't you?” Erica whimpered for him as they sat down on the bed.

              Devon was done with her teasing him, he lifted her and put her on his lap, sliding her ass back and forth until his cock got harder and longer for her.

              “You can't seem to keep your hands off me tonight, I love that.” Erica giggled at him, feeling his hands lift her dress, he pulled it up over her head.

              “Yes, now it's my turn. You can get back on my lap soon.” Devon groaned, watching her get off him he put his hands on her hips and nibbled at her ass cheeks.

              Erica laughed and pushed herself away from him, turning around to face him, she watched him get undressed quickly and sat down again on the bed.

              “What do you want, baby?” Erica asked him in a teasing voice.

              “Since you wanted to tease my cock all night, right here is where I want you.” He showed her, taking his hand and sliding his hand up and down his cock.

              He wasn't wanting her to suck his cock, he wanted to slam his cock into her pussy over and over again.

              “Get on, facing me.” He laughed at her, he wanted to watch her tits bounce up and down from him slamming her down on his cock over and over again.

              Thinking about what he was getting ready to do to her almost made him cum. She put her arms around him and began grinding her pussy against his hard cock, sliding her pussy up and down it, and pressing herself against it so that he could feel just how wet she was.

              “Enough with the teasing sweetie.” Devon grinned at her, giving her a wink, he brought his hands to her hips and brought her closer to the head of his cock.

              Erica giggled when she felt his cock enter her, he knew that he was going to start moaning for him before they were done.

              He brought her up and down on his cock, keeping his eyes on her tits that were bouncing for him. The more they bounced for him, the more he slammed her down on his cock harder and harder.

              “Fuck yes, you sure know how to show a woman a good time, don't you?” she asked him, begging him for more.

              “I sure do, I love slamming my cock into you. Your tight pussy getting wetter and wetter for me. Trying to hold back that pussy of yours. I feel it ready to burst all over my hard cock. Let’s cum together, honey. Let’s come together,” Devon growled at her as they looked into each other’s eyes.

              He took his hands off her hips and felt her grabbing a hold of his neck with her hands, digging her nails into him as she began riding him, bringing herself back and forth, harder and faster. She was whimpering louder and louder as her tits hit him in the face. He only wanted to fuck her and feel her cum all over him.

              “God, oh fuck your cock is so fucking deep inside my pussy!” she hollered out, feeling her pussy getting ready to cum for him.

              “Keep riding me, ride me harder!” he raised his voice at her and just as he raised his voice, her pussy was starting to cum.

              “Good girl, here comes your treat for the night, something that you've wanted since the limo ride,” Devon warned her, feeling his cock explode deep inside of her.

              He was glad that she had protection, he was getting tired of pulling out of women, and she was the first one to tell him that she was protected. He slid her back and forth over his cock the more he came for her, seeing that she had stopped riding him.

              They were grunting and growling together as they came harder and faster for each other. Both of them clawing at each other and begging for more as they began calming down. He didn't care if they cleaned up or not. He didn't care if they fucked again before they got back to the boat landing. He needed to somehow get his aggression out.

              “That was the best sex I've had. Even if you don't pick me, between shows, you know where to find me. I am more than willing to give you a good lap dance.” She got off of him and began getting dressed with a huge smile on her face.

              “I'm glad that you had a good time with me.” Devon was happy that she was happy with him, and he knew that what he gave sexually, none of the women complained about.

              “I can see through you, Devon Sager.” Erica pointed a finger at him, being serious for a change, even though she wasn't mad.

              “What are you talking about?” he asked her, shaking his head. He had a look of confusion on his face. Now was a good time not to have the cameras around them, and he was glad that whatever she had on her mind had been kept alone so that it could be built up until that moment.

              “There's someone out there that you have in the back of your mind. I see it in your eyes when you were pleasing me. All I can say is: go for what you want; I don't know who the lucky lady is but I can see it in your eyes. My advice to you is that, after this show, you go after who you really want, or else you're never going to be happy.” Erica went to him and kissed him on the cheek, knowing it was the last time that they were going to have sex together. She wasn't sad, but she was happy when he nodded his head in agreement, not saying a word to her.

              Devon was glad that she had understood him, no one else did and it was something that he would remember for the rest of the show, maybe for the rest of his life time.

              As soon as they got to the boat landing, the limo was waiting for them. No one knew that he was going to let her ride by herself back home. He didn't know where home was for her, but they were going to call it a night.

              Devon reached into the limo and took out a single rose. Handing it to her, she smiled and brought it to her nose to smell it.

              “I want to thank you for a wonderful evening, you are very beautiful Erica, and I hope that you had fun,” Devon stated, making himself clear and seeing that Calvin had put the camera right in his face.

              “I did have fun, Mr. Sager. Thank you for showing me your yacht and having a snack with me. The dolphins were beautiful too. It was a once in a life time showing for me.” Erica giggled and he gave her a bigger smile.

              He kissed her on the cheek and moved away from the limo, enough to shut the door and watch as the limo pulled away. Before Calvin had gotten into the passenger side seat, he had given Devon a smile and a thumbs up.

              Calvin was going to have some time to talk to Erica about how her night went, what she thought about Devon, and how she thought about being brought home. All the details that the viewers wanted, of course, and he knew that Ken would be impressed that Devon would let her talk about how she felt about the night without him there.

              Devon walked home from the boat landing, knowing it was just down the street. It was good to have some time by himself for a little while. He walked slowly and looked down at the ground, putting his hands in his pockets. He thought about having a cigar when he got home, a cigar in his office and think about which woman that he wanted to go out with the following night.

              Ken had told him that it was going to be a nightly show now because the viewers don't want to wait a whole week before finding out what woman he would choose. He was going by what the viewers wanted, even though he wasn't happy with it himself, he wanted to show the viewers that their opinions meant something to him and that it was real. He wanted to impress them in any way that he could.

              Devon was surprised when he reached the front porch, the winding stairs were beautiful and it led out to a balcony. He had a good view from where he stood up there, but his feet were tired, and that night he wished that he had only one landing to walk up.

              Reaching the top, he was surprised that someone was there waiting for him, that someone had found out where he lived. He put a smile on his face, knowing that she would come to him sooner or later.

              “I thought you would never come home. I saw your show for the first time tonight,” Jasmine told him, not smiling at him. What she had seen was nothing that she wanted to see. He could see that from the top of the landing.

              “It’s for ratings, that's all its for.” Devon didn't see why she cared, or why she even bothered since she didn't want to date him.

              “But yet you want to be with me? You wanted me to sign up for that stupid show knowing you were going to pick me.” She glared at him and turned away from him to look at the view of the city from where she was standing. Jasmine couldn't deny that it was a beautiful place.

              “You were the one who had declined me, Jasmine. What was I supposed to do, wait forever and not go on with my life?” Devon asked her, feeling bad for even talking to her like that, but it was the truth.

              Jasmine didn't say anything to that; she knew that she told him no for many reasons. She wasn't going to change that, not now, not when he had so many women in his life, and she knew that he was having sex with each and every one of them.

              Neither one of them said a word for a very long time, both of them just looking out at the city from where they were standing. It was obvious that Jasmine was jealous, he could see that without even looking at her.

              “My mother has been dead for two years, someone broke into the apartment two months ago; I have three dead bolts on my door now. They broke in while I was sleeping and not only stole money but forced themselves on me. The only reason he wasn't able to go further was because someone called the cops knowing that thumping and banging around never came from my apartment, and I was lucky enough that my neighbors knew it wasn't like me,” Jasmine stated. This took him off guard, and he gave her a surprised look.

              Devon never thought he would hear something like that, the bad luck and the pain that Jasmine was carrying…it was no wonder that she didn't talk much, that she didn't date. She felt as if she couldn't trust anyone.

              “I'm sorry,” Devon whispered to her, walking closer to her, and putting his arm around her. Jasmine couldn't even look at him.

              “My mother died of cancer. She was my best friend and now she's gone.” Jasmine broke down, she cried silently but refused to let him console her as she moved away from him a few inches, showing him that she didn't want his comfort. It pained Devon's heart that she would be that way with him.

              “I want to help you,” he whispered to her, looking at her while she continued looking at the city lights.

              “I'm a virgin, so if you think that you're going to get into my pants the way you have all the other women on your show, you're sadly mistaken.” Jasmine turned away and tried walking away from him.

              Devon reached for her arm before she could walk away from him completely. He didn't know what to say but he knew that he had to say something to her.

              “Everything that happened to you, you're going to have to let go. I can help you if you would just let me.” Devon stared at her, thinking about her and wishing that he could heal her pain.

              “I'm seeing a counselor for all of it. It's helping a little, every Thursday night I see one. There's no way that you're going to help me. I'm doing just fine but so are you, all those women that flock to you and throw themselves at you…” She pulled roughly away from him and he watched her hurry down the stairs without looking back.

              Devon knew it was no use going after her, and he wondered if she was ever going to talk to him again. He had done nothing wrong but go on with his life when she had told him that she didn't want to date him, that she couldn't date right now. He felt bad when he found out all the reasons why and felt guilty for even going out with the women.

              “Damn dating show,” he growled and finally went down the stairs.

              Devon knew that she was walking alone in the dark and, even though she wanted to be by herself, it wasn't safe to be walking the streets. He thought about her walking on the bad side of town, knowing that anything could happen to her.

              Taking the Jag out, he drove in the direction that she had walked. He was amazed that she was such a fast walker because he met up with her at the red light that was up the street which was a long way from his home.

              “Get in the car,” he told her, once he rolled down the passenger window. Jasmine pretended not to hear him.

              “I said get into the car, it's not safe out here walking around in the dark like this!” he hollered at her this time and she flinched slightly. He knew that he had made a mistake hollering at her like that, after all that she had been through.

              “Please get in the car, or I'm going to park and get out,” Devon told her, watching the red light turn to green as he slowly drove alongside of her.

              Devon knew that if he had to drive to the other side of town, he would do it. He realized at that point she was stubborn as hell when she was mad. He didn't know how long she was going to keep him driving around.

              At the next red light, she finally got into the Jag and buckled up, she didn't look at him and she was silently looking out the window. She didn't want to say anything that would hurt his feelings or say things she didn't mean. She had found out long ago that she shouldn't speak during any argument until she was calm.

              “I think that you need to calm down, maybe you need a little more help and I'm willing to help you with anything that you want,” Devon stated, going under the speed limit because he didn't want to get to her house too fast.

              “You're going to help me while you're fucking all the women on the dating show of yours? I don't think so,” Jasmine told him softly, she wasn't being mean to him, she was stating the truth. He sighed heavily.

              Jasmine knew that he didn't know what to say to her; the sigh that he had given to her was the hint that he didn't know what to say at all. She was quiet most of the ride to the apartment still having her arms folded.

              “I'm sorry that those things happened to you. If I were you I wouldn't trust many people either, but fact is fact, and you declined me,” he stated, they both knew that she had.

              “Why would I want to go have a date with you when you have had nine people that came before me? I don't think that's a good idea, Devon,” Jasmine got out of the car and shut the door gently, she wasn't the type of person to sit there and slam things around when they weren't hers to begin with, she had more respect than that.

              Devon slammed his hand down on the steering wheel and shook his head. She had him there, and he knew it. He wanted to go up after her, but he didn't know what he would've said to her anyways if she even let him into the apartment.

              “Good job, Devon, good job.” He groaned, pulling away from the curb and headed on his way back home.

              As much as he wanted to go to the bar, he knew that he couldn't. He would get himself in trouble for doing that, and he knew it.

              For the hundredth time, he was feeling guilty as he headed home. He knew that it was his life; he had convinced himself numerous times that the truth was she had meant what she said when she turned him down. That it was her and not him, he couldn't understand where she was coming from, but he could sympathize with her because of everything she had been through.

              “Get this show over with already or at least break down and sign the form, Jasmine. Something has to give.” Devon grunted, stopping at a red light he looked over and saw Erica walking. She waved and smiled at him and he did the same when the red light turned green he drove on through it and when he looked in the rear view mirror, he saw that her back was turned to him and she kept on walking.

              Devon was glad that she knew that it was over and that she wasn't going to be picked. She had been right in what she said about wanting to be with the one he really was attracted to. The only way that was going to happen though was if Jasmine would just fill out the damn form.

              The second Devon got home, he tried calling Jasmine when he was in his room and the phone just kept ringing and ringing; he knew that she was ignoring him and he had deserved most of it, but not all of it.

              He popped a DVD into the player before he laid down and took the remote with him. He watched from the beginning to the end, the commercial with Jasmine, holding up the sign and telling them that they were looking for women that wanted to date the billionaire Mr. Sager. He couldn't help but smile at the screen; he saw the address on the miniature billboard sign and thought it looked great. That was when they were still friends, still laughing with each other and hanging out. He missed those days and, even though it was just recently that they had stopped going for rides together and she stopped hanging out at the studio, he felt lonely inside.

              Devon fell asleep with the television on that night. He had kept the DVD on replay so that he could watch it over and over again until he fell asleep.

              When Jasmine got into her apartment that night, she sat down on the couch and cried. She had heard the phone ring, but she knew who it was. She wasn't going to answer his calls so that he could hear that she had been crying over things that she couldn't change. That she couldn't control any of it—what was done was done, and there was nothing she could do about it but live life.

              The more Jasmine thought about it, the more she knew that, deep down, Devon liked her, or else he wouldn't keep trying to get her attention. She smiled at the memories that they had shared together over the past few weeks, and she couldn't deny that she was attracted to him, she couldn't deny that he had made her happy in the past few weeks more than she had been happy in the past nine months of her life.

              Looking at the clock and seeing that she had a few hours to get to sleep, she knew what she was doing in the morning. One thing she knew that she wasn't going to do was apologize for the things that she had said to Devon, because they were all true. She didn't expect him to apologize to her either because he was right too.

              Jasmine was about to go to sleep when she heard the neighbors fighting downstairs again. She groaned softly, knowing that the walls were paper thin in the apartment building. Taking her pillow from her bedroom, she covered her ears with it and it helped for a little bit until someone had turned up the radio very loudly and she could feel the music vibrating through the floor.

              She knew that she wasn't going to be able to sleep unless she went into her room which she wasn't about to do. Since the robbery and having a man attack her, she refused to go in there, it was as if it was cursed to her. And she couldn't move out because, at that point, she hadn't found a better place with the money that Devon had given her for advertising.

              Jasmine got off the couch and went to the freezer where she looked under the meats and found the money that had been left there. She had to count the money each night, she knew that no one could get into her apartment now, but there was still the aching feeling in her chest that it might not be there. Jasmine took the money out and counted it like she did every night since she had finished with the advertising. There was two thousand dollars in her hand, and she had to give Devon the credit, he told her that he would pay her well for everything that she had done for them. Devon hadn't talked to her again about modeling since she was done with the small job that he had given her. She figured the reason was because they were so distant from each other now. She was glad that she hadn't dropped the cleaning job though, a few nights a week she went in and saw that Devon didn't show up all the time. She was happy about that because she didn't know what she would've said to him if he was there.