Billionaire: Billionaire Romance: Billionaire Tiger (A Billionaire New Adult Shifter Contemporary Romance) (20 page)

“I can’t lie. You do something to me, you are under my skin. But that is just my body. Sometimes you have to make decisions with your head.” His voice got soft and he put his hand under her chin and kissed her softly, gently. Not like before. She knew he meant it as a good bye kiss.

Brea felt tears come to her eyes. She didn't want him to see her cry so she walked away from him. She didn't look back until she got to her car. She could see him still standing alone by the waterfall. She got in her car and drove away.

Chapter 5

The next day Brea threw herself into her work. She worked straight through until 9 o’clock. She didn't want to be alone with her thoughts so she left her car at the office and walked a block to a nearby pub, The Lamb’s Tail.

She sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey. It had been a rough week. She heard a voice call from the end of the bar.

“Of all the bars in all the world, she walks into mine.” It was Garrett and he was drunk.

“Is he bothering you, miss” The bartender interrupted them.

“No, no. He is my friend.” She replied.

“Well then, can you get him out of here? He is way over the limit.” The bartender frowned at Garrett.

“Yes, of course. I know where he lives.” She made her way over to Garrett. “Garrett, I think it’s time go.” She tried to pull him up but he weighed a ton.

“I don’t want to go home yet,” he mumbled.

“Come to my car, I won’t take you home,” she pleaded with him.

“Fine, I’m stick of this place anyway,” he slurred.

She was able to get him to her car and safely stowed inside. She didn’t know where to go, so she drove to her house. It took a lot of cajoling and pulling but she managed to get him inside and on her couch. She made him a strong cup of coffee and sat next to him.

“Here, drink this.” She offered him the coffee but he pushed it away.

“I would rather drink you.” He pulled her face to his and kissed her sloppily.

She pushed him away with force. “You’re drunk.”

“Because of you! Because I can’t get you out of my head! I want you.”

“Now? Now that you’re drunk you can express your feelings for me?” Brea was angry.

“Brea.” He tried to kiss her again.

“No! Not while you are drunk!” She slapped him across the face.

She saw the animal spark in his eyes. He growled. “Don’t say ‘no’ to me!” He pushed her down on the couch. She struggled against him. He held her shoulders down and pushed his mouth on hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth. She tasted the alcohol.

“No!” She cried out again when he moved his mouth down her neck.

“I will have you tonight, Brea. I will claim you as mine.”

Brea felt desire heat up in her sex. Garrett sat up and pulled Brea with him, he pulled her over his lap with her ripe ass positioned over his legs. He yanked off her skirt and underwear in one rough movement. He caressed her ample ass and groaned with desire. 
“I know what you want.” He rasped as he spanked her, hard. She cried out at the pain. He slapped her again. The pain shot up her body. She felt the hot sensation in her cunt grow with every slap. Lust clouded her brain. She felt a wave of desire from a primal place she didn’t even know existed. She desperately wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to be pounded into oblivion any way he chose.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded. She stoop up shakily in front of him and slithered out of her skirt and under wear. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide to the floor. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She stood in front of him naked and vulnerable. “You are so sexy Brea. I can’t control myself around you.” His eyes had darkened with beast and it seemed to sober him up. She covered her breasts with her arms, his intense stare made her feel nervous. He stood up then and pushed her arms open and he grabbed her breasts roughly. He took her hard, excited nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. He squeezed and rubbed the other nipple and he continued to suck. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy. He sucked harder. He went back and forth between her two nipples sucking and tweaking until she felt like she would explode. A deep groan escaped her lips. He stood up and quickly climbed out of his clothes exposing his huge erection. Brea didn’t have much time to admire it as he grabbed her roughly. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like she was a rag doll. He slapped her ass again and carried her into her bedroom. He tossed her on her bed.

“I am going to take you now. I will claim you as mine.” The beast had taken over completely now. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over. He kneeled behind her and pulled her hips up. He smacked her ass again. She was so turned on, she felt her cream slide down inside her. She wanted him to claim her. She felt the tip of his dick rubbing against her lips. She moaned and he slowly penetrated her. His dick went deep, deep inside her. He slowly pulled it out and then penetrated her again, just as slow. Guttural sounds escaped from her as she fell into pit of desire. He rammed into her hard. He grabbed her hips and began pumping her hard and fast. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it in her mouth to keep from screaming. Each thrust drove her closer and closer to release. His thrusts came even faster and harder now as he neared his peak. He reached under to her clit and began rubbing her mound, she felt a ball of ecstasy pool in her genitals, ready for release.

“Cum! Cum now!” He commanded.

They both exploded into ecstasy at the same time. They fell together onto the bed. Garrett wrapped himself around Brea and whispered, “You are mine now,’ as he fell asleep. Brea smiled and joined him in sleep.

Chapter 6

The next morning did not go so well. Garrett woke up hungover and ashamed. He searched the house for his clothes and put them on quickly. She followed him pulling on a black silk robe.

“I’m so sorry Brea, I wasn’t in my right mind. I was drunk, it was a mistake,” he explained. Brea could see how tortured he was, but she knew it wasn't a mistake.

“You wanted to be with me. You told me that you were claiming me as your mate!”

“I-I don’t know what to say. I am mated to Priscilla, who is coming home soon!” His eyes were pained.

“But Sarah told me she hasn’t lived here in years, things have changed!”

“It doesn't work like that for us. Priscilla shares my views on our traditions. It doesn't matter that she went away, she is coming back now, and she will reclaim me as her mate.”

“Do you love me at all? Am I just warm human body to you?” Tears welled up in Brea’s eyes.

“Brea, what I feel for you is like nothing I have ever felt before. I don't know what it means. I have to get home to clear my head. Can we talk again?” She could feel Garrett shutting off his human feelings. It would do no good to push him.

He left in silence. As soon as the door shut, Brea burst into tears. How could she go from feeling so complete just a few hours ago to feeling utter despair now? She had changed her life to be completely self-sufficient. She had never wanted to have her heart broken ever again. But she had let Garrett into her heart and he had destroyed her. She curled up in a ball and cried until she had no tears left.

The next morning Brea was determined to get back to her old self. She shot off an angry, ‘Never talk to me again,’ email to Garrett. It was very satisfying and she didn’t mince any words.

Next she threw herself back into work. She couldn’t face Garrett so she focused on her other clients. Since Sarah and Ben’s wedding was in two weeks, she knew she couldn't put it off for long. But she needed a day without thoughts of Garrett.

After work she treated herself to a facial, new haircut and highlights. The pale, sad girl looking back at her in the mirror was not helping her state of mind. Her hairdresser worked magic, she came out of the salon with even brighter, shinier red hair. She felt like a new woman.

The weeks flew by, since Garrett was avoiding her as much as she was him, they managed to never speak. He had backed off from any planning of the wedding at all. But the day was fast approaching. She knew she would have to see him again at the wedding, worse still, he would be with his mate, Priscilla.

Brea focused on finding the perfect dress to wear to the wedding. She had settled on a long, forest green corseted dress that made the most of her extreme curves. It wasn't really appropriate for a wedding but Brea didn't care. She had blown way past appropriate the moment she met Garrett.

A flower emergency kept her busy for the next few days. When the day came to set up for the wedding, Garrett had made himself scarce. She looked for someone that could be Priscilla, but the only people in the house were Garrett’s rowdy brothers, home from college.

Brea felt a knot in her stomach. It grew all day and kept her awake all night. Tomorrow would be the worst day of her life.

Chapter 7

Brea was up at the crack of dawn. She couldn't sleep anyway. She looked tired and drawn so she took special care with her makeup. She drew large, dark smoky eyes, hoping they would disguise how worn she looked and felt. She piled her glossy hair on top of her head in a large smooth bun. She pulled on soft black joggers and a t-shirt. She would have to get dressed later, no way was she running around all day in her tight gown.

Brea grabbed a coffee at the local shop, The Glory Hole. The owner was a shy blonde named Glory. Brea came to the shop because the people and the coffee always made her feel good. It was almost magical. Brea sat at a table to check her phone. She was trying to postpone the inevitable. As soon as her phone started blinking with messages and emails, she knew she had to bite the bullet.

She drove out the Mather’s estate, dread filling her body. She tried to shut off her emotions like Garrett. If she made it through this day without crying, she would deserve the academy award. She pulled up to the house, took a deep breath and walked inside. Some of the staff she had hired had arrived already so Brea dived in. She was so busy making sure everything was perfect that she didn't look up for several hours. Sarah had messaged Brea to say she told everyone in the house to stay upstairs so they wouldn’t be in the way. Brea sighed in relief, at least she wouldn’t have to face Garrett until the ceremony.

The ceremony was to take place at dusk. Normally shifters married at midnight during the full moon, but everyone had compromised on dusk. Since it would be arriving soon, Brea went to check in on Sarah and change into her dress.

She found Sarah looking beautiful in her simple white satin gown, surrounded by her bridesmaids. She was glowing with happiness. Brea felt tears start to appear in her eyes. She was reminded of her own wedding. She had expected it to be the happiest day of her life, too. Instead she had been crushed. It was why she became a wedding coordinator in the first place, she wanted to give other brides the perfect day she never had.

It was almost dusk and all the guests had been seated. Brea quickly dressed in her gown and ushered Sarah downstairs. The men had already taken their place at the altar near the waterfall. Brea made sure Sarah made it down the aisle and then returned to the kitchen. The reception would start directly after the ceremony and soon everyone would be piling into the ballroom. Brea made sure everything was still on schedule. and took care of the last minute small details. By the time everyone started file into the ballroom, everything was perfect.

A woman came up to Brea to congratulate her on the wedding. The woman was impressed she had pulled it off in a month. Soon Brea was busy giving out her card and fielding compliments.

A beautiful tall black haired woman approached her a little hesitantly.

“You are Brea? The wedding coordinator? I’ve been wanting to meet you, I’m Priscilla.”

Brea sucked in a breath, in all her nightmares of how this day could go wrong, she never imagined being confronted by a bear shifter whose mate she had stolen, however briefly. Brea had tried not to think about Priscilla. But now here was Priscilla, was standing in front of her, Brea would have to face her.

“I-I’m Brea.” She managed to choke out.

“I want to talk to you.” She had the same brown eyes as Garrett. She was at least 6” with short black hair cut into a bob. She was absolutely gorgeous and she was Brea’s physical opposite in almost every way.

“Y-yes?” Brea squeaked out.

“I need to explain something about me and Garrett…You see we grew up together, we were inseparable. So when my family wanted us to be mated, we did. Garrett’s father died when he was young. His father had been traditional and Garrett wanted to honour his father’s memory.” Priscilla’s eyes were kind, she wasn’t angry at all.

“Why are you telling me this?” Brea’s nerve returned, knowing she didn’t have to face an angry bear.

“Let me finish, I want to make sure you have the whole story. We were mated and we were happy for awhile but I grew restless. I wanted more out of life than Ravenswood could provide. So I went to the city to go to school. Since I’ve been away, I’ve changed. I don't want to live the life my parents and Garrett want me to. I realized I love Garrett, but in a platonic way. And, well, I’ve fallen in love with a professor at school.”

“In love? But what about Garrett?”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I came home to tell Garrett that I want to be with Roger. I am not coming home again. He agreed, because of you. He wants to be with you.”

“Why didn't he tell me himself?”

“He thinks he ruined his chances with you forever. You told him you didn't want to see him again. And I agree, he acted terribly towards you. But I thought if I could explain that he had promised his father and he promised me. His integrity is a virtue, but sometimes a curse as well.”

“And now?” Brea felt hope rise in her heart.

“He wants to be with you, I made him realize that his father would want him to be happy above all else. And you make him happy. If there are any feelings for him left in your heart, go to him. Tell him how you feel. There is nothing keeping you apart anymore.”

“Where is he?” Brea couldn't wait any longer.

“He said he wanted to be alone, that the sight of you made his heart break. I think he went to the waterfall.”