Billionaire Stepbrother - Secret Lives (11 page)

Billy:
Diesel is here. He’s telling off Bryant. Just thought you’d want to know.

Cynthia looked down at her phone and sighed. Billy had been texting her a lot lately, keeping her in the know with regards to the MC. She had somehow become an accepted member even with all the drama that was going on with Dante, and Billy had been helping her to fit in and keep up while she tried to help Dante out at work. He had decided to lie low for a couple of weeks and work at home in case something leaked, and his CEO had been apprised of a possible media issue but nothing more. Working with him after the breakup, though, had been awkward.

She could see the jealousy in his eyes at her friendship with Billy as well as the way he still looked at her. She knew that neither of them could just snap their fingers and stop caring for each other, but it was just hard. It made her wonder if she had been too harsh on him. She hated that he had automatically blamed her for the threats to his business, that he didn’t trust her, but it did seem like a logical conclusion. Plus, she had to admit that seeing him in his pajamas every day for the last week had been a challenge. She had wanted to snake her hand down his loose pants and see if he was even wearing boxers under there.

But then she remembered how she’d spent two nights crying herself to sleep over him, and she never wanted to feel that way again. In the time they’d been apart, she’d gotten hit on by three of the MC members and was continuing to get random phone calls from a number she was pretty sure was Winslow. She had been smart enough not to answer, though.

Billy:
He just told him to start his own club or back off. Bryant seems pretty upset, but he’s not saying anything. I think everyone’s kind of calmed down now that he’s been gone and is stepping up again. You should come down.

Cynthia rolled her eyes at the new message. She got the feeling that he was trying to get them back together or something. Shouldn’t he be more concerned about his budding relationship with Barbie?

She sighed and went to her closet, looking for something to wear. As much as she tried to resist Dante’s advances, deep down she knew they were going to make up. Why should she wait any longer?

She ran her fingers against all the fabrics in her closet including the new biker clothes that Barbie had helped her pick out a few days earlier. Barbie had told her she needed to look the part more.

Cynthia grabbed a leather studded skirt and a white tank with AC DC printed on the front with a drawing of an electric guitar. She also had her own leather jacket in a deep violet color. Barbie had suggested she still look feminine because she hated the butch biker chicks. Barbie had even talked Cynthia into buying three pairs of heels; ones that matched the jacket, a black pair, and a red pair with rhinestones all over them. Underneath her brown curls was a layer of bright red hair color as well so that it could only be seen when she put her hair up just right.

After she was dressed, she lined her eyes thick with eyeliner and topped it all off with some crimson lipstick. She actually looked surprisingly good, much younger than her age. She would have to remember to thank Barbie for the tips.

She headed out the door and decided to grab a taxi, hoping that Dante might offer her a ride home. She always felt silly showing up to The Blue Pig in a car anyway, and she wasn’t about to go out and buy herself a motorcycle. She’d stick to riding on the back of one.

She tried to work out what she was going to say in her head before she got there, but it seemed useless. Everything kept coming back to the lack of trust, and that wasn’t really the right way to make up with someone. It would only start another argument, create a bigger rift. She thought it might just be best to keep her mouth shut and make up with her body language alone.

As she jumped into the cab, she texted Billy back.

Cynthia:
Agreed. I’m on my way. Is he still there? I think it’s time to solve more than one problem.

He texted back almost immediately.

Billy: Thank goodness. Barbie and I were getting sick of it. No offense. Yes, he’s still here. I’ll try and keep him here until you arrive. Barbie says hurry up!

Cynthia laughed to herself at how high-schoolish they sounded, but it was cute. They really made a surprisingly good couple, though she never would have pegged it before. They were both awfully sweet and friendly for members of a motorcycle gang. But then again, so was Dante when he wasn’t playing leader.

She pulled up to the glass divider and paid the cabbie, telling him she didn’t need him to come back. It was a bold move, but she was determined at that point to leave there with her stepbrother.

She could see his back as she walked in. He was standing at the bar, sipping on his typical jack and coke as she approached. Half the club got silent as they watched her walk up behind him, but he didn’t even seem to notice. “Hi Diesel,” she said shyly, causing him to turn around and give her a confused look.

He had let his facial hair grow out a little, and he had a bit of his drink running down into it as his mouth hung open while he stared at her. Had she really been so cold to him lately that he was so shocked to see her he couldn't even muster a proper hello?

She decided to just go for it, walking up to him and planting a kiss right on his lips. She heard his drink fall to the ground and the glass shatter as his arms flew around her, exploring her curves and her back as her tongue parted his lips. She could hear cheering coming from all around them; an official approval of their relationship.

Diesel picked her up in his arms and cradled her, carrying her out the door to the continuing cheers and clapping and placed her on his bike. “That’s better. I think you belong right there,” he said with a sly smile across his face. She couldn’t help but react the same. It was like they had never left each other as they looked into each other’s eyes in the bright, cool afternoon.

“So, I hear you’re standing your ground pretty well,” she commented.

“I think I need to have a little talk with Billy about getting a little too close to my old lady.” Her boss approached her, putting one leg on either side of her so that his belly button was about at eye level. She couldn’t resist reaching her hands up under his shirt and feeling his warm skin underneath.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he’s got his own old lady to worry about now.” She lifted his shirt up and kissed his stomach. “I missed this,” she commented, closing her eyes.

“How about we take this home?” he proposed, climbing onto the bike.

“Agreed,” she responded, throwing her leg over the other side of the bike.

* * *

Cynthia threw her jacket and heels off and fell back onto Dante’s king size bed. He fell on top of her, his shirt off, and began kissing her cleavage hanging over the white tank she was wearing. They were wasting no time making up the right way, and Cynthia was enjoying the view of his tattoos and muscles. She let her hands trace the patterns all over him, slipping her hand down into his pants where the tattoos continued.

She grinned up at him as her pinkie slid across the soft skin of his cock, making it grow and push back against her hand. She wrapped it around his hardening shaft and used her other hand to pull his face up to hers for a passionate kiss.

Within moments, the rest of their garments were flying across the large bedroom, scattering everywhere. They quickly became a tangle of hot flesh, breathing in each other scents and getting re-acquainted with the contours of each other's bodies. Feeling a little out of control, Cynthia climbed on top of Dante, letting him set her wet center on top of his manhood.

She felt like he was going to impale her as he launched himself into her core as she sat down. She gasped as the last of his long shaft reached her insides, filling her up completely as she closed her eyes and began to slide her hips back and forth. His large strong hands came up to cup her breasts, moving to her rhythm as he began banging against her g-spot and growling with pleasure. The ecstasy took over her body, leading her to a faster and harder rhythm. She felt her muscles aching and just kept going, the feeling building inside of her.

“Fuck!” Dante called out, and she looked down at him looking up at her. Their eyes connected at the same time as their bodies and souls. She could see that she was really getting to him. It was the first time they had the privacy to scream and moan all they wanted to in quite a while.

She let out a loud cry as both their bodies began to quake. “Dante!” she called to him as her pussy began to squeeze him hard. Her mouth hung open in bliss as she felt him release inside her with a guttural growl that reminded her of a wild animal. This is what she had been missing.

A knock came at Cynthia’s door. She had just gotten dressed for the first full day with Dante back at the office. Nothing had happened in two weeks, and Bryant was the one laying low, so Dante thought it was safe to go back. She had kept her mouth shut, but she thought it was really sad that they couldn’t work things out. They were like brothers, and now they were avoiding each other like the plague.

She opened the door to find a boy in a green apron holding a huge bouquet of fake looking flowers in pastels. Part of her was really hoping they were from Dante, but he had always been better than that at picking out more romantic flowers. She had a bad feeling in her stomach that told her it was from an unwanted suitor.

“Delivery for Cynthia Millard,” the boy announced sounding either high or half asleep. She rolled her eyes and took the flowers, practically slamming the door in his face. She was just not in the mood considering her and Dante had just made up over the weekend. Sure enough as she took a peek at the card it read Winslow with a small note begging her to come back to him.

She stomped her black heel on the ground and let out a frustrated groan. Why couldn’t he take the hint and leave her the hell alone? She had half a mind to go to the MC and see if they could do anything for her, but Dante wasn’t even aware of the ongoing problem. She knew that she needed to let him know before she did anything else. And then she was going to stomp into Winslow’s office and tell him once and for all she was done. She wasn’t going to lay down and take it anymore.

Cynthia pickled up her phone and dialed Dante’s number, hoping that she wasn’t going to catch him driving. She didn’t want to cause him to wreck or anything. “Hey, babe, are you on your way to work?” His voice sounded cozy and happy, and she hated to ruin the good mood.

“Not yet; I actually have something I need to tell you.”

“Is everything alright?” He instantly sounded worried, and she gritted her teeth, annoyed that she was causing him anxiety.

“So, I hadn’t thought it was important to tell you before, but ever since I left the job with that guy I told you I dated, he’s been ruining my chances of getting another job as well as trying to convince me to come back to work, if not more. I’ve received phone calls from blocked numbers and flowers, and I just got another bouquet at my door this morning. I think that this is becoming a problem, and I need to go up there and take care of it. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

She closed her eyes and braced for his anger, but it never came. “You don’t have to be sorry, Cynthia. It isn’t your fault this guy is an ass. Do you want me to do something about it?”

“No, that would only make it worse. I hate to say this, but I think I need to do it alone and as soon as possible. I just want him out of my life for good.”

“Well, I agree on that front.” He paused for a minute, and she heard voices in the background. “Sorry about that, they just told me they’re calling some emergency meeting in 30 minutes for high level executives only, so I need to get going. If you don’t have any clients to meet with this morning, just go ahead and get this out of the way. I probably won’t need you until after this meeting anyway, okay? But please don’t hesitate to call the office and ask them to pull me out if he tries anything funny. I am not going to let this shithead mess with you.” He breathed the last part into the phone with white hot anger. It sent a chill down her spine but also made her feel totally protected.

“I will, but I don’t think he’ll go that far. Winslow's an ass but he's never shown any sign of violence. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you so much.” Cynthia hung up feeling strong and determined. She was going to blow Winslow away with her confidence and send him packing for good. She couldn’t stand him constantly interrupting her life any longer.

She pulled up to the old building she used to work in and glared up at the ridiculously tall building. It looked like it belonged somewhere in Tokyo or New York were they liked to break architectural records. It annoyed her more than ever considering what she was there for.

She didn’t bother talking to a receptionist but went straight up to the sixteenth floor where Winslow’s office overlooked half of downtown Detroit. He always liked to look down on everyone below and feel like some sort of king. That really should have clued her in on him being a bad guy to date, but that was hindsight for you.

His office door was open, so she just walked right in and found a familiar secretary laughing it up with him. At least she wasn’t sitting in his lap this time.

Winslow stood up to greet her, his egg shaped head towering almost a foot above her even in heels. But she didn’t let his charming smile or large stature intimidate her, and she wriggled free instantly from the hug that he attempted to give her. It made her feel like she needed a shower immediately. It was like hugging a snake.

“Look who finally came back, Kensey!” Kensey was his big breasted secretary who didn’t look too happy to see Cynthia at the moment. At least she felt good about that. “Please hold all my calls and meetings for now.” She nodded and stomped out as he refused to take his eyes off Cynthia. She closed the door behind them, harder than necessary.

“It’s so nice to see you, Cynthia. Won’t you please have a seat.” His booming voice bounced off the walls of the office and the glass behind his desk, but she didn’t budge. She was not going to get sucked into sticking around and listening to him spout bullshit. She wanted to get straight to the point.

“I’m perfectly fine standing, thank you.”

“Well what brings you back here, then?” He held out his arms like he was including the whole world in that mention before taking a seat at his throne.

“You know why I’m here, Winslow.” She was sure to say it calm but stern so he knew she wasn’t messing around.

“Well I would assume it’s because you’ve tired of Mr. Cross’ antics and wish to have a more fulfilling position in both your business and personal life.” He chuckled to himself like he thought he was the funniest and smartest guy on the planet. How did she ever fall for this ass? Then she paused. How did he know that she was not only working for but was dating Dante? She felt more than a little creeped out by it.

“Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing, Winslow, but it needs to stop. My life is no longer your business, and neither is my career. You no longer have a right to call me or send me flowers or anything else for that matter. Forget who I am and where I live, Winslow, and forget about me working for you.”

She turned to walk away, feeling that her point had been made and didn’t feel like sticking around, but then Winslow continued the conversation. “I was surprised, really, that you took the job. I figured you’d want to get a position on your own merit instead of because of your body. Not that I helped matters along, and for that I am sorry. But I think the only one playing games here is Dante. I heard through the grapevine that he likes to play lots of games with you, much bolder ones than even we used to play. Is he really that much better? Or is the pay that good?”

She wanted to slap that smug look off his face, but she was frozen in shock. Not only had he insulted both her and Dante, but he seemed to know way too much about her personal life. Had he turned into some kind of crazy stalker since she left him?

“You’re completely sick, Winslow, and I don’t know what I ever saw in you. I am not coming back to work, and I am certainly not coming back to you on a personal basis. I am done, and if you don’t stop harassing me I will find a way to take legal action against you. A restraining order, or whatever. I have the right to my privacy and my peace, both of which you are violating. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’m late for work.”

Cynthia practically ran to the elevator and jumped in with a bunch of other people punching the button for the ground floor like her life depended on it. She pulled her phone out and began to text Dante. She didn’t want to disturb his meeting, but she had to make him aware of the situation.

Winslow is crazy, but maybe I finally got through to him. If not I really just want a restraining order or something. He knew things about my job, about me and you. It’s scary and sick. I’m sorry for all this drama. I’m headed to work now.

She slammed her car door shut after climbing in and started the engine, but she didn’t drive off immediately. She needed to breathe and calm down first. Her heart was racing, and she was in a panicked state. She never should have tried to convince Winslow to leave her alone. What if it just made things worse? She should have just called the police and let them handle it.

She closed her eyes and made her breathing even, knowing that Dante was certain to have an idea of what to do about this problem, and it would all be okay soon. All she had to do was get to him.