The Billionaire's Sextape: An Adult Billionaire Romance (3 page)

              “Handcuffs?” she asked him, and he grinned back. Of course he had handcuffs. He was obviously the type of guy who would have handcuffs. He fetched them and then handcuffed her to the bed, making sure that the camera was getting all of it. Then he climbed on top of her and proceeded to have the best sex he’d had in his life. Afterwards, he uncuffed her, switched off the camera, and lay next to her.

              “You’re amazing, Lilah. Lilah who? I don’t even know your surname.”

              “Delilah Turner.”

              “Delilah. Beautiful. Would you like some coffee?” James wasn’t even sure why he’d asked her that. He thought about Elton and wondered how his coffee date had gone.

              “Thank you, James. Actually, I’d love some. I’ll come help you.” She got changed and walked with him to the kitchen. He made her coffee, and the two of them sat in the living room, drinking their coffee and chatting. It was nice. She was very easy to talk to.

              “Well, thanks for not making this awkward, Lilah. Do you prefer Lilah or Delilah?”

She smiled, “I’m not a fan of awkward. Plus, you’re easy to talk to, James. I don’t mind either name. Whatever you prefer.”

              “Both are lovely. I’m just James.”

              “Really? I knew a James once and people called him Jimmy – which I never understood.”

              “Thankfully that didn’t happen to me. I’m just James.”

Lilah stood up and smiled at him. “Well,
Just James,
it was lovely to meet you. Thank you for the coffee.” James suddenly didn’t want her to go. He had so much more that he wanted to ask her. But, of course, this was her job, and she had probably done something like this a million times before. He offered to call her a cab, but she insisted on walking.

              “Are you sure? It’s really late.”

              “I don’t live too far. I’m sure. Like I said, I love walking.”

James wasn’t sure whether or not he should kiss her goodbye, but she started walking out before he even got the chance to think any more of it. She turned around to wave goodbye again and then she was gone.

James walked over to the living room and flopped onto the couch. Only a few hours ago he had been sitting on that very couch, watching a western movie with his friends and gearing himself up for a boring night.

Instead, he had just experienced one of the best nights of his life. He smiled. He’d been to strip clubs before, but he’d never taken a stripper home with him. He was certainly going to have to do that again. He thought of the video camera and grinned.

I’ve got a way better idea for a movie, he said to himself as he went to fetch the camera and started to hook it up to the TV. A way better movie.

Chapter2

“Hello, James boy, come in. Your dad is still in his office but he’ll be out soon. You know what it’s like – work, work, work. I can’t drag him away.”

James looked at Martha and smiled. He reached out his hand for her, and she laughed and pulled him in for a hug.

“You really going to try come and shake my hand, James boy? You know I love hugs. Silly boy. You haven’t been gone that long for me to forget who you are. Remember, I have known you most of your life. You’re still a child in my eyes. You’ll always be to me.”

James laughed as Martha hugged him so hard he thought he might pop a lung. He always tried to mess with her when he came to visit his father. Growing up without a mother, James hadn’t had many women in his life. Martha had been the most prominent female character.

She’d been hired as a cleaner, but she ended up being so good at looking after James that his father had paid her extra to take care of him. Soon, they’d hired another cleaner, and Martha became his full-time caregiver and family cook, Because, as they also found out, she was brilliant in the kitchen.

Over the years, they had employed many staff members, but throughout them all, Martha had stayed. Even when James didn’t need a caregiver anymore, and even when he left the house for good, Martha continued to stay on. She probably spent all her time now just cooking and doing her own thing, but James knew that she would never leave. They simply didn’t want her to. She was part of the family.

Martha was round. It was hard to describe her in any other way. It might seem like an insult, but it wasn’t. She was wonderfully round. She provided the best hugs in the whole world. Her accent was a slight mixture of American, English, and Jamaican, and none of them could figure out why. They’d asked her before -- she’d just laughed and said she’d watched too much television.

But one time she’d said that she had lived in Jamaica before, and another time she’d said she had never been to Jamaica in her life. They had no idea why she sounded the way she did. But James didn’t mind. It made Martha who she was. She was uniquely herself and someone that he’d always love.

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              “I know! I was just kidding, Martha. You know I live for those hugs. Did you go to hug school or something?” he teased.

              “Hug school? Oh James, you’re such a flirt. Look at you – every time I see you I cannot believe how much better looking you’ve gotten from the last time. And every time I think it’s not possible for you to get better looking. And you do. You need to stop now.

You’re just like your dad – too good-looking for your own good. But the only difference is that he doesn’t know he’s good-looking. You do. I hope you’re not breaking too many girls’ hearts with those beautiful eyes of yours?”

              “No girls at all! You know I only have eyes for you,” he lied and teased.

              “Oh, I don’t believe that one bit. I think it’s a case of too many girls. Now, don’t go messing about with them too much, you hear me?  You want to keep your reputation intact for when you do find the perfect woman, okay? We’ve had this discussion many times before, and my opinion hasn’t changed. You promise me?”

              “Okay!” he promised her. But deep down, he knew that he had no intention of doing such a thing. Martha had spoken to him many times about settling down and finding the right woman. But for now he was only twenty-five, and he enjoyed the fact that he could no longer count the number of women he’d slept with on both his hands.

He had them falling at his feet. It was just too easy. And while he would never admit it to Martha, he had to admit it to himself – he loved how easy it was. Who wouldn’t?

              “Now, what can I get you to drink?” she asked, clapping her hands together. She loved nothing more than doting on him.

              “Vodka and coke would be great.”

Martha looked at him. “Orange juice, you say? Coming right up.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. An orange juice actually sounded great. While Martha went to get him a drink, James walked inside the house that was once his own. If Lilah had thought his house was impressive, he wondered what she would think of this one.

His father had been talking about scaling down for years now, but James kept telling him not to. This house was everything that he wanted to one day aspire to. It was huge – possibly too big than was necessary – but James didn’t care about that. He could only imagine what the girls would say when he took them back to this house if he owned it. He could probably have a girl in each corner of the house without them ever bumping into each other.

Of course, there were no hidden women in his father’s house. A big portion of the house had been turned into offices where many of his father’s employees came to work. It only made sense to do something with all this space instead of letting it gather dust.

But the downstairs section was still the home. It comprised of his father’s bedroom, three spare rooms (of which one used to be his), the large living room, the kitchen, two bathrooms, and Martha’s room. James had been to enough of his friends’ homes to know that a house this size was not considered normal – even though he had grown up thinking this was how the rest of the world lived.

But despite all of his fame and fortune, his father was probably one of the most down-to-earth and stable men he knew. He was the complete opposite of James, although James put it down to the age difference. He was almost certain that his father must’ve been like him when he was younger.

When he really thought about it, though, he knew that his dad actually probably hadn’t been much like him even then. His father hadn’t been rich growing up. He’d come from a poor family, and  grown up with the idea in his head that one day he would live a different life. He had created his fortune all by himself.

In the living room, James spotted a magazine with his father’s face on the front. The photo was in black and white and showed him holding a cup of coffee and staring out the window. His father was handsome, even after all these years. The words ‘Jason Elton – Entrepreneurial Genius’ were splashed over the top of the magazine.

              “James!”

James turned around and saw his father. At the same time, Martha walked in and handed them both a drink. An orange juice for James and a glass of wine for his father. She refused to believe that James was now an adult.

              “You two sit down. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

              “Thanks, Martha!”

James sat down and held up the magazine. “Entrepreneurial genius, huh?”

His father dismissed it, “Well, they have to say something catchy to get people to read it. After all, I’m old news now.”

              “Dad, you’ll never be old news.” James had always been slightly in awe of his father, who had done more in his life than most people his age. He’d started his own company when he was only twenty-one-years old and sold it for millions when he was twenty-five.

By the time he reached thirty, he had invested in around ten highly successful companies, and by the time he was forty, he was a billionaire. He was always busy, and he never stopped creating new and exciting ideas. James could never understand how his father managed to do so much with so little time, yet he did. And he did it well.

              “I’ll just be old then.”

              “I think you may prove us all wrong and end up living forever. I wouldn’t put it past you, to be honest.”

James’ father laughed, “I knew I had you for a reason. Keep coming with the compliments. I’ve been feeling far too old lately. So, James, how have you been? Have you given any more thought to what you want to do?” James had been promising his father for years that he was going to figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

His father had been very easy with him, and James was sure it was because his mother had died when he was little. At that time, his  his father  became  very soft with him, and he always did everything to make sure that James was happy.

James was well aware that he had taken advantage of the situation, but it was hard not to. He’d been working on and off for his father since he finished school. It was  mostly  just a few hours here and there. His father paid him more than he would be getting paid anywhere else, and he hardly worked at all.

He kept promising his father that one day he would figure out what it was that he wanted with his life. But the truth was that he barely gave it any thought at all. Especially since, on the day of his twenty-fifth birthday, the money that his father had been putting away for him since his birth had finally been released to him.

James was now a billionaire without ever having to work for it. Deep down, he wondered why he ever had to work again. Of course, he never told his father that.

              “I’ve been good, dad. I’ve been thinking about it. I have a few ideas, but right now I don’t want to start anything that I’m not completely sold on. I think I’d make a good businessman, though, don’t you think?” He flashed his father a big, toothy grin.

His father laughed, “James, you’d certainly
look
the part. But you can’t just be a businessman. You have to actually specialize in something. What are you most passionate about? That’s what you have to look at.”

I’m passionate about women and having fun,
James thought immediately. He looked at his glass of orange juice as if pretending to be giving it a lot of thought. Then he looked up, “I don’t know, dad. Do you think I’ll ever know?”

              “Of course you will. You’ll find your path. But you must be willing to work hard at it. To make it happen. I know you have that drive in you. I have always believed in you. Now, I hope you’re not going out and going crazy every night? I know you’re young, and I know you have money now – but you must also think about your future.”

              “I’m not. I mean, I am going out. Of course I am. I’m still young, like you say. But I’m not going crazy.”
Again, more lies.

              “Good. And have you met anyone lately?”

              “No. I’ve just been hanging out with the boys.”

              “The boys! How are Elton, Marco, and Tom doing these days?” James had been friends with them for so long. They knew his father well and used to come over to the house often. Of course, they loved coming over to his house. James always had the best of everything, and his dad let him do whatever he wanted.

              “They’re good. Elton actually asked that waitress out that he’s been going on about for so long. Which reminds me, I need to call him tomorrow to find out how it went. But otherwise, they’re all good.”

              “You must bring them over for dinner next time. I’d love to see them.”

              “I will. They’d love to come over. They know that Martha still cooks better than anyone they know.”

James sat with his father for the next half hour, just talking, and he felt a strange feeling of sadness come over him. His dad spoke mostly about his business, and James knew that it was because he had nothing else to really speak about. Since James had left the house, the only thing his father had done was work.

James had asked him once if he would ever re-marry, but his father said no and promptly changed the subject. James didn’t remember his mother very well. He was only eight years old when she died. When he did think about her, he mostly thought of the photos he had looked at growing up.

The one thing he knew for sure was that his father was completely in love with her. To the point where once she had died, he had sworn never to be with another woman ever again – and to this day he still felt the same way.

James wished that his father would meet someone, but he knew that it would never happen. Instead, his company had become everything to him. He had more money than he even knew what to do with, and he paid his staff generously. He was well-respected and well-loved by everyone.

James tried to come over for dinner at least once a week. Lately,  it was starting to get more difficult. Simply put, it was because James felt guilty about the fact that his father was working so hard and he was  partying so hard. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that it was because he was still young. His father would understand.

Martha came in and smiled at them. She always took so much pleasure in seeing the two of them together. “Okay, you two, dinner is ready. I made your favorite, James.”

              “Really? You made lasagna?” James loved everything that Martha made but when it came to lasagna, she was the queen. James refused to eat anyone else’s but hers. He still wasn’t sure what she did to make it taste so good. She always joked and said she just added love, but he was sure it had something to do with the type of cheese she used. No matter what – it was amazing.

              “Of course I did. I know you’re not making that yourself at home. Tell me the truth, James – are you cooking for yourself?”

He looked at her sheepishly. “Uh… sometimes. But mostly it’s quick food or takeout. I’m sorry, Martha – you know I’m a terrible cook.”

              “No, that’s not true. You can’t call yourself a terrible cook if you don’t even try. Now, what if I give you an easy recipe to take home? Will you at least try it?” She had her hands on her hips to prove that she meant business.