The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (37 page)

"Not this again Melissa, please. I already
told you I warned him to keep his hands off her."

She was frantically dialing her phone.

"That won't work out here, we're in the
middle of nowhere."

She dived for the fixed line phone next the
bed.

"That only goes to reception."

"They can patch me through to Hong Kong."

"Where it's the middle of the night."

"And where your brother is banging my
sister."

"So what if he is? He's a good guy and she's
a good kid--"

"Good
kid
, that's exactly it Jason;
she's a just a kid and he's a renowned… sexual predator for
Christ's sake. Come on, goddamn it, why aren't they picking
up?"

"She's twenty-one years of age Melissa, and
Zach is not a predator or any kind. I'm telling you, now that he
won't lay a finger on her. Put the phone down and come back here so
this brother can bang Suzy's older sister again."

Melissa put the phone down and walked across
the bed on her knees. A promising smirk came to her face, eliciting
a huge, sexy smile of anticipation from Jason.

"That's more like it." He said, put his hands
to her naked waist and drew her to him. At the same time she put
one hand around his massive, quivering shaft and the other to his
well-hung sack.

"Ahhhh." He said with satisfied delight. She
squeezed harder and he began to grimace slightly as the pressure
increased.

"It's good Melissa, but no more, that's tight
enough." She squeezed harder. "Melissa, come on--"

"Come on nothing. If you ever want to use
these things again then we are heading to Hong Kong today. Right
now. Unless you want to go back to cruising for gold digging bimbos
in Manhattan with a broken cock and a pair of crushed balls.

He thought about it for a moment. Her hands
felt good where they were but he needed more. If she was going to
withhold then he would need to take desperate measures. She
squeezed a little harder.

"Okay, okay, it's enough. Get dressed, get
packed, we'll be on the jet in an hour and you can start mothering
your little sister again as soon as we have cell phone
coverage."

"One more thing." Melissa said, taking
advantage of his compliant mood.

"You're pushing it." He said, but she knew he
was loving every moment.

"I'm tired of you holding out on your
father-son issues."

"I told you I don’t want to talk about it.
Not yet. It's no longer an issue anyway, you cured me, so can we
please just forget about it? I'll talk about it when I'm ready to
talk about it."

She tightened her grip on his junk and kissed
his broad chest. It had been hard to hold herself back from
devouring him, but then again, it would be a long flight to Hong
Kong on Jason's Gulf Stream jet and he had been holding out for six
months on the real reasons why he had tried to ruin Demovic by
giving it all away to charity. His withholding was beginning to
affect their relationship. She was done psychoanalyzing and ready
to begin ball-busting.

"Take all the time you need honey." She said.
"As soon as you're ready to fuck again, just let me know. I'll be
all ears."

********************

The day had turned out to be a whole lot
longer than Suzy expected and a whole lot more confusing. Zachary
had taken her along everywhere and she had met dozens of people who
seemed important but who she had virtually nothing to say to. They
were all very charming to her, but distant, as though they knew
what was in store for her. She had even overheard one American
woman in their Hong Kong office muttering something about not
bothering to get to know Zach's new PA because they would never get
to meet her again anyway.

She also found herself to be almost
unbearably jealous towards him. The women they were meeting were
all so impossibly slim, elegant, multi-lingual and in her eyes
seemed to be just throwing themselves in front of him like virgin
sacrifices to some kind of God.

She hated them, hated herself for hating them
and hated Zachary for obviously taking so much pleasure in their
company. It turned out that he spoke pretty passable Chinese as
well,
of course
, so for long periods of time Suzy was locked
out of the conversation and had to endure the floating giggles and
infuriatingly suggestive laughter of the exotic women that
surrounded them everywhere.

By the time their entourage of corporate and
security personal returned to the hotel she was exhausted and
seething with confused rage. Eventually goodbyes were said to
Demovic staff members and delegates from the Hong Kong client
company. Zach and her entered the lift to go to their suite with
two members of security and one persistent but impossibly beautiful
Chinese woman. Suzy gave her a tense smile to signal to her that
the night was over and a burly security guard barred her way with
one thick forearm.

"Wait." Zachary said. He pushed the guard out
of the way and stepped out of the lift. "You go on upstairs, I'll
be there in a moment." The security guard hesitated but knew better
than to question Zachary Demovic. He stood back.

"Are you going to fuck her?"

The words came out of nowhere, like a
wrecking ball, and it was as if the world had stopped. Even the
huge, taciturn, impenetrable security guards turned to look at the
being who dared to utter such blasphemy. The beautiful Asian
woman's delicate, tapering chin fell open, just for a moment.
Suzy's own brain reeled.

"Uh, I mean…" Suzy drew a blank. What the
hell else could that have meant?

Zachary didn’t say a word. He nodded for the
security guards to continue on upstairs.

"Good night Ms. Price." The Chinese woman
said. "So nice to meet you."

There was a stunned silence in the lift as it
flew to the penthouse floor. Suzy felt like crying. Her first job.
A favor from her sister and Jason; from a man she loved like the
perfect older brother she'd never had.

And she was screwing it all up. Zach had
perfect grounds to fire her now. The decision to stay or go was out
of her control.

As the security team let her into the suite
the largest of them paused.

"You got one hell of a pair on you Ms.
Price." He said. "Just you be careful how you go now. I can't
believe Zach just let you get away with that. You be careful. Any
trouble, you know how to reach me."

She nodded her head, still speechless at her
own gigantic faux pas and went inside.

"What the hell do I do now?" She asked
herself. "I need help." She took out her phone to call Bella and
was shocked to see a series of voicemails and text messages from
both Bella and her sister Melissa. She had put her phone on silent
as requested by Zachary and been so involved in what was going on
together with her own insane jealousy throughout the day that she
hadn't checked her phone even once.

Her sister was on her way there.

She couldn't believe it.

Melissa; acting like some insanely
overprotective mom yet again. It was no wonder she had never
mentioned her mini-crush on Kyle the delivery guy to her-- she
would have been all over him every time he came to the door if she
had.

The texts from her were increasingly crazy,
warning her again and again about Zachary, about how he used women,
how he had no regard for his PAs, how he went through them one
after the other. First she was warning her, then threatening her,
then apologizing for ever having put her in this position.

The rebel in her felt like going straight to
Zach's bedroom, stripping off buck naked and then waiting for him
to fuck her in his bed just to spite her controlling older
sister.

Bella's texts were a different matter. They
were all about Kyle, about how she had been totally right all
along, how the guy was crazy into her, how he would do
anything
for her. The final text from Bella included his
number and insisted that she call him to discuss the situation
directly.

This was all getting too crazy.

From years of impossibly dry weather,
suddenly it was raining men. What the hell could that cute guy
possibly have to say to her? Sure they had exchanged smiles and
greetings over the last few months but it had never been anything
more than that. Apart from her alone time fantasies when she
imagined all kinds of funky stuff taking place as a result of some
innocent package being delivered to her door.

She hardly dared check her voicemails, she
would have to get through all her sisters mad ravings to get to
whatever that cute guy wanted to say to her. She hit the button for
voicemail just as the door opened behind her. The same inexplicable
wave of conflicting emotions mixed with raw sexuality swept over
her.

She put the phone back into her pocket and
listened, trembling in anticipation as the heavy footsteps
approached. She could hear his breath behind her, deep, and
rhythmic. She trembled as his hand came onto her shoulder, turning
her gently around.

She looked up at him half defiantly and half
contritely, like a rebellious but remorseful little girl. She had
no idea what she wanted to say or do and his serious, impassive,
crazily handsome face gave nothing away. She looked at his tousled
hair and imagined that woman running her slender fingers through
his dark locks.

Bitch.
She thought.
Who does she
think she is?
The strength of her emotion brought her to words
again.

"Go ahead and fire me then." She said, as
though it would be the most unjust act in the world. "I'm sure I
deserve it. Who was she anyway? The president of the company whose
business you're looking for? The Governor of Hong Kong's daughter?
Don't worry about Melissa or Jason, I'll tell them it was all my
fault. You win, you must be thrilled. The billionaire outsmarts the
silly little girl trying to prove herself in her first real job.
You should be proud of yourself."

He didn't say a word but continued to look at
her. Suzy had never felt so naked before any human being in her
whole life, but being naked didn't mean she couldn’t fight back. He
may have won but she wasn't going let it beat her down-- she would
be stronger as a result and her next job would be a new and
different experience.

"Well?" She challenged. "Are you just going
to stand there gloating or are you going to say anything?"

"I don't know." He replied. "Do you have any
more rope there to hang yourself with or are you finally done?" A
smug and annoyingly sexy grin slowly creased his handsome face.
Suzy wanted to punch him in the kisser and then eat him alive
afterwards, the damn sexy bastard.

"There's nothing else." She said. "Your
turn."

"So are you quitting?" He said calmly.

"I'm not quitting, I'm being fired."

"Who said anything about being fired?"

"I just asked you if a client was going to…
to…" the crude word stuck in her throat. The truth was the she
didn't use foul language much at all and she didn't know where the
outburst had sprung from.

"To fuck her?" He supplied the missing words,
cutting her to the bone. Like it or not she was in a conversation
with him about 'fucking' people. Fucking other women to be
specific.

"Yes. That's what I said alright. I'd say
that's a pretty good grounds for letting someone go, wouldn't
you?"

"Then just say the word Suzy; tell me you
quit now and it’s all over. You’re on a first class flight out of
here and back to your safe little world in your messy little
apartment in Queens.

"If I'm being canned then why don't
you
just say the word."

"You screwed up big time." He said. "You have
no idea what that could have cost me."

"So fire me. I'm waiting for it. Have your
fantasy Donald Trump moment and get it over with."

He smiled despite himself. This crazy girl
was truly one in a million. If he had set out to find one like her
it would have cost him a fortune.

"I've got more money than Donald. He wishes
he had the power and wealth that I've got. Not to mention the
hair."

The arrogance was almost too much for
her.

"Come on." She shouted. "What are you waiting
for? It's time to make your mind up, fire me or f--"

"Or what? Fuck you?"

She took an involuntary step back. He had
said it. This was real. This was happening.

"Fire me or, or.. or find a way to work with
me you asshole." She whispered, livid with incoherent emotion.

He was provoking her, testing her, taunting
her and God how she wanted to climb up on top of him--'jump his
bones' as Bella put it--and try him out; see if he could put his
money where his mouth was and prove he was as good as he thought he
was.

But then again, how would she even know the
difference?

"Silly me." He said without batting an
eyelid. "Of course that's what you meant. I'll just have to find a
way to work with you then as the other option clearly isn't up for
discussion."

"So you're
not
going to fire me? How
does that work? I get to do whatever I want until you've 'had' me
like all your other PAs? Is that how this works?"

"I have no idea what you're referring to
Suzy, however, here is the problem. I would gladly fire you except
that I have no legal grounds. That woman wasn't a client, she's a
woman I went to college with in the US. I've known her since before
the Demovic corporation even existed. I know her parents as well.
She's an ex-girlfriend from way, way back so suggesting that I fuck
her isn't really such a terrible idea. Unfortunately however, we
are just friends."

"I thought that wasn't possible for you;
being friends with a woman."

"Me?" He said. "I have many female
friends."

"You mean 'booty friends' or whatever it is
you call them."