Very Bad Billionaires (12 page)

Chapter 11

FRANCESCA

We have to sit through lunch with my father for two freaking hours until he finally lets us go. He takes us to The Four Seasons, which we're both underdressed for, but there's no talking Dad out of something when he's decided ... as has been proven over and over again today.

But my Dad's presence doesn't stop Kaiden from playing footsie with me under the table, and I keep blushing as hit foot brushes up against mine.

Finally, my father says goodbye, but not before giving us both stern looks. And then, mercifully, Kaiden and I are left to ourselves.

"Hey," he says softly.

"Hi," I reply with a light flush of my cheeks, and then we just grin stupidly at each other while an awkward pause descend. "So ... you want to go back to my place?"

"I have a better idea," he says with a cheeky grin. He pulls something out of his pocket and dangles a hotel key in front of my eyes.

"What ... when did you get that?" I ask hesitantly.

"I went to the bathroom, remember?" he says, his voice promising something much more interesting once we get to room 521. "So ... want to come with me?"

I think it through for a split second, but I'm already laughing and nodding at the same time. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the elevators in the corner of the hall.

We try to be civil as we wait for the lift to get to the lobby, and then we quickly go inside, Kaiden blocking the entrance with his body so no one else can get in.

"Oh, so sorry! No place left in here, my apologies," he says in a fake Australian accent and I have to fight back my laughter until the elevator door closes.

But as soon as that happens, I realize we're finally alone ... and we're going to do something I've wanted to happen since I first set eyes on Kaiden on our double date, as much as I tried to deny it.

He comes closer to me slowly, hesitantly. And finally, he pulls me closer, crushing our bodies together. I can feel his hardness through his jeans and it makes me instantly wet.

"Fuck, Francesca," he whispers in my ear hoarsely. "I've been waiting for this for too long."

"It' been a month," I say, smiling softly against his ear. "Are you
that
impatient?"

His hands find my ass and he lifts me up suddenly as I shriek with surprise. "When it comes to you?" he asks me, gently biting my ear lobe. "Definitely."

***

We get to our hotel room, laughing nervously as we enter. Kaiden has to try the key card three times before we finally manage to get in, and we're in a beautiful hotel room.

Looking at each other nervously, I only have a split second to realize this is actually happening. I'm finally here with him ... and I know I'll let him have all of me right here, right now.

Tentatively, I step towards him and he wraps his arms around my body so softly, like I'm made out of porcelain. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he whispers softly in my ear.

I giggle, and he looks at me with surprise in his eyes.

"You've got to be kidding, Kaiden," I say. "I've been waiting for this for a month and I'm not about to-"

He silences me with a long, hard kiss. It's demanding more, more and more out of me, draining me of any complaints and banter I might've thought I had in me.

I whisper his name against his lips and he takes my hand, slowly guiding me toward the king size bed in the middle of the bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling closer, his hands resting on my hips.

Our eyes lock together and his gaze asks me whether it's okay to go on. I give a small nod of my head and accompany it with a smile, and slowly, he slides my skirt down, revealing my naked legs and the silk lace thong I'm wearing.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. "You're perfection from top to bottom, aren't you?"

I blush lightly and help him take my skirt off, and then my top follows until I'm standing in front of him in just lingerie. He drinks me in like I'm a sight to behold, so I cover my body self-consciously.

"Not fair," I complain. "I need to see you too ..."

He grins widely, obeying my request immediately. He gets up from the bed, raising his hands, and I pull of his shirt, my body rubbing against his rock hard chest.

He's chiseled to perfection, his abs packed and muscular, his shoulders broad, the muscles in his arms flexing as he throws his shirt on the floor.

With trembling fingers, I reach for his jeans, undoing the button and the zipper. I look into his eyes and my heart skips a beat as he takes my hand and helps me pull them down.

His boxers are straining against his hardness, and I can't help but gasp lightly when I see how big he is. It's my first time getting a good look at him ... and I can't quite look away.

"Come here, beautiful," he beckons me over, and I crash my body against his, landing on top of him on the bed, the situation reminding me of what happened in his bedroom.

I immediately feel myself growing wet for him, already for his thick cock, even though it's not even out of his boxers yet.

He kisses my collarbone, his kisses light and fleeting, driving me insane with the want for more. Kaiden slides a bra strap off my shoulder and I moan when his lips hit the sensitive area of my décolletage.

"Lower," I beg in a raspy voice.

His lips move slowly to my bra cup, moving just above the fabric. "Here?" he teases me, licking slowly at the sensitive spot.

"Lower," I beg again, trembling with the expectation of his lips on my breasts.

He moves my bra out of the way, unsnapping it in a split second and throwing it on the floor. He looks right into my eyes as his lips find my pebbled nipple, taking it in his mouth.

"Feels good?" he asks me, lapping at my hardened buds.

I moan in response, pressing my body against him, until I'm straddling him. I feel his cock stirring underneath us, so long and thick I wonder how it will even fit inside me.

And then I can't take it any longer, so I slide down until my lips come to rest just where his boxers end.

Kaiden looks at me with surprise and I grin wickedly before stripping him of his underwear. His cock immediately springs to attention, just as big as it looked through his boxers. I can't hold back any longer.

Lowering my lips on his tip, I take him in my mouth and suck lightly as he moans, calling my name and asking me to go on. I lick the underside of his dick while my fingers caress his balls lightly, and I can feel him growing right there in my mouth.

"Can I go deeper?" he asks softly, his voice trembling, and I give him a nod with my mouth full of cock. With a groan, he pushes his length deep inside my mouth, deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

I almost gag, but it feels so damn good I can't stop myself from sucking him, taking his whole length deep in my throat.

"Look at me, Francesca," he groans, and I do what he asks me, my eyes finding his as I take him in my mouth. He groans again, gripping the bed sheets as I lick him over and over again, driving both of us insane.

"I can't," he finally moans out loud and pulls me up, crushing our mouths together in a passionate kiss. "I have to have you now," he admits when we finally come up for air.

He positions me on top of him, poising his tip at my dripping wet entrance, and I moan softly, wanting him deep inside me. But he won't let me move, making me stay a few inches above him until I'm gasping, begging him to let me lower my body.

Then, he finally releases me, aiming the tip of his cock at my pussy, and I slowly lower myself on him. When he enters me, I gasp, a flurry of emotions filling my mind and body.

I never thought it could be this good.

I ride Kaiden slowly, but taking him deeper with each thrust of his hips. We never look away from one another, our eyes caught in a never-ending play of wits.

I move up, making him almost slide out of my pussy.

"Don't," he groans. "Ride me hard, Francesca."

After a second, I obey him, grinning widely at him as his cock slides back inside of me and we both groan with the pure pleasure of the sensation.

He's so thick and long I was worried he would fit, but my pussy stretches for him, making him feel welcome deep inside of me.

I lower my head until our lips meet, kissing him like there's nothing left for me to do in the world.

His hands find my ass and he helps me ride him, our moans and groans becoming one as we melt into one another. I can feel the pleasure bubbling up inside of me, and I know I won't be able to last much longer.

"Please," I beg against his lips. "I need you to come, so I can, too ..."

It's like my words send him over the edge and he pounds deeper, calling my name with each thrust of his hips. And then I we lock eyes again, and neither of us can hold back any longer.

I come with a cry of his name and he buries his face in my breasts, biting down on me gently to stop him from cursing out loud as he releases his hot seed inside me.

"Baby," he moans. "Oh, fuck, Francesca ... You're perfect. You're ..."

I kiss him right on the lips, playfully tugging on his bottom lip, my heart still pounding. "I'm the girl you tripped and broke her heel," I tease him, but he shuts me up with another kiss.

He rolls me over, positioning himself over my body, both of our hearts pounding, our eyes locked in a fight of wits again.

"You're the girl I fell in love with as soon as I laid eyes on you," he says softly. "You're the girl I see myself loving for the rest of my life."

Then we make love again, and again, and again ...

And for the first time in my life, I know I'm not fucking.

I'm making love to the man of my dreams.

Epilogue

KAIDEN

1 year later

I'm nervous. I've been planning this for the better part of the year, though you could argue it's been in the works since I first met my beautiful Francesca.

The past year has been a blur of happiness. I've never felt this way before, never been this blissfully unaware of anything but my bride-to-be.

As I stand in front of the altar and wait for her to walk down the aisle, my mind replays all the beautiful moments we've shared together.
The way her lips curl slightly upward whenever we catch glances of each other in the same room.

How her hips sway when she moves from one place to another.

Her lips, finally not pouting, telling me she loves me and always will.

It's the little things, but then again, it's the big ones, too.

Like how she said yes to my proposal only two months after we met, standing on the Eiffel tower.

And how she cried for hours when she realized her wedding dress wouldn't fit her now that she's pregnant, but then it all disappeared when I took her in my arms.

The moment when I first saw my baby daughter on an ultrasound screen.

Francesca confessing she's scared of being a mother, but at the same time, she can't wait to meet our little girl.

And then her father's face when we told him, initially so angry, but then that moment happened when his face got overwhelmed by a smile, knowing he would be a granddad.

My mother, reluctant to have another kid in the family at first, but being caught crying of happiness in the kitchen in the next few minutes.

This is my life now, and it could not be more perfect.

Every night when I touch my bride's rounded belly, I thank my lucky stars I went on that double date. Damn unplanned pregnancies, damn everyone who thought we couldn't make it. Damn Cristiano, and damn them all.

Because as my Francesca walks down the aisle, she's all I see, the glow around her making her look even more ethereally beautiful than usual.

A slow smile spreads across my face, and happiness swells my heart to triple its size.

This isn't the end.

It's just the beginning.

THE END

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Interview

Jalicia

I am holding my padfolio with a death grip. I try to take some deep, calming breaths, but they aren't working. My heart is beating faster than normal. I'm six months out of college now, and I need to start repaying my student loans. It seemed easy enough to get money from the government to pay for school. I regret taking the money to go to Cancun now. Funny how having six figures of college debt changes your perspective. Thank goodness that my mom still has me on her health insurance until I turn 26, or I definitely wouldn't have coverage.

I mentally tally how much food is in my pantry. I have a five-pound bag of rice, and I thank last month's Jalicia for thinking ahead that much. My $20 rice cooker is going to be making my meals until I get a job.

That’s why I am here today. I got an email from Aurelia Easton to show up at 9 AM sharp. I threw together my interview clothes — nice navy blue dress, Jimmy Choo heels from an earlier time, blazer — and I got here at 8:30 AM. I need this job if I want to eat anything with meat in it any time soon.

My ankles are crossed, and I already checked in with the receptionist. I have a visitor’s badge on my blazer. I look in the mirror to my left to practice my smile.

“Jalicia Kingston?”

I whip my head around and smile. There’s a very pretty girl with a folder in her hand. The front of it has my name on a little blue label.

“Here!”

I put my best foot forward, and she shakes my hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” Oh gosh, I hope that she likes me.

"We're on the fifth floor." I follow her as she walks toward a bank of sleek elevators. The inside of the elevators are gilded. There are shiny mirrors that reflect us back. Aurelia is a tall, graceful dark-skinned lady with a smile featuring perfectly applied lipstick in a shade perfect for her skin tone. Her hair is twisted together in a French bun, and she's the picture of corporate America.

I'm standing next to her, a bit more nervous, hair frizzing a tiny bit. I change my face so I don't look so desperate to get this job. She's really nice, though which goes a long way towards helping me feel better.

"In here." She gestures with her hand for me to go first. We're inside of a really beautifully decorated conference room.

"Is that a box of Legos?"

"Yeah. Some of the devs like to play with Legos during meetings. It helps them concentrate better. Otherwise, they don't remember a thing."

"That sounds really fun." I set down my padfolio, and Aurelia takes the seat next to me.

"So, tell me a little about yourself."

I wipe my palms on my dress. Gosh, I hope the sweat doesn't show up. My fingers are shaking. "Well, I worked in Quality Assurance for a government contractor out in Virginia for a summer internship, so I'm familiar with manual QA for websites and databases. I can set up relational databases and write queries and all that. When I left, we were talking about training me in Oracle."

"I've read your resume. You have very good grades."

I nod.

"Can you talk to me about your leadership experience?"

"Yes. I ran a small student newspaper for a few years of college. I started out as just an editor, and later I became the editor-in-chief."

"What kind of stories did you have in your newspaper?"

"Just some political stuff." Oh gosh. Oh gosh. I'm so liberal, and I'm writhing inside because you're never supposed to talk about religion or politics. And this is a job interview.

"Really? My degree is in journalism, actually."

Saved! "That's really cool. How did you end up here?"

She blinks rapidly, then she says, "The founder is a friend of mine. I was working at  the local paper, writing sports stories and hating it. It sounds a lot better than the reality. T-minus was starting to gain some traction with Star, and so he asked me to come on board. I was originally in charge of his PR and marketing, though he has actual people for that now. At the very beginning inside of companies, you get jacks of all trades. So I did a little of everything, including his QA. This is the part that I enjoy the most, strangely enough, not what I went to school for."

"Do you do any automated testing?"

"Yes, but that's more the wheelhouse of the people who had prior experience with that in other jobs. Our job is the manual side, just because there is stuff that slips through when you do automated testing."

I nod. That's the reason why I even work as I do. "So what does a typical day look like for you?"

"For a QAer? Probably looking at your development logs, prioritizing which logs need to be released the soonest, then working on that. We still have some of that startup mentality. If you don't have too many logs on your plate, then you'll be asked to pitch in on other things."

"What other things?"

"Well, for example, I'm part of our Spanish localization team."

"What is localization?"

"It's where you have a translated version for different customers. It sounds a lot fancier than it is. We tend to call it L10N. It's a dev thing. Because there's a rising base of Latino consumers, we're trying to accommodate our customers' needs to cater to whatever the Latino consumers need."

"That makes sense, especially as Star is an international business."

She nods. "Payment processing is a pretty universal need."

"What kind of schedule do you keep?" I feel a little bad for monopolizing the conversation, but Aurelia is being very accommodating so far, so I guess I'll just keep pushing the envelope a little bit.

"We have a 32-hour schedule like Treehouse does."

"Thirty-two hours! Wow! What?"

"We have every Friday off. We work 8 hours a day on normal weekdays, with an adequate lunch. We also allow working from home. If you want to go to your kid's soccer game and finish up work at night, we allow that."

"Wow! That wasn't on the website."

"We find that it is a pretty big selling point. Most of all, we play it as a trump card when convincing new hires to join our team."

"Where do I sign up?"

We both laugh.

"You know what? Normally we have to go through a scoring process, and we'd have more approvals that we'd need to go through in order to hire you. T-minus has a reputation for being a hardass and a playboy, but he definitely allows leeway for extraordinary hires, and I think that you're going to fall into that category. I'm going to give you a card to go straight to Go, collect $200. How would you like to work on a sample project this afternoon? We'd pay you for your work."

I have no idea who T-minus is. I’m too nervous to ask. I think about the 5-pound bag of rice I have in my pantry. "Yes."

"Awesome. Just let me send a really quick email. I have a spare computer set up in my office for testing Safari on a Mac, so I think we could just get you going on that." She's standing up and typing on her iPhone at the same time. "Come on."