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  Heart of Money (Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Thriller)

  Lydia Sky

  Copyright, 2015, Lydia Sky

  All Rights Reserved

  Chapter 1

  I felt the lump swelling in my throat as I stared at the guy from across the bar who couldn’t take his eyes off of me. But why on earth was he looking at me? I was slightly overweight, felt ugly as could be, and hadn’t noticed a guy staring at me in years. Besides, my own best friend who happened to be sitting right beside me while slinging back shots of vodka was much prettier.

  “Jenny,” I nudged the pretty brunette at my right and nodded forward subtly at the gorgeous guy across the bar, “He keeps staring at me. Tell me I’m imagining it. Tell me he’s actually looking at you.”

  Jenny took a half glance and shook her head, a small whimpering drunk chuckle erupting from her throat, “Court… You need to build up some self-confidence. The guy ain’t looking at me, honey. He’s looking at you.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked slowly as I sipped my beer.

  “I didn’t even have to look at him for more than a second. His baby blues are aimed right in your direction. Go talk to him. Or at least wink, or something. Let him know you’re interested.”

  “In what?” I ask dumbly.

  “Him.” She slurred angrily.

  I rolled my eyes and took another swig of the beer to try and calm my nerves, but it turned out that I didn’t have to worry about building up confidence to stand up and go proclaim how hot he was, because at that very moment he stood to his feet and tromped casually over to me.

  “Hey,” He said coolly, “Can I buy you a drink?” He was smiling.

  “Sure.” I could barely speak, but somehow I managed to blurt it out.

  “What’re you having?”

  “I’ll take a shot of bourbon.”

  The handsome stranger cocked his eyebrows, “Wouldn’t have taken you for a bourbon girl. Bartender,” He motioned for the stocky short bald man behind the counter, “Stoli on the rocks and a shot of bourbon. Your finest.” He stuck a crisp hundred dollar bill in the bartender’s hands and then turned his focus back to me.

  “I’m Courtney.”

  “Brad.” He shook my hand.

  I slung the shot back, feeling the hot tang of it as it ran down my throat. Then I mustered up some courage and asked, “What do you do?”

  “I run a large internet company. Created it three years ago and now I don’t have to spend much time in the office.”

  “Wow… So you’re one of those Silicon Valley types?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Oh.”

  “A little richer than that.” He cocked his eyebrows at me and slowly drank the Stoli.

  “Wow. I mean, there are lots of rich people around here, but…”

  “Not many that hang around this neighborhood?”

  “I guess you could say that.”

  “I’m a hipster at heart.” He laughed sarcastically and slung back the remainder of his drink before sticking a hand forward, “It was nice talking to you.”

  He walked off, but not before giving me a slow wink. His tight ass looked mesmerizing and I felt butterflies swelling up in my stomach. Why was he leaving? I must’ve given him some kind of bad vibe… Or seemed disinterested in him. I glanced over at Jenny who’d been ogling the guy the entire time, her jaw hanging drunkenly and her tongue licking her big plump lips.

  “What are you waiting for bitch?” She laughed, “Go follow him.”

  And, somehow, I instinctively did just that.

  Twenty feet later I was tapping him on the back. He’d stepped outside and was walking down the wooden steps into the parking lot, the seedy neighborhood feeling positively swampy with humidity which was very unusual for Southern California.

  “Well, did you miss me that much already?” He flashed the gorgeous grin as his brow furrowed.

  “Why’d you come over to buy me a drink and just leave? You could’ve at least asked for my phone number.”

  That was out of character for me, but the thing was – I was drunk – and I was, undoubtedly, an angry drunk. Always had been, as my friends so painfully reminded me the mornings after numerous blackouts and altercations that couldn’t even be remembered on my part. What could I say? I was a woman who (at one point) loved getting wild and bar hopping. But those days were over. At this point, I was simply a light weight who was re-experiencing some of my old but familiar angry drunkenness.

  “Jesus,” Brad muttered with the same grin on his face, “I like a woman who speaks her mind. You’re blunt, to say the least.”

  “Not really, I’m just cocky when I’m drunk. And I think you should’ve asked for my number. Don’t make me the one who has to ask for yours.” I was being playful, and he was obviously liking it. He took a slow step up the stairs toward me and almost wrapped his arm around my waist before reaching into my purse and pulling out my phone. I didn’t even feel like I needed to ask what he was doing. I already knew. After a moment, he handed it back to me and winked.

  “There you go,” He said, “Say, do you need a ride?” He muttered, almost as an afterthought.

  My mind wandered from fucking this gorgeous guy, to deserting Jenny alone and drunk in the bar, and then back to fucking this gorgeous guy. I wondered how big he was. Based on the fact that he was so hot, he surely had to be compromising something. And, of course, based on the headlights that flashed as he casually unlocked his car to an exotic looking BMW, I knew he was doing good as far as money went. Small cock, that must be what it was… But I was certainly eager to find out.

  “A ride?” I asked playfully.

  “Yeah. A ride.”

  “I hope you’re not thinking you’re about to get lucky or something.” I lied.

  “I’m not worried about that.” He stared me up and down, slightly biting his lips as his eyes washed over my voluptuous cleavage. It was apparent at that moment that he had a thing for curvy girls.

  “Sure, I’ll take a ride. Let me tell my friend, I rode here with her and she might be shit out of luck if I leave her. I’ll check real quick.”

  I hurried back into the bar and saw that Jenny was swept up in drunken and lustful conversation with a handsome and well-to-do looking younger guy, probably twenty one. He was drinking water, not alcohol, unlike the rest of the bar’s fucked up patrons.

  I bit my lip, my eyes wandering back and forth from the back door where Brad waited and back to Jenny.

  Jenny will be just fine. I smiled, and left.

  Chapter 2

  His BMW was some kind of custom model he’d ordered from Germany. It was customized with a V-10 engine and the sound of it was not dissimilar from a cat’s purr – literally. We cruised down Sunset Boulevard toward where he lived, which, according to him, was Malibu. The idea of taking me home had gone out the window when I’d remembered I had gone to the bar with Jen, who also happened to be my roommate. Needless to say, I didn’t have my house keys and Jen wasn’t answering her phone. If I knew her well enough, I knew that she’d be busy fucking the well-to-do handsome guy she’d been chatting up in the bar by now.

  “I’m really sorry.” I looked over at Brad, who looked rather indifferent to the entire scenario. I almost wished he’d have looked annoyed rather than…. Like nothing.

  “Hey,” He finally smiled upon my words and looked over quickly, “Don’t worry about it… I’ve got plenty of spare bedrooms that go to no good use all the time, unless friends are visiting. Tonight, you’ll have the choice of multiple ones.” He laughed and stepped harder on the gas pedal until we w
ere flying down the neon lit late night street at seventy five miles per hour.

  I smiled, still looking at him, and then felt my heart melt. God, he was hot, and that was the purest definition of an understatement.

  After a fifteen minute drive up the coast we finally turned onto a narrow hillside street. I’d been thinking the whole drive that Brad must’ve had one of those twenty million dollar beach shacks, but it turned out his cost a whole hell of a lot more than that. Nestled up in the Malibu mountains and overlooking the Pacific Ocean, he had a ten bedroom mansion with an infinity pool and a hot tub the size of ten bathtubs put together. Dark red bricks mixed with SoCal styled Stucco kept the place together, and from the moment we turned up onto the gated cobblestone driveway, I knew that the man wasn’t bullshitting me when he said he started a large company.

  I walked in wonder around the house as I took in the sights and sounds. I’d literally never been in a place that felt so… Rich and, without hesitation, unattainable for someone like me who was used to being paid by the hour whether it was some lowly secretary position or a… Well, a secretary position.

  “What do you think?” He asked in an I-don’t-really-care voice as he slung his keys onto the kitchen counter top and reached out for a bottle of wine from a rack that looked like it cost five grand alone. The rack, not the wine.

  “It’s… Er,” I paused, “I don’t really have words. Holy crap. If I was drunk before, then stepping into this house certainly sobered me up.”

  “Well we can do something about that.” He said teasingly as he handed me a glass of wine filled half way up, “Thirty years old. Try it.”

  Our glasses clanked together in a silent cheers and we both sipped. The slight hint of bitter vinegar filled my taste buds but was quickly replaced by a kick of fruitiness that was absolutely delicious. I took another sip before setting it on the counter and feeling excited about how everything was going… I wondered, however… If Brad was even into me.

  “Wow.” I said, “I guess that’s all I’m able to say tonight.” I took another sip and smiled.

  He smiled back, “Some people don’t like weird wines like that. I’m not huge on them either, but since I can afford them and I host quite a few parties and social events, I say ‘What the hell? Bring on the expensive vintage wine.’”

  “I don’t blame ya.”

  “So, Courtney…” He walked toward me, lightly swirling the wine in his crystal glass, “What do you do?”

  “I hate that question, because I don’t do anything cool. If I had a cool career I’d get excited every time someone asked me that. But, the fact of the matter is, I’m a secretary.” I took a drink and watched his expression. I hoped desperately that he wouldn’t judge me.

  He didn’t. In fact, he grinned and toasted me once again, “You hold a job down. Take pride in that. I myself have always been more of an entrepreneur as far as personality goes, but I respect the 9-5ers more than myself. I mean, man… To take orders from a boss day in and day out, I gotta hand it to you. That’s rough. Would you like a tour of the house?”

  “Sure.” I said.

  “Follow me, good lookin’.”

  Brad walked through the endless hallways, showing me multiple bed rooms of various shapes and sizes (all were large), and when we got to the last hallway after looking at his home theater, he led me to his bedroom. It was a standard master bedroom, but larger than any I’d ever seen. In the dead center was a large king sized bed with satin red sheets. Mark set down his glass and then turned to face me. His gorgeous bone structure glimmered in the moon light, and his blue eyes blazed intensely.

  Was he about to fuck me?

  I didn’t have to wait long to find out, because his hands quickly moved forward and he pulled my dress clear over my head. His lips pressed against mine and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth with eagerness. It slide back and forth and then swirled around before settling and gently pressing against my own tongue. His muscular arms wrapped around me, and then he pulled away slightly before pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the ground. I felt my mouth watering as I caught sight of his hard, tanned body. Muscles bulged out perfectly, every line and striation chiseled to perfection. His abs rippled and below them I could see the outlined bulge of a hard cock poking against the crotch of his expensive navy slacks.

  “Unzip my pants.” He said slowly.

  “Okay.” I reached forward with shaky hands and grasped onto the cold steel zipper. As I pulled it down my eyes locked with his and for another second we made out passionately as the light of the moon shone into the bedroom, spilling out onto the hardwood floor and fur rugs with zestful intensity. He tasted sweet and expensive, like the wine we’d been drinking. Our tongues spun playfully around each other’s as I felt a long and hard cock flop out of his boxer briefs and into my hand.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” He rasped, and then turned me around and pushed me aggressively onto the bed. His cock throbbed, and he stepped out of his boxer briefs before gripping onto my calves and pulling my blue jeans clear off. He stared at the crotch of my silk thong which was soaked through with my pussy juice, and then he grabbed the thong and tore it in two before hopping down onto his knees and grabbing my legs, pulling me toward him, and entering me with his wet tongue.

  It slid gently in and out, but the pace of it quickly turned savage and primal; aggressive even. Brad’s lips wrapped around my pussy lips as his tongue darted deeper into me. I gripped onto the bed sheets, digging my nails into them as my moans vibrated throughout the room.

  “Fuck, oh fuck.” I stammered.

  “You like that?” His tongue slid upwards to my clit and swirled around, sending me into a moment of pure ecstasy as he tongue fucked me. My abdomen tightened, my nipples hardened, and my tongue bobbed wildly out of my mouth as my eyes rolled back into my head.

  I was, at that moment, stricken with an unimaginable amount of bliss.

  “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, “I want your cock now.”

  “You’re going to get more than you bargained for.” He licked his lips as he moved away from my crotch and stared at it longingly for a split second before grasping onto his cock and crawling over top of me. His long, thick member throbbed dominantly over my face as he straddled me with it. As I opened my mouth he jammed the twitching shaft balls deep into my throat, sliding it back and forth and left and right, filling my kisser aggressively with his big hard dick.

  “Fuck.” I murmured through the tremendous girth of his cock, not expecting him to have behaved so dominantly.

  “Oh, baby.” He rasped.

  Reaching up, I ran my fingers up and down his lower back and then wrapped my hands around his muscular ass cheeks. He thrust himself further into my mouth until my nose pressed against his crotch. My lips tightened from the intensity of his massive size, and spread so far apart that I thought they might crack. I felt my eyes watering and then he reached down and stroked my face, pulling slightly out of my mouth with a gentle passion etched across his blue eyes. He looked guilty, like he felt bad about how dominant he was being.

  My tongue ran softly along the base of his cock, and then he pulled out of me and wiped my my trembling lips before leaning down to kiss my cheek, “You’re so good at that. Am I going too hard for you?”

  “No. I want it hard.” I rasped, barely able to catch my breath.

  “And rough?”

  “Yeah. Put it back in my mouth.”

  “No,” He said casually, “I’m going to fuck you now.” He muttered, and worked his way down my body, stringing his tongue along the lower portion of my breasts until he reached my crotch. It slid up and down my wet dripping cunt and then he mounted me; his large cock throbbing as its head pressed against my shaved lips. “Almost forgot,” He said as he pulled a condom from the drawer of the nightstand, and then quickly slid it onto his long and thick erection.

  “Fuck me.” I groaned, and he did. Long – and hard.

  “God, you’re tight.” His voice trembled wi
th lust and pleasure as he thrust himself deep into my tight wet pussy. Sliding back and forth, our moans combined into one loud echoing bellow that filled the moonlit room. My eyes rolled back into my head as my own pleasured cries became a deafening howl for more and more; practically begging Brad to pound me as hard as he could.

  His huge cock spread me wide apart, and I realized then that I’d never had a cock near the size of his before. The way he worked it was incredible… It was more than apparent that he knew exactly what he was doing as he plowed himself into the depths of my dripping pussy, pounding me up and down, going so far in and almost all the way out, practically pulling his dick all the way out of me only to quickly ram it back inside of me with utmost force and dominance.

  “Fucking dirty girl…” His voice shook teasingly as he pulled all the way out of me and flipped me onto my stomach. His twitching cock rubbed in between my cheeks as he sandwiched it between them, sliding it up and down the length of my cheeks before his strong hand spanked me and then both hands spread me wide apart as I felt his spit smack against my already sopping wet pussy. He rubbed it gently and then I felt him guiding his cock back into me from behind. I shivered with delight as he began to pound me harder than ever, his rock hard abs smashing into my jiggling ass cheeks with each pump.

  The throbbing of his cock grew to a steady thunderous beat as he plowed into me; his strong hands spanking my cheeks occasionally as he fucked me. My jaw hung to the bed sheets as my fingernails dug firmly into them, damn near tearing them as I tried to steady myself and control my body which was almost impossible, for I was no longer in control of my body.

  Brad’s dominant cock was controlling it.

  I groaned blissfully and felt him swell up inside of me, freeze momentarily, and then pull out within a split second almost completely, only to ram himself back inside of me and let out a deafening moan of climax. “Oh, yes.” He muttered, and then pulled out moments later. His cock was still rock hard, and as he slowly and carefully pulled it out of me I felt my body swelling up in a tremendous orgasm, unquestionably the most intense I’d ever felt. I froze, dug my nails further into the satin sheets and felt them tear from the force of my scratching, and then howled in pleasure as I came.