THE ACCIDENTAL HEIR

One Night With A Billionaire

Baxter Pov:

I've been at this club for around two hours with John and Liam, and I've no interest in staying.

That was until I saw the tiny, but curvy, raven haired beauty hiding in the crowd. Honestly, I'd been watching her all night. I'd seen her several times with that friend of hers and, as soon as I caught a glimpse of her on her own, I headed straight towards her. No thinking. Just an impulsive decision, which has resulted in a bruised cheek and what I'm hoping is an impeccable hook-up.

The comment about her full, perfectly toned, ass has resulted in a slap to my left cheek. In all honesty I was being nice. That dress was shorter than my fuse being in this place - And trust me, that's a short wire waiting to explode - so I thought I'd tell her. She's had eyes on her all night from the different patrons coming and going, and clearly didn't want it. She made that clear after the slap. Being called desperate made my blood boil, but I couldn't help the rumble of laughter that erupted. She was a feisty little thing. Quite cute really, and the way her nose scrunched up too - as she got angry - was adorable.

But I didn't care about how cute she looked when she was angry, or how feisty she could be. Unless it had an impact on how good she was in bed, I wasn't bothered. That's all I wanted. One night. She'd get one night with a billionaire, and I'd get a hot piece of ass in my bed. Simple.

Although, she didn't seem that type.

As she ushered me out the club with her, hips swaying and her body dripping with control, I couldn't help the smirk settling on my face. She was different to who I usually took back. More sincere, loyal?

I don't know why I was so bothered, maybe I was playing with fire, but her body was something else. Something I couldn't take my eyes off.

Hot, sexy, and tempting. She'd perfected this provocative walk, and the sensual flip of her glossy, raven strands. Absolutely mesmerising.

I gently grabbed her hand with mine, and Interlocked our fingers before whispering in her ear, "My place. I want to see that dress splayed out on my bedroom floor." I felt the shiver before it ran through her body. Her pulse quickened in her neck, while her breaths became short and needy.

Needy for me.

I watched as her eyes darkened, and her face morphed into admiration. She was gazing right at me, before slowly dropping her eyes to our hands.

I had a driver, but hopefully she wouldn't start guessing what I worked as again. I didn't tell people. Especially the women I slept with. Despite the fact she seems more real, genuine, different, I still wasn't telling her. It wasn't important.

"You have a driver?" Her face fell in astonishment.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "It's nothing. Let's go."

"Nothing my ass." She murmured under her breath.

"So, what else does a girl like you do except save lives?"

"Well, honestly, not much." She let out a little laugh before finishing. "I like to read, occasionally come out." She waved her hand in explanation. "I don't get time really."

"Understanding, how old are you?"

"You should never ask a woman her age." She teased, feigning taking offence, but answered anyway, "Twenty eight, you?"

Now here's the shameful part.

"Thirty two."

"Mmm I always liked a man that was a little older. Most men my age - even if there is only four years difference - are still immature. Not all of them, but some." Her voice couldn't have gotten any sexier.

"Is that so huh?"

"Yep, a real turn on." She purred. She pushed closer to me, and placed her hand on my chest while brushing her lips against my stubbled cheek.

Soft, luscious lips. Wet from her strawberry scented gloss, and desperate to be kissed.

My hand slowly brushed up her arm, swept over her shoulder, and claimed her rosy left cheek. Crimson from the heat circulating between us, but also from her powdered blush swiped across the apples of her cheeks. Something tells me she doesn't need all this makeup as I examined every aspect of her face. Her skin was blemish-free, soft, and silky like her hair - which was tickling my finger tips placed under her ear. Her button nose intensified the softness of her appearance, and her eyes were a delicious chocolate brown. I licked my bottom lip as I looked into them. So beautiful, and fixated on me.

I gently tilted her head as I leaned in, but the driver stopped and announced we were here before I had a chance to taste her. Our breaths hit each other in rapid speed, as we were both in a trance. I pulled back, and escorted her towards the door, attempting to ignore the fact that we were about to jump each other in the back of the car.

I usually took girls to one of my suites at one of my hotels, but I wanted to bring her to my actual house. It completely goes against telling her about my job, and how I'm a billionaire, but she's different. Even though she's still here for the same reason as every other woman I have under me, she deserves something more personal. I want to treat her like she's important tonight. A girl like her doesn't do random hook-ups - I can tell, not just from her job, but her whole aura tells me she doesn't. So she deserves the f**k of a lifetime. And more, but I wasn't equipped with the ability to give her all that, so instead she could have this one piece from me. A night in my bed. In my house. With me.

I sound vain, but for some reason most women want a piece of a billionaire? Probably for all the money, they never want more, so she should be lucky.

"You live here?"

I winced at her reaction. How do I explain this without revealing it all. Or do I just reveal all? It's self-explanatory just looking at the extravagant, white, twenty something windowed building. The door was triple the size of my six foot build, and the urn decorated outside the house was unnecessary and over the top.

"Let's just go inside."

"Oh no you don't. I can't go in there, I'll break something." She perfected exaggeration, and I couldn't help laughing.

"You won't, just come in please?"

I stood holding the door open for her, waiting for her push past but she stood not sure what to do.

In the end she came through, her voluptuous chest slightly brushing against my chiselled one. She was way smaller than me, but in those heels she was lucky to reach my shoulder.

Clicking the door shut, and securing the lock, I slowly reached her small frame. She was standing still in awkwardness, I could sense the tightness of her muscles and the uneasiness in her body.

"Stop. Relax."

"Relax? Have you seen this place?" She squeaked.

"Yes I live here." I smirked, and she swatted my shoulder with her black clutch.

"Are you going to tell me your job now?"

I was waiting for this question.

"I own a company. Hotels" simple as that.

I didn't want her to know anything, she'd probably get obsessive and want to marry me for my money, or like most, gloat that she's slept with me on social media. That's usually what they do. Hence the reason I don't like to tell anyone.

Instead, she looked scared. Nervous. More on edge than I've seen her look all night. What was that about?

"It's not as simple as that though you're a billionaire." She pronounced the latter like she was talking to a five year old during a spelling test. It was as if she felt she had to enunciate the word for my understanding.

I swallowed, and rubbed my neck. I felt bad for lying to her, she deserved more than that - even if she was just a lay.

"It's not important."

I moved the conversation to a more passionate one. Only our mouths would be pressed together, not talking.

I pulled her closer, my hands gently - but firmly - gripping her hips, and gave her a sensual massage with my hands.

"Just kiss me please."

I leaned in, tilted my head to meet the soft layer of her lips, and gently pressed my mouth to hers.

It started as a slow, sensual kiss, but soon turned into a hunger filled, lustful caress of our mouths. I could taste her strawberry gloss, forcing me to push further into her. Our tongues twisted together, licking, tasting, and exploring each other. My hands roamed all up her body, until I gripped the back of her hair with one. She had her nails gripping my biceps, but then moved to place them on my chest, where her fingers toyed with my top button, teasing me, as I waited in anticipation for her to undo it. But before she could, I hesitantly broke the kiss, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up the glass framed staircase.

"This way."

Her eyes were heated, and her lips were already swollen. I couldn't wait any longer, as I jogged up the stairs with her.

To be continued…