The Billionaire is the Father

Chapter 1 "How about I buy you a drink? You look like you need one." I look up from the beer I am drinking, and my eyes land on a very handsome gray-eyed man. He has a perfect jawline with a 5-o'clock shadow on it. His lips look so plump and inviting, and I imagine how it would feel to smash my lips against his, or better yet, how they would feel between my... "Miss?" His sexy voice disrupts my devious thoughts. I am already drunk, but I still can't forget the asshole living in my apartment. Maybe I need another distraction. "What?" I snap at him, but I see a smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face. Why is he so happy? Happiness only lasts for a few minutes. Life isn't all peaches and roses. "I asked if you wanted a drink, but since you're checking me out, maybe you never heard." He has a smug smile that irritates the snot out of me. What I would do to wipe it Or kiss it before wiping it. I tsk and shake my head at him. "Too bad you have a large ego. Maybe I would have had even more than just a drink." I stand up and take my purse, ready to leave. I notice my short black dress has ridden up, and I move my hands to pull it down. When I am done, I look up to see the man's gray eyes on my legs. It's my turn to smirk. "Like what you see?" I am never like this. I never flirt with anyone, but maybe Victor's cheating made me this daring? "I actually do. Your body made me so hard, baby, and you have to take care of my hard on." He says this while moving closer to me, then snakes his arms around my waist. I feel his palm cup my buttocks and squeeze my right cheek. I look at him in shock and try pushing his body, which is packed with muscles everywhere. "I know you want this." I hear his husky voice near my ear. I feel heat coming straight from my core, which makes me squeeze my thighs together. 'What is wrong with me?' I question myself. I shut my eyes, trying to gain control, but the alcohol only made it worse. His long and warm fingers have now ridden up my dress and are rubbing my c******l area. I moan in pleasure, pulling him by his collars, and smash my lips on his plump ones. The club has very dim lights, and everyone is busy doing their stuff, so I never mind them. The man continues rubbing my c******l area in circles until I feel one finger inside of me. I can't take it anymore, and soon I know everyone will know what we're doing. "Let's get out of here." The sexy man seems to be reading my thoughts. I nod and take my forgotten purse, then follow him to a red convertible. It looks so expensive. I bet he goes around flashing his money to get girls in his bed. We sit in the tension-filled car for about five minutes and get into an elevator that seems to take us to a penthouse. As soon as the elevator doors close, the man pulls me to him and kisses my lips roughly. He places his hands under my thighs and slightly pulls, indicating he wants me to snake them around his waist, and that's what I do. The elevator doors open, and I find out they lead straight to the penthouse, but before I can explore, I am once again pulled to his lips. His lips leave mine and move to my jaw and down to my neck, making me moan in pleasure. I start unbuttoning his shirt, but he holds my hand. He tugs on my tight dress and removes it swiftly, leaving me in only my black lace thong with no bra. He looks at me, drinking in every inch of my body, and like an instinct, I move my hands to my chest. "Don't cover yourself." His husky voice demands it, and I immediately let go of my hands, making them fall to my sides. I move to him slowly and start unbuttoning his shirt, but when I see it is taking so much time, I roughly pull it, and the buttons go flying everywhere. What? I'm an impatient woman. And I know he's one rich man. He'll get another one. He smirks at me, and I kneel and start untying his belt. Thirty long seconds later, I pull down his designer pants and Calvin Klein boxers.My eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Oh no. Definitely not going to fit. I'm a virgin, for heaven's sake! The man looks at my panicked face and smirks. "What? Did you expect any less?" I roll my eyes before placing them back on his long d**k. 'I have to do this.' I tell myself. I have to forget about Victor. I place my slightly shaky fingers on it, and with a determined look, I start rubbing him along his length, and before I know it, I place it in my mouth and suck like my life depends on it. The man lets out a shaky breath and holds my hair in a fist and tugs at it, and for the first time I feel like I am in control of something, and it feels so damn nice. I feel his muscles tighten, and before anything happens, he picks me up and places me on the bed, kissing me. His fingers come to my c******l area and rub it, even though I am dripping wet. "Condom?" I asked impatiently. I am so done waiting. He stands up, and I feel the cold air brushing my naked skin, and I try not to shiver. He takes a packet and tears it with his teeth, then places it on the condom and comes back to me. My heartbeat increases tremendously knowing that I am going to lose my V-card to a complete stranger. He takes one of my legs, places it on his shoulder, and slips his enormous d**k between my folds in one thrust. I feel a searing pain, and for a second, I almost scream. I feel tears come to my eyes, but I fight them. When the pain lessens, I realize there is no movement. I try to move, but he holds me still and looks at me with horror. "You are a virgin?" I roll my eyes and nod. He tries getting up, but I hold him. "You already broke it. Might still continue. I need this." I might seem desperate, but I don't care. I just need to forget Victor's betrayal. "Why didn't you say something?" I only shrug and move my lower body to continue. This is torture. He gets the hint, and soon we are at it. For how many rounds? I don't remember. I feel so satisfied and satiated. And for the first time that day, I forgot about my cheating, stupid boyfriend, Victor. I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, and when I move, I feel something heavy on my waist. I look to see a muscled arm, and I have no clothes! Memories from last night come to me all at once, and one thing I always love about myself is that I never have any experience with hangovers. I try as hard and as quietly as possible to move to my clothes, which are everywhere in the large penthouse. I admire it for a minute, wondering how rich this man is. I go to the elevator in the penthouse and leave as quickly as possible. Bye bye, handsome man. I enter my apartment and find a sleeping Victor on the couch. It looked like he was waiting for me. I roll my eyes and get into the bathroom after taking fresh clothes off and stripping off my dress. "Bella? Baby, are you in there?" I roll my eyes immediately, getting irritated with Victor. Of course I am here in the shower. I decide to assume his position. I'm not ready to deal with his crap now. Twenty minutes later, I am done, and I go to the kitchen. I go straight to the fridge, looking for something to eat, when I only see a few eggs. 'Looks like I have to do some grocery shopping.' I sigh.