My Crazy Billionaire

We all have that one thing in life that we like to believe and console ourselves that we will want to change if given the opportunity because we believe it is the very backbone, the core from which our very characters and present predicaments stemmed from. Belief. That was a bloody interesting word. We believed a lot of things. That didn’t necessarily make them true. What was to say that if we could actually go back to change that backbone we would actually want to change it to maybe something better. How could we be certain of what was an upgrade as some people would so generously term it? My backbone of sorts behind who I presently was, was Lillian Eloise Simmons. The sister of my best friend Ethan Collin Simmons.Yup. As cliché as f*****g clichés get. I was irrevocable in love….no obsessed with my best mate’s sister. Well f**k that. She was never mine. She could never be mine. Filled with anger, I rammed into the brunette I was f*****g with much more force than intended leaving her whimpering and moaning beneath me. At this point I didn’t care if she was enjoying this or not. I needed a release and I needed it fast. Dragging the brunette whose name I had forgotten-no…not because of the ecstasies of s*x or whatever but because I didn’t care enough to remember after she rubbed her D cups on my arms and asked me to f**k her in the bar earlier, by her hair causing her to hiss in pain from my harsh dragging which immediately turned to a loud moan as I pushed her on the wall tilting her ass towards me and entering her with no warning. Turning her head around with my left hand as I pounded into her, flesh meeting flesh, stretching her walls and leaving her constantly wet, I bit into the flesh of her neck causing her to let out a loud scream of pleasure. Yup this one was a screamer. Her long nails scratched into the paint of the wall as I dragged my fingers down her spine and dug deep into her pushing all of myself into her. She screamed again. Seriously all her screaming was starting to really annoy me. The sooner I had my release and this was over the better for me. “f**k me Sir. I want to c*m Sir. Please……….” Her pleas were taken over by her moan as I pinched her left n****e hard and pulled out completely for her leaving my d**k still throbbing and pulsing. Turning her around harshly I gritted my teeth in anger. I had just realized that my current partner worked for me. No doubt she had looked so familiar earlier. No this wouldn’t do. This just couldn’t do. “why did you stop?” she whined and even pouted trying to act cute and started reaching for my c**k. “on all fours” I commanded and she giggled and got down. Reaching forward, I inserted a finger into her warm cunt and removed it noticing it was glistening. I decided to have pity. With what I was planning to do to her later on, the least I could do was make her c*m. “you wanna c*m?” I asked slowly. She turned her head looking at me hovering over her derriere with sultry eyes. I know that was supposed to be sexy but damn it….the sooner I got rid of my b***r the better. “yes sir” she said lowly. I pushed my tip in this time at an agonizingly slow pace, pushing forward till I got all in. then I pulled back with the same pace leaving only the tip in while slowly rubbing her c**t in slow circles. I continued this rhythm a few more times till I felt her walls clenching around me trying to slowly milk me. When I sensed she was near her end, I pushed in and pulled out completely more harshly and watched her ride her o****m, squirting in the process. When she was done I started pumping in and out of her faster feeling myself come close to the edge as well till I let go and finally came into the condom while still in her. When I was done, feeling the blood leave my d**k, I pulled out of her and started moving to the bathroom in my room to take a bath leaving her heaving on the floor. When I was at the door, I turned my head to find her rising from the floor, looking at me with lazy eyes grinning like a f*****g weirdo. “that was amazing” she purred. f**k!. I knew it was amazing. I was always amazing. “yeah whatever. I’m going to take a shower. By the time I get out I don’t want to see you or any of your things left here. Oh and Emily or whatever your name is, you are fired!” I said with nonchalance and went to take my shower. I wasn’t in the mood to see a crying female and she better be gone. When I came back after my shower, she was indeed gone with all her things but my favorite and very expensive flower vase was lying on the floor in pieces. That b***h! It was about two a.m according to the clock by my bed but I wasn’t feeling sleepy yet so I decided to go for some late night jogging. Plus, the room smelt of s*x. I would need Gloria to clean everything first thing in the morning. Gloria was my forty-year-old maid. The pay was good and ever since her husband died in Vietnam serving the country, she had to work harder to send her twin children through college. Sassy 18 year olds. Putting on grey sweatpants over my boxers, I put on a grey hoodie, got my running Nike shoes and went to the living room. Picking up my phone, I decided to call Emile. Emile was my head of security and second top hitman. It was 2 in the morning after all. “yes boss” he answered after the second ring. “did the shipment arrive?” I asked. “just arrived boss. I’m at the docks right now.” “good. I’m going for a run” “at this time boss?” “yes Emile. Need to clear my head.” “you’re going to see her again aren’t you?” Emile asked laughing on the other hand of the phone. Not only was he my head of security and second top hitman, he was also my friend and one of the few people I trusted in the world. I just rolled my eyes. “anyway, I’ll have some men trailing you just in case. And Xavier, you really need to stop being creepy man” he laughed. I really needed to stop but I couldn’t. “aight man gotta go. The Rodriquez men are coming towards me” “later man” I said and cut the call. Taking one of my phones, I plugged in my earphones, put up the hood of my sweatshirt and left the apartment. I jogged for a few minutes till I arrived at the next street at a particular house. My subconscious always brought me here. Emile was right. Not only was I a creep, I was also a stalker. No matter, I was already here. She would be back by now. My beautiful Lily. I was pathetic. The light in her room was on and I stood in the shadows just looking till I saw her silhouette pass by the blind. My day was complete. To think we only lived a street apart from each other. So close and yet so far apart. I had gotten my daily fix so I turned to go back to my apartment. After all, I had to be in my office by 8 in the morning.