Pretending to Love a Billionaire Playboy

Bad Decisions

Serena's POV

I gasped with the air stolen right out of my lungs. I’d completely forgotten about the dark clouds from earlier.

One second I was stumbling out of that shithole bar, my head still buzzing from the drinks and that guy’s… everything. The next, a f*****g monsoon was dumping ice-cold water all over me! Typical.. My life goes to hell and the sky decides to join the party.

“Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!” I yelled at the sky,m which just pissed rain on me even harder.

My clothes were soaked through in two seconds flat, plastered to my skin. I was shivering, miserable and suddenly very aware of how much alcohol was still in my system. Driving? Yeah, right. I’d wrap my car around a tree before I made it out of the parking lot.

With a string of curses, I turned and staggered back toward the bar’s door, pushing it open and stumbling inside, dripping a huge puddle on the dirty floor.

“Well, look what the storm blew back in.”

I wiped water from my eyes and there he was, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting. Mr. Tall, Dark and Sexy-as-Hell. A stupid hot flush went through me that had nothing to do with being cold.

“Shut up,” I grumbled, pushing my sopping hair out of my face. “It’s f*****g raining. In case you couldn’t tell.”

He didn’t laugh. Instead, his eyes did that quick sweep from my drowned-rat head to my squelching shoes and his smile faded into something closer to concern.

“I can tell. You’re shivering.”

“I’m fine,” I said but my chattering teeth made me a liar.

He pushed off the wall and walked over to me. He didn’t touch me.. just stood close enough that I could smell his scent.

“You’re not fine. And you’re in no state to drive. Come on, sit down. Wait it out.”

The bartender was already giving me the side-eye for the puddle I’d created. Sitting here in sopping wet clothes for an hour sounded like a special kind of torture.

“I just want to go home,” I muttered but the words felt hollow. I didn’t have a home.. not anymore. Adrian and his knocked-up mistress had seen to that.

“That’s not happening,” the man said, his voice leaving no room for argument. I saw the decision click behind his eyes. “Look, I’ve got a room here in the motel. It’s clean. You can get out of those wet things, warm up. Sleep it off.”

My head snapped up.

“A room? With you? I don’t think so, buddy.”

He held up his hands.

“Just the room. All yours. I’ll stay down here. You can’t drive and you can’t stay like this.” He gestured at my pathetic state. “It’s just a room, Serena.”

He remembered my name. Of course he did. He’d listened when I’d vomited my entire tragic backstory all over him. God, what was I doing? This was how people ended up on true crime podcasts!

But then a shiver racked my body and the thought of being warm and dry was just too damn tempting. What did I have to lose? My dignity? Adrian had already stolen that and used it as a welcome mat for Vanessa!

“Fine,” I relented. “Just the room.”

He nodded, a hint of a smile touching his lips.

“Just the room.”

He led me through a side door and down a covered walkway to the motel section. The room was… surprisingly okay. Not the Ritz but it was neat, the bed looked clean and the heat was blasting.

“Bathroom’s through there,” he said, pointing. “There should be a robe on the door. I’ll, uh… I’ll wait out here.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I locked myself in the bathroom and peeled off my wet clothes. I wrapped myself in the white robe and I took a few deep breaths trying to steady my racing heart.

When I walked back out, he was standing by the window looking out at the rain. He turned and his eyes did that slow sweep again but this time it felt warmer.

“I’ll get your clothes dried,” he said as he moved pass me to gather my wet clothes from the bathroom floor, giving me a wide berth.

My anger at Adrian was still there but something else was mixing with it.. something reckless and hungry. This man had seen me at my absolute worst and hadn’t run away.. he’d been kind and he was so f*****g hot!

Well, a vicious little voice whispered in my head. It’s an open marriage, right? That’s what he wanted.

Adrian got to have his fun. Why the hell couldn’t I?

The thought was a spark to gasoline. All the betrayal, the humiliation and the need to feel something... anything... other than pain, turned into pure want. I was done thinking!

As he straightened up, clothes in hand, I crossed the room in two quick steps. Before he could speak.. before I could chicken out, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him down to me and crushed my mouth against his.

He froze for half a second, surprised. Then his arms came around me, pulling me tight against him.

His mouth opened under mine and holy s**t, the man could kiss! It was everything Adrian’s bored, routine pecks were not.

My head was spinning and it had nothing to do with the alcohol anymore. I was all in!

He was the one who broke the kiss, breathing heavily with his forehead rested against mine.

“Whoah, slow down. Serena… are you sure? Really sure?”

“Shut up,” I whispered, my hands going to the tie of the robe. I untied it and let the robe fall open. “Just f**k me!”

His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to my chest and the hunger in them made my knees weak. He didn’t need any more convincing. His mouth found mine again, hotter this time.. more urgent as we stumbled toward the bed.

He laid me back with his mouth leaving a trail of fire down my neck, my collarbone and lower. He took one n****e into his mouth sucking and teasing with his tongue until I was arching off the bed, my fingers tangled in his hair.

“My turn,” I gasped, pushing him onto his back.

I fumbled with his belt, my hands shaking with need. I finally got his jeans open and took him in my hand. He was thick and hard and I couldn’t wait any longer. I bent my head, taking him into my mouth.

“Jesus…”

He let me play for a minute before gently pulling me up.

“Not yet,” he murmured, flipping me onto my hands and knees. “I need to taste you.”

He pushed my legs apart, his tongue found my core and I saw stars.

He ate me out like a man starving, licking and sucking until I was crying out, gripping the sheets for dear life. It was filthy and perfect and Adrian had never ever done anything like it!

“Please,” I begged, my whole body trembling on the edge. “I need you. Now.”

He positioned himself behind me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding himself into me. He entered me in one slow perfect thrust that filled me completely.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, his thrusts getting deeper.

“Yes! God, yes! Right there!”

He knew exactly how to move, hitting a spot inside me that Adrian never even found. He reached around, his fingers finding my c**t rubbing circles that sent electricity shooting through my veins and the pleasure built higher and higher.

“I’m gonna… oh my God, I’m gonna come!” I screamed.

The orgasm ripped through me violently with my legs giving out as I squirted all over the sheets beneath me.

I collapsed onto the bed, my entire body convulsing with waves of pleasure. He followed me over the edge with a roar, pumping into me until we were both spent and breathless.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms and we lay there in silence, our hearts beating against each other’s chests. I’d never felt so utterly wrecked.. so completely satisfied. Adrian couldn’t have given me that with a map and a instruction manual.

Exhaustion pulled me under before I could even think of what to say.

***

Sunlight was stabbing my eyes when I woke and I groaned, rolling over into an empty space.

My eyes snapped fully open.. he was gone.

A cold feeling washed over me. Of course. He’d gotten what he wanted and bailed. I was just another pathetic drunk mistake in a roadside motel.

Idiot, I thought, sitting up and pulling the sheet around me. Stupid, horny i***t!

And then I saw it. Sitting on the bedside stand was a black leather wallet.

He hadn’t left.. he couldn’t have. Not without this.

Relief flooded through me. Maybe he’d just gone to get coffee.. or my clothes. He was coming back.. my mysterious, sexy, knight-in-shining-armor-from-a-dive-bar was coming back.

A crazy curious impulse hit me. I didn’t even know his name. I reached out, my fingers closing around the waller and I flipped it open. There was a twenty, a few ones, a credit card…

My eyes landed on the ID card tucked in the clear plastic window.. I pulled it out. One look at the card and my hand had to cover my mouth as I stiffled a surprised cry…!