The Billionaire and his best friend

chapter three

Yamin

Avery finally left after the interview. I didn't want her to go. I loved her company. The way she submitted and reacted to me. And it angered me to see her in the arms of my brother.

"It wasn't professional," I scolded.

"Whatever. She's just a girl I f**k," Carson said. He was a player. I couldn't keep up with the number of girls he had. One today and another tomorrow. I didn't know, Avery fell prey to his seductive trap. I wanted to break his jaw for using her.

"I don't care what you do with her. You don't come into my office to caress her. Leave that to your privacy."

He laughed. "I have no privacy. I do it with my girls, anywhere and anytime."

I growled. "You know what. I do care. Avery works for me now. I don't want you using her for your uncontrolled lust. If I see you anywhere around her, I'll ruin you," I threatened. His eyes shone.

"Why are you peculiar about her? You don't mind me f*****g half your female staff."

I slammed a fist on my desk and he jerked. "Stay away from Avery," I barked.

"So, I should just break up with my girlfriend because you said so." The tone of his voice rose. s**t. I didn't think of that.

"We both know you're just using her. Soon you'll demand for space and it ends in a breakup. I'm your brother, I know your ways."

"It's my life. Let me leave it. If she likes me, then let her stick with me. What I do with her is none of your business," he spat and stormed out of my office.

I was fuming. In rage, I got out my phone and stopped his monthly allowance until he comes to his sense. Avery was mine. And I would never allow anyone to hurt her or cause her pain.

The memories of our night together flooded my mind. The way she squirmed and screamed. My d**k stiffened. I needed to see her again. Tonight. I searched her file and got her contact details which I used in calling her.

"Hello," her sweet voice rang.

"Avery. I forgot to give you the details of my recently bought stocks. I didn't want to bother because I lost money, but maybe you could do something about it," I explained.

"Sure. Send the information to my email and I'll look into it."

"No. I'll send the address of my home. I want you over this evening. I want to walk you through it. I like to follow up with these things. My finance is important to me."

She sucked a harsh breath. "Your house. Isn't that too personal?" She was afraid. I could sense it. She didn't want to lose her self-control.

"Excuse me. This is my personal account, not my company account. So, yes. Things can get personal."

She sighed. "Fine. Send the address. I'll be there."

"Good." I hung up the call. My heart did little jumping jacks. I couldn't wait for evenings to see her again. Just by talking to her and inviting her over, my angry mood improved.

The day went by slowly and I went home for my professional date with Avery. She was already there before I arrived. "You're here," I said.

She flashed me a small smile. "I'm always punctual for my meetings," she answered.

My maids scurried from their rooms to take my suitcase, while I led Avery into my study. I placed my laptop on my desk and lifted my head to meet her gaze. She was nervous. I watched her. Delicate and beautiful.

"You didn't he was my brother?" I asked, my tone showing no emotions.

She cleared her throat. "What?"

"Carson." She gulped. "I never knew you were so needy to fall for a guy like him."

Her eyes shone. "Excuse me." I loved to make her mad. She had this fire burning in her when she was angry and I enjoyed taming it. "I'm sure you didn't invite me to your house to insult me," she snapped. My d**k throbbed. I got sexually excited watching her go off.

"Only the rich get insulted."

She gasped. "You're a heartless bastard to say that."

"Mind your language, Avery. I'm still your client."

Her breath hitched. She mumbled something inaudible. I walked up to her and cupped her chin. Her eyes wavered and I couldn't control myself. I smashed my lips into hers. She resisted a little but I deepened the kiss until she gave in. "I want you," I confessed.

I claimed her lips again, sucking on them like a starving man. A moan fell from her lips and it sent blood rushing to my hardened length. "What about being professional?" She asked.

"f**k that." I unbuttoned her shirt and helped her out of her skirt. Today, she wore black. It didn't matter what she wore. She was beautiful in everything. Her hands weaved into my hair as I lifted her from the ground. She curled her legs around me and I pinned her to the wall.

"I'm going to f**k you so hard, that all you'll see are stars."

My hands found her breasts and she gasped. I dropped her on the desk. My laptop fell to the floor and broke. But none of us cared. I was rich. I could easily get a new laptop tomorrow. Though, f*****g Avery, being with her was something my money could not buy. I still cared about her and this time I wanted to make her mine.

I peeled off her panties and raised her knees to give me full access to her p***y. This was the first time we were having s*x unconsciously. We were both sober this time. She craned her neck and bit her lower lip. "Yamin," she whispered.

Her voice was perfect. I wanted to make her scream my name as she orgasms. She was my everything. I bent over her wet p***y and licked her feminine juice, she jolted. "Oh yes," she moaned. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I flicked her c**t and rubbed it in circles. She grasped the table for support. "Yamin, please."

I drove a finger into her opening and she gasped. Faster and faster, I pumped her. She wriggled her hips and panted in response. The sounds she made were making me go crazy. I dropped my pants. My d**k was painfully stiff and I aided it into her opening. She screamed.

"You like that?"

"It's so big."

I rode her like a lunatic. All my brain cells froze. She was all I saw and all I needed. She kept screaming my name over and over again. I pulled out and she whined. "I'll f**k you, till you'll forget your f*****g name."

I helped her down from the desk and turned her around. She bent forward, her ass in the air. I smacked it and she whimpers. Her body glistened in sweat and it excited me. "Yamin," she choked, when I took her from the back. Her p***y clenched my d**k but I ground her faster. I was delirious in pleasure. With a scream she milked me and I came apart after her.

We both stayed in that position for a while, panting hard. She was my home. I didn't want to pull out. A knock broke off my attention. Who the f**k is that? The doorknob jerked.

"Yamin. Open up. It's Carson," my little brother said.

"My gosh," Avery blurted.

"Hold on," I growled.

"Hurry up. Mom is planning something," Carson said.

"What do I do?" Avery mouthed. Quickly we both got dressed, as Carson kept pounding on the door.

"What the f**k is taking you so long? Dude, I'm trying to help you," Carson continued. My heart was racing. I had no right to sleep with his girl twice. Even if he didn't love her. Even if I cared about her more than he ever would.