The Billionaire's Chosen One

Chapter Two

Robert's POV

I walked out of Aaron's coffee cafe in a fit. I was supposed to attend a meeting, but the waitress ruined it. I had to go back home and cancel the meeting. The coffee stain smeared on my white shirt inside the suit mocked me. That girl had to pay.

I picked up my phone and dialed my secretary's number. "Hello, Robert speaking. Cancel the meeting, I have to go home."

I threw my phone on the passenger's seat of my car and turned towards the direction of my home. All I needed was a good bath and some nice food.

I parked my car in my garage and opened the front door. Tossing my keys on the cabinet, I called for my housekeeper. "Stacie," I yelled. I took off the suit and walked up to my room, calling her name alongside.

I didn't see anyone at home and my anger doubled. I didn't pay anyone to be that incompetent. I walked into my room and flung my suit into the trash. There was no need to clean what had been stained already.

The first thing I saw was a blonde facing the wall. I didn't know Amanda would be home, too.

"Hey, Amanda," I said to her.

She turned and gave a flirtatious smile. Then, I knew what she was up to. Her hair lay freely on her back up to her breast. She wore a scrub dress but without buttons, showing off her curves and her breasts. I wasn't in the mood for s*x, but Amanda was the right person to turn me on.

"I have nothing under," she said and smiled. She raised the scrub dress, revealing her beautifully shaped thighs and her shaven p***y. Brazilian waxed. I dropped my briefcase immediately, already feeling a thrust in my c**k.

"Okay, I like this," I said while taking off my white shirt. "But, first, I called for Stacie and she's nowhere to be found. Where could she be?"

"Oh," she said dryly, "that girl has been fired. I laid her off the job because she was taking side glances at you. You're mine and everyone knows that."

"My pretty, jealous woman. I was about to take a bath and I wanted her to prepare it for me. That's why I asked."

"Anyway, how was your day?" her smile flirted with me.

"It was bad, don't ask. I went to a coffee shop for a cup of coffee and this waitress spilled the coffee all over me. I canceled the meeting I was supposed to attend."

"I'm so sorry, baby," she said, "the girl couldn't just take her eyes off this handsomeness." She placed her hands around my neck.

"I guess."

She raked her blonde hair with her hands. "Well, would you rather take a hot bath or eat me?"

"You know my answer, woman." I unbuttoned the shirt underneath and threw it away, revealing my worked-out abs. She slowly walked to me, taking off the remaining buttons of the scrub dress. Her skin shone like milk, calling me to it.

We started with a kiss. It was slow and steady at first, then a passion arose. Her delicate lips were enraptured in mine and I feasted on it. Her tongue tasted like an aftermath of tequila and I couldn't wait to taste what was down there, but we took our s*x slowly.

My hands traveled down to her breasts and cupped them. It was soft like butter and I couldn't let my hands off it. My other hand traveled to her butt and pressed it, pushing her to me. I felt another erection, but I would please my d**k in due time.

My mouth left her lips to her neck, touching her hot spots. She let out a moan and I knew I was almost here. My mouth left her hands and traced it down to her breast, using my lips to fondle with her n*****s. When we couldn't keep up with standing, we collapsed into my king-sized bed.

My mouth trailed from her mouth down to her abdomen, giving her the tickles. I raised her legs and stroked them while kissing her. My mouth went down to her p***y and suckled it, hitting her spots that leave her moaning. Almost screaming. She was already having an orgasm, so I stopped and did it one more time. She digs her nails into my back, scouting for pleasure.

I take off my briefs and my c**k dangled in the air, finally happy with its freedom and eagerness to play its part in this s****l activity. Amanda caught it in time and began to stroke it, making it harder. She held it like a pencil and tried to guide it into her p***y.

"Not so fast, babe," I told her, fishing through the drawer for a pack of condoms. "We have to be protected."

"What? Why? We've been together, maybe we can start trying for a baby or something." Her voice pleaded.

I knit my eyebrows together. "You know how I feel about not using condoms. We've been over this for a long time, Amanda. I don't want children. You know this, don't spoil this mood for us. You're in the middle of enjoying this."

I tore off the pack with my teeth and dug out one sheath.

"Okay, fine, I'd take my protective pills to prevent a child's growth. I want you to be in me, I want to feel your skin, have you raw." She pleaded with me, her sparkly eyes dancing around mine.

"You know that's not going to work," I reminded her. "I'm using my condoms."

She rolled her eyes and dropped her hands, her breasts bouncing in response. My d**k protruded once more and I couldn't wait to have her in.

"Okay, fine. Give me, let me help you wear it."

She knew what I liked. She took the sheath from my hands and also my c**k, trying the cap on. My d**k reacted to her touch, standing erect once more.

"There."

We switched positions, and she finally came up, facing me. She took my sheathed d**k and guided it into her p***y, reaching the pleasure she desired. She rode on it severally, deriving the pleasure she needed. She bounced on it severally, muffling her screams by biting the headboard of the bed.

Since my hands were free, I guided her breast to my mouth and suckled it once more. When it wore out, I resolved to kiss every part of her body I could take hold of. When she got tired, she pulled out of me and lay on me, naked.

"So, what do we do now? You fired the last housekeeper we had." I said to her, rubbing her bare back. Her head was resting on my empty chest, my d**k now limp.

She circled her fingers around my chest and finally on my n****e. "You know that we can get any housekeeper we want."

"Yeah," I replied.

She raised her head from my chest and looked straight into my eyes, her eyes burning green with jealousy. "As long as they don't look at you anyhow. You're mine, they should know that."

I chuckled, but deep down, I knew that Amanda meant everything she said. And somewhere, deep down, I wanted to see that waitress who spilled me coffee.