The Bilionaire's Secret Son

Chapter 2

Donna

I couldn't explain what was making me feel this way. That man who I have no idea what his name is, but he's attractive even without realizing it. He was at the counter, getting us both a drink when Jess touched my shoulder.

"Do you mind if I take a quick break? I promise it'll be quick." His prickly manner made me unable to say no.

"Okay... but make sure it doesn't take too long." She grabbed me and kissed me on the cheek, then pulled Matthew by the hand.

The handsome guy came back with a couple of drinks and some cheap lines, but that's how he managed to make me the luckiest woman in the world at that moment. What if Jess was right? What if I really am depriving myself of enjoying it? The only thing I care about now is whether he's married or not. I drank almost all of the liquid, the sweet was getting drunk fast and I was already getting too cheerful, I needed the courage to do it...

"So, your girlfriend doesn't mind you being here today?" In my nervousness, I just wanted to know if he was engaged and I couldn't think of any other way to ask. He laughed, looked at me seriously and that's when I felt a c***k in my chest, what the hell!

"If I had a girlfriend, this wouldn't be the place I'd be right now. Did you have anything better to do today?"

"Not really. I only really came because of Jess, but I didn't have anywhere else to go either." He watched me carefully, taking all my sweetness for granted.

"You sound so sexy when you talk in a despondent tone, but not discouraged." His fingers touched a few strands of hair, curling them in his fingers and bringing them to his nose, then bringing his face close to my neck and kissing it. "I can make your night a good one, all you have to do is say yes!"

"Yes. I want to." I answered without thinking, feeling the hairs of his moustache creep up my neck.

We hurried down the stairs as if we were running away from something and got into his car, a black Rolls-Royce, nothing more than the most expensive car in the world. Who must this man be and why is he here today? For a few seconds, I stood in front of the car, while he stood waiting for me to get in.

"I promise I won't kidnap you."

"I'm sure you won't." I snapped out of my trance and got in, suspicious and unresponsive until then.

It didn't take us half an hour to arrive at a luxury hotel, one of the most expensive in the city, where only celebrities go. I wasn't even dressed to be there, but he took my hand and led me to reception. The man at the desk just said good night and handed him a set of keys.

"Please ask them to send up some Scottish wine." Those were his last words before he kissed me before we went upstairs. "You don't know how much I wanted to kiss you and it was much better than I imagined."

The room is more than the house I live in with Jess. It was definitely a temporary home, or rather, a big temporary home. I'm going to take a shower, will you come with me?

"Coming!" He went into the bedroom and left the door open as he entered, I heard the sound of the water and my curiosity was piqued.

Every detail dazzled me and I couldn't believe it: how the hell did I get so lucky today? A handsome guy was attracted to me, asked me out and I'm about to enjoy everything that belongs to him. Apart from the fact that the guy is undoubtedly a billionaire.

I walked into the bedroom and he was in the bathtub, undressed and very much at ease. It was impossible not to notice his most precious details. Embarrassed, I took off my dress and my breasts popped out, leaving all their size and volume under the admiration of the man, who then put his hand on my thigh.

"Let me help you." His hand pulled me closer, he took off my panties and gently kissed his way down my thigh until he reached my groin, where he then moved upwards and only then did I mentally admit that I was really in need of a good oral job.

I leaned my leg on the toilet, allowing myself to feel the wonderful sensation of the moment and how much I needed it. I grabbed his hair and felt that I was about to come, so I tried to warn him, but before I could speak he pressed his hands on my ass, bringing me even closer and sucking my soul into my intimacy, taking me to heaven for a few seconds. My wobbly legs made it clear that I was having a great o****m and I couldn't think of anything else but riding him until he felt completely satisfied, just as I was feeling.

"You're wonderful. You're f*****g hot." I kissed him and the next moment he had me on my back, running his fingers down my back, into my hair and holding it, making me look at his back. "Tonight you're mine, do you hear me?"

"Only if you deserve it!" I replied, looking into his eyes and then nibbling my lips. I felt his hands lightly grasp my neck, pulling me closer to his body, enjoying everything that surrounded me.

"You can be sure that I will." His kisses sent shivers down my spine, but I felt more shivers when his fingers penetrated me, making my body react instantly and quickly. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No. Go on, I was loving it." I wanted to kiss him and I did. He's perfect, the skills of his fingers drive me crazy, I've never felt a sensation like this. The rapid penetration made my body tremble, the moan sound loud and his gaze devour me. And just as I thought, he has the perfect size c**k, I hope he knows how to use it pleasurably, without pain. I didn't want to wait, I propped my leg, now standing, up on the bathtub while he abruptly turned me onto my back again, combing my hair without warning, but with care, which made the sensation pleasurable and... I didn't know I needed it so much.

We were two tired people when the waiter knocked on the door with a bottle of wine and a note, which he hid before I saw it. I put on a robe and waited for him, lying on the bed as he walked smilingly over to me.

"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked and he seemed to think about what to say.

"I'm an entrepreneur. But I need to live a little more, get out of my routine or I'll end up going crazy." I always wonder why rich people are so sad, overwhelmed and empty and why poor people are so light. Could it be that money takes its toll on people? "What about you? Do you work with Jess?"

"No. She's a secretary in a designer store, I work in a doctor's surgery as a caregiver. It's not great, but you get used to it." It's really not good, but I can't complain because it pays better than my previous jobs.

The conversation went on for quite a while, until we decided it was time to enjoy the evening a bit more.

(...)

I woke up to my cell phone ringing, it was Jess calling me and it was almost nine o'clock in the morning. I jumped up and saw no one but myself. Awake, I searched the bedroom and nothing, the bathroom and nothing, until I noticed a note stuck to the fridge.

"It was a pleasure to spend the night with you, I haven't had so much fun in a long time and you bring me back to life. Thank you for bringing me back to life, you'll go far. You're incredible in every way."

On the bed was his watch, he couldn't have forgotten that. The payment receipts were all there and next to them, there were 500 dollars. "What did he think I was?" Anyway... at least it's money and money is never bad, not for me.

I left the hotel quickly and the next thing I knew, Jess was at the door waiting for me with her car parked on the other side.

"Girl, you nearly had me worried to death." I smiled and replied quietly, letting on how perfect the evening had been.