The Billionaire's Secrets - Book 1 & 2

Book 1-First time

Sleep was elusive to Allen the following night. He kept on contemplating his next action. Moving out from his present place would cost him a lot of expenses, but he needed to try something for his dream business to prosper. He could start buying and selling scrap metals that would generate a bigger income.

The following morning, John accompanied him to check the place and he found it accessible to the highway. It was an old motor pool with a small bunkhouse, electricity, and water. He talked to the lot owner, Mister Alberto, to negotiate for the rent.

“Are you sure you can pay the rent?” The old man asked in a suspicious tone after seeing Allen. He doubted the young man’s financial capacity.

Allen smiled and answered confidently, “Yes Sir.”

“You are so young,” the owner said skeptically.

“Sir, I can guarantee, I can pay.” Allen raised his right hand as if reciting an oath to the lot owner.

The owner nodded, “Okay, you need to pay a one-month advance rent and a bond of ten thousand.”

Allen was caught off-guard by the owner’s statement. The amount demanded by the owner was too high and he would run out of capital. He did maintain his composure and expressed his thoughts about possible options.

“Sir, could we split the bond money into two payments?” Allen asked and prayed silently, hoping for the owner to agree.

“Sorry, but it’s my policy.” Mister Alberto turned his back to leave.

Allen ran after him, “Sir please. Give me a chance,” he pleaded. His savings were not enough for a down payment.

The lot owner smiled. “I like your diligence and determination, Mister Del Rio. I will allow you to use my lots for two months. If you do not adhere to your promise, you will leave the premises.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Allen replied excitedly.

“Sorry Allen, I never thought he was going to ask for a big sum of money. We could still try to find a cheaper place,” John said worriedly after Mister Alberto left.

“We will move here. I like this place,” Allen said positively. He started inspecting the entire place.

Before the week ended, Allen paid the lot owner, and they moved into their new dwelling. They left their shanties under the bridge that had been their home for years.

“The air isn’t stinky,” John said as if sniffing the entire air around the place.

“And we now have a strong house to live in,” Allen said. He felt happy and proud that at long last they had a better place to live.

With John’s help, they did repairs on the bunkhouse to serve as their new home and the other side would be used as storage area.

Allen stopped working in the market. As part of his plans, he started buying metal scraps and converted the other part of the lot into a car wash shop to provide him an additional income. With the welding skills that he learned from his senior high school, he also accepted welding jobs.

He acquired driving skills when he was working in Mortem's car wash shop and when he turned eighteen, he got his own driver’s license.

Gradually, he saved money for his new project and, two years later, he bought a second-hand truck. He became the manager and the driver of his own business at the same time. He employed John as his assistant and hired some helpers from his previous neighbors. He synchronized his college studies with his work and he did everything possible to manage his own business.

The year 2011

But the two best friends were about to part ways. John wanted to pursue another path.

“Is that final?” Allen asked sadly. In front of him were small bails of metal trimmings to be loaded onto the truck and to be delivered to Foundry clients the next day.

“Yup. And my training will start next month. Don’t worry, I can still lend help on weekends.” John wore his gloves and positioned himself. He lifted the bail while Allen was on the truck, piling them up.

Allen nodded and teased his friend. “Good luck, Police Officer.”

John laughed, “Nah, I haven’t even got into the first step,” he said, but he was determined to reach his dream.

One weeknight, John asked Allen to go out.

“I’m busy. I can’t go.” Allen said while doing some listings, checking his ‘to-do’ notes.

John kept on convincing him. “Enough of your excuses, Allen. This is your twenty-third birthday. Let’s celebrate. For God’s sake. Give yourself a break, man.”

Allen glanced at his friend and asked in an uninterested tone because he had so much work to do. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a nice place,” John said and smiled mischievously. “I know you’ll enjoy it. So, better get ready.”

Allen gave in. It’s his birthday anyway, which he never celebrated. Many times he declined John’s invitation, which the latter always ended up teasing and calling him ‘Mister Stingy.’

Allen changed into his newly acquired denim jeans and polo shirt. He viewed himself in the mirror. The very first thing he noticed was his tanned skin and his unshaven mustache. He looked older than his age. He shaved his mustache, applied gel on his long hair, and sprayed cologne on his clothes.

Together with John, who drove the second-hand motorbike around the city, Allen felt so carefree for the very first time and enjoyed the night view of the place. John parked his motorbike in front of a disco house.

“What shall we do here?” Allen asked curiously.

“Chick hunting,” John said, then rechecked his appearance on the motorbike’s rear-view mirror.

Allen followed John to the disco booth and they bought entrance tickets. They were greeted by the loud music and the combined smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol.

“Two bottles of beer, please,” John ordered as they sat down on the bar counter.

“Hey,” Allen whispered, “don’t order too much. We might run out of money.”

“Don’t worry. It’s my treat. You better look around and find your date for tonight,” John said. He drank his beer, stood up, and joined some ladies who were dancing wildly on the dance floor.

Allen sat down beside the bar counter, sipping his beer slowly and watching the people on the dance floor. He shook his head when John waved to him to join in the dance floor.

“Hi.”

A sweet voice and a hand on Allen’s nape startled him.

“Ha-hi.” Allen stuttered but he smiled.

“My name is Sofia. What’s yours?” the lady asked seductively.

“I’m Allen,” He replied, then removed the woman’s hand from his nape.

“Are you alone?” the lady asked and moved closer to him.

“No. I have a companion,” Allen replied, he looked to John who was dancing wildly with a girl.

“Care for a dance?” Sofia offered a hand to Allen when the wild music ended and followed with a piece of soft sweet music.

Apologetically, Allen declined the offer. “Sorry, no. I mean… I don’t know how to dance.”

“Oh, come on. It’s easy.”

Sofia grabbed Allen's hand and hauled him to the dance floor. Allen was forced to go along.

“You have an impressive height,” Sofia said with admiration. She looked at Allen from head to foot, then guided his hands down to her hips.

Allen felt a tickling sensation when Sofia placed both hands over his nape. He observed his dance partner from the corner of his eyes. Pretty face but too much cosmetics and was wearing a red body-hugging mini dress and high-heeled shoes.

Sofia was gloating at Allen's face. “You are handsome,” she said seductively.

“Thank you.” Allen managed to smile back, trying to hide his uneasiness. He felt Sofia's body moved closer to him.

He glanced at John who was sweetly dancing with a girl, grinning at him, and gave him a thumbs-up sign.

When the music ended, John was out of his sight. Sofia stood with him while sipping a glass of wine. He tried exchanging conversations with her to forget the boredom of waiting for John to show up. He found out that Sofia was a waitress in the club and after her sweet coercion, he ended up giving his cellphone number to her.

That night was the start of Allen’s affair with Sofia, a beautiful and sexy but aggressive woman. The lady started texting him and persuaded him to a date which he accommodated later on.

Their first meeting was followed by the second one, which ended them up inside the motel room.

“You seemed so nervous,” Sofia whispered to Allen’s ears, then nibbled it softly.

Allen’s legs felt shaky. He formed his palm into a ball to subdue his nervousness. “No. I’m not,” he muttered bravely.

Sofia kissed him on the lips, her tongue prodded his lips and then entered his parted lips. Suddenly, Allen was intoxicated. His tongue met Sofia’s eager tongue, twisting inside their mouths until they were short of air.

Sofia removed Allen’s shirt swiftly, then moved her palms to massage Allen's hard chest. “It’s so hard. I like it.” Her eyes were full of lusty desire. “I want to feel if your d!ck is as hard as your muscles.” Her hands crawled downward and found the fly of Allen’s trousers, and then grabbed his front.

Allen was surprised as if hit by an electric shock, but the sensation was tingling rather than cringing. He stood still and let Sofia undress him. As his underwear was removed, his long and thick pen!s sprang out.

Sofia stared at it eagerly, swallowed hard, salivating at the full erected flesh upon her face. “Fvck. I couldn’t wait to taste this.” Her hand grabbed the throbbing flesh, licked it, and tasted it. Pumped and sucked it. She was trembling with desire as if possessed by an evil spirit. She was mumbling as the hard flesh was fully inside her mouth, licking and sucking it.

Allen was open-mouthed, eyes widened, while standing still. He crouched down and saw Sofia’s s3xual manipulation. He liked it and he was craving for more.

His body arched when he felt that something he could not control would explode from his belly. He moaned aloud. His legs went jelly after his release but Sofia did not stop, still sucking his hard flesh. He fell to the corner of the bed slowly and was panting.

At last, Sofia stopped and stood up, wiping her mouth with the bed sheet, smiling contently but lusty desire was still in her eyes. “You’re so delicious. The first virgin I've ever tasted.” She pulled Allen’s hand and gestured to the center of the bed. “Come here.”

Allen could not find words to say but obey as his body was still desiring for some more.

“Now, it’s your turn.” Sofia lay down on the bed, “Make me tremble,” she said flirtatiously.

Allen managed to smile and looked down at the gorgeous body. His eyes lingered on the erect breast down the curvy waist. Lastly, his stare was focused on the triangular shape between the legs.

Sofia pulled Allen by the hands, “Come on. Feel me,” then she guided Allen’s palms to caress her breast down to her wet pit.

Allen swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt Sofia’s wetness in his fingers and his erection was hard as a rock. Before he could act, Sofia pinned him down to her breasts. His lips found the two n!pples and he sucked them alternately.