Billionaire's Lost Girl

"Please stand up," My voice cracked. I sounded cold even to my ears. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"But you're angry. And I've wronged you, Cherry. I toyed with what we shared. Let me make amends."

"I don't remember you," I met his eyes now and took a step back, away from him.

"There is nothing to apologize for because I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong girl, Sir. I'm not your Cherry. I'm Elaine."

He paled, horrified. "Cherry..."

"Stop calling me that. I'm not Cherry!" I shouted, rushing to the door. "And I'm not coming back to this place."

I unlocked it and bolted for the elevator. He ran closely behind, calling my name.

The elevator doors closed off his shouts and I pressed the button that would take me to the first floor hastily, wiping the tears that had escaped the corner of my eyes. I hated myself for being a chicken. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but I'd been so unfeeling that it was easy for me to lie.

I still wanted him, but we were in different places now. If he had traced me to the publishing house in Manhattan, then he could've asked for my house address. I had no cause to believe that he was very much in love with me. Only God knew how many ladies he said those words to on a particular day. I wasn't prepared to be a contender for his attention. I had my son to think about and I couldn't even handle it even if I tried.

So it was for the best.

- | -

Elaine Matthews is an eternally single, twenty-two-year-old, receptionist. She doesn't do love. she's never been in love. She's seen her friends fall in and out of love and has decided to stay away totally. Yet, when she gets involved in a one-night-stand with a gorgeous stranger who saved her from a creep, she throws away that opinion into a gutter.

But fate comes biting hard when she finds out months later that she's pregnant, and has no contact with the man who changed the course of her life.

Max Sturm is a well-known CEO and proud owner of a publishing firm. The most eligible bachelor and ladies man in the room. If only anyone knew how heavy that title was. If only anyone knew how tired he was behind all the bad boy facade. When he saves and meets the phenomenal woman at a nightclub during a business trip, it's a night of passionate lovemaking with no names exchanged, no questions asked. Yet, months later he still finds it hard to stop thinking about her, and no leads as to her whereabouts.

But when they find each other at last, both are in completely different places. Elaine has moved on with her son and a man she's starting to love, and Daniel is getting engaged to a woman he couldn't love. It's worth a try to shut the door on true love, but fate has other plans for the both of them.

Elaine.

I hated nightclubs. The sweaty dancing...the pumping music...the slutty advances...it all made me want to choke on my vomit.

Ugh.

I raised my chin and glared at the dark-haired man that'd been pestering me for over an hour now, his eyes shining as he talked about his sexual escapades with so much enthusiasm, you might believe it was what he knew best. As usual, his eyes weren't focused on mine, but rather on my breasts, which bulged out of the thin outfit I wore, making him swipe his tongue out to wet his bottom lip unconsciously.

Yikes. He couldn't even pretend to be decent for just one minute.

I'd had enough. Holding up a hand now, I moved away. "Sorry to offend you but I'd like to use the restroom now, please."

He shrugged eagerly. "Fine. No problem. I can wait for you here."

"Thank you," I said, hoping he couldn't hear the exasperation in my voice as I moved away into the crowd of dancing bodies at a corner. The restroom was down the corridor and I bumped into Cora on my way there.

She still looked sober, thankfully. I needed at least one of my friends to be sober tonight with me so we could both help the others who couldn't help getting drunk. "Where's Mr. Hotshot gone now, Elaine?"

"I don't care," I snapped at her. This partying thing was solely her idea and although I kicked against it, the others didn't listen. Here's a thing, in our friends' circle we had what we called a voting system. This came into play whenever the group was threatened with two opposing decisions that had to be addressed. I and Fiona kicked against coming here, while Cora, Abigail, and Vera were all for it, so it came down to a 3:2 ratio. "He's such a creepy, self-centered asshole! Can you imagine what he's been going on about for the last hour? He doesn't even care if I'm listening or not. All he's thinking about is my boobs."

Cora laughed heartily. Why did I even think that this would make much difference to her? She'd been climbing dicks since her high school days and I was only a novice in the hookup/relationship world.

"Calm your horses, Elaine. It's completely normal for men to talk about themselves when they're with a woman. It helps their ego to see the women they're interested in impressed with their achievements."

"Which is a stupid thing, by the way. I'm leaving this place as soon as I'm done with the restroom." I made to brush past her but she latched onto my arm, her eyes hardening stubbornly.

"No. See what I'm saying, this is exactly why you're eternally single! You can't just give up like that. There are lots of men here tonight. You have to be lucky enough to find your taste among the lot."

I scrunched my nose at her. "My type of man won't be found here but behind an office desk."

She laughed again. Annoyingly. "Who told you such men didn't come here? Look, the girls and I just want you to have fun. To break out from your virginity phase. It's embarrassing."

"Well, sorry if I insist on keeping it for the right guy." I shook her hand off my arm with a huff.

"And what about him?" Cora's eyes flared up in challenge. "Is he keeping his for the right girl? Do you think there's a man in this place who's a virgin? Do you think your perfect guy is a virgin? You have to be rational, Elaine."

If you look at it that way, she had a point. But I'd be damned letting her know that. "Alright. One more hour. I have to open the shop early tomorrow morning."

She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek, beaming. "That's my girl."

When I got back to Mr. Talk-About-Myself-To-A-Girl-I-Like-Not-Caring-If-She's-Interested, he was sitting on a brown leather couch, nursing what had to be his fifth drink tonight. "What kept you so long? You've been gone for hours."

I rolled my eyes at that exaggeration, settling next to him but still keeping a reasonable distance between us in case he decided to act stupid. "I ran into...my husband on my way here."

He paled instantly at the mention of 'my husband', and I'd never seen a look so priceless. "Y-You're married?"

I nodded, thinking about my next line of action. I had to save myself from the lie I'd just blurted out, so I stood up abruptly and grabbed the next man harmlessly passing by, turning to flash a forced smile at him. "His name's Anslem, dear. He's my husband."

Mr. Hot Shot frowned as he scanned the man whose arm I was digging my fingers into, a signal I hoped he was getting to keep shut. Tentatively, I glanced up at him through my lashes. His gorgeous blue eyes crinkled down at me in question. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I'm so sorry! I chanted in my head, hoping he could hear me telepathically. That would have been cool.

He was looking at Mr. Hotshot and me now, deciding if this is worth his time. I wouldn't blame him at all if he whipped my arm away and sauntered back into the crowd. I'd be grateful that he didn't call me out on my lie in front of this arsehole.

I felt him relax, sliding an arm around my waist now. "Y-Yes, she's my wife," then he turned his gaze at me, saying in a sarcastic voice. "Darling, what are you doing with this man? I thought you said you wanted to get a drink?"

"He stopped me and kept pestering me even when I told him I was already married," I raised a nervous hand to his chin, stroking the dark stubble there. Mr. Hotshot looked as though he was about to shit his pants any moment now, his face growing paler and paler. I was suppressing my laughter as best as I could at that point. "Deal with him. Teach him a lesson he'd never forget."

"I-I-I'm so sorry, mate," The arse hole was saying, getting to his feet and lifting his hands in surrender. "I didn't know she was married. I guessed I must have missed the wedding ring on her finger. Please pardon me."

I hid my fingers behind Mr. Blue eyes collar. Our eyes locked and I saw the realization dawn on his. There was no ring. Mr. Hotshot was blabbering out of fright.

Before we can say anything, the creep bursts out laughing now. Hard.

"What's funny?" Mr. Blue Eyes growled. His hands tightened around my waist as he pulled me impossibly closer. Oh my fuck!

"You two could've fooled me if there was an actual ring," He narrowed his eyes at the both of us, but more at me. "I guess I was right about you jumping into the arms of any man that passes by. Probably the reason why you took so long to get back here. Women."

"Shut up! Don't you dare call my wife a slut else you'd like to go home without a nose?"

"Bring it on. Bloody liar. Drop the act already."

There was a moment's silence and my heart was pounding every second. The two men were engaged in a heated stare contest before Mr. Blue Eyes smirked and leaned over, grabbing the back of my head before pulling me towards him. His tongue grazed my lips and he sucked delicately into my mouth, pushing past my teeth deeper to meet mine.

Holy cow!

Sensing that I wasn't responding, his hands dropped to my butt and he squeezed a cheek in his hand. I gasped, allowing him more entry into my mouth.

This wasn't what I ordered! Where's the fricking menu?

He pulled away the minute I began kissing him back with twice as much fervor. Blood rushed to my face and I looked away, dazed. He tasted like honey. Sugary honey, and smelt so too. I glanced back at Mr. Hotshot who was glowering in envy. Ha! Loser.

"Uh..."

Mr. Blue Eyes took my hand in his and began pulling me through the crowd, not without a last warning. "Go pick on other single ladies around. This baby's mine."

Wait, what? Baby? No! Where are we even going? I looked over at the table where the girls were supposed to be and saw them high-fiving each other as if I'd just won the lottery. It's just a random kiss with a stranger, you stupid girls! I wanted to howl. What should I do? Pull out of his grip? But that would be rude. He was incredibly helpful to me tonight. And to think he's freaking delicious! What kind of girl would I be if I turned him down?

A crazy girl who's never tired of being single, that is.

We stopped at a table surrounded by men chatting and drinking. It's no doubt that they're his friends. Each one of them searched my face as my husband boomed. "Guys, I'd like you to meet the newest couple in town. Congrats to me and this beautiful damsel. She's everything I ever dreamed of wanting in a wife." He raised a glass of wine on the table in cheer.

The boys laughed, shaking their heads at him and me. Oh, how badly I wanted to rip their laughing boxes from their throats and step on them!

"Hello, sweetheart," they all said in greetings. "Apologies on our brother's behalf. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well."

Figures. All men are the same, I mused. "Thank you."

"So, what's your name?" A guy with a neatly trimmed beard and hazel eyes asked me, his gaze unsettling. I laughed awkwardly, forgetting my name for a moment.

"Cherry," my ever-so-loving fake husband said. I flicked my eyes at him in gratitude. He's such a knight in shining armor.

"Cherry Blossom?" Another guy chuckled and my fake husband shrugged.

"You could call her that. It's suiting."

They all go back to what they were saying before we interrupted and Mr. Blue Eyes led me outside, to the balcony. We watched the stars briefly together before I cleared my throat and turned to find him staring at my cleavage.

I smacked his arm. "Stop being a creep."

He looked away in guilt, scratching the back of his neck. "Now I see why that bastard was so adamant about letting you go. It's hard not to stare at you dressed like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Guess self-control is not a thing when it comes to you men."

"It's hard, believe me."

"Would you at least try? It's not sexy if I'm being honest." I glanced back at the table we'd just come from, at the six men he was friends with. They were all handsome...and cultured, every responsible woman's dream. Expensive suits and diamond-studded watches. I sighed, looking up at the stars once more.

"You like stars?" he buzzed beside me. "They're beautiful."

"I know."

"Let me be honest with you here, you were safer with the other guy."

"How do you mean?" I didn't spare him a glance, my mind occupied with how beautiful the sky looked from out there. It was such a sight, given the fact that Manhattan had never seemed so glorious at night.

"Because, unlike him, I have you on the tip of my fingers. You owe me, Cherry Blossom. And tonight, I want to fuck you senseless over my bedpost."

My brain got to work, mental images of how he'd look sweaty and naked behind me, sliding his cock in. I shuddered. "T-That's so not happening. Give me another option."

His lips curled up in naught. "How about a blowjob then? Those bright red lips of yours will look incredibly good around my cock, don't you think?"

"Nope, I don't think so." I glared at him.

"Do you want to bet?" H shuffled through his breast pocket now and pulled out a five hundred dollar bill. I gasped at the large sum, my shock coming forth as incoherent. "We could do that."

"I love it when they're so confident." I shook my head, taking a deep breath in a bid to regain my bearings. And to think that was the dumbest pick-up line I'd ever heard.

He wiggled the five hundred dollar bill in front of my eyes. "Um, hello? I'm not playing."

"Fine," I groaned, snatching the five hundred dollars from his hand. "I will bet five hundred dollars on not getting your disgusting cock anywhere near me tonight."

He winked, lifting a sexy brow. "Challenge accepted."

Elaine

I moaned softly as my back hit the door, his lips on mine as he twisted the door knob to let us in. I'd found him increasingly attractive after my fourth drink or so and had pulled him to a hidden corner on the balcony, pressing my body to his, the pores of my skin dripping with need. He'd chuckled as his tongue dug past my teeth, his large hands finding the back of my thighs, cupping them roughly to hook around his waist. I arched my back, tilting my head as his hot mouth traveled down my jaw and neck, stopping at the line between my breasts, sucking at the fair skin there. I ran my hands through his soft, blonde curls, the waves of pleasure making my legs tremble.

God, feels so good.

But he'd pulled away immediately, reaching for his back pocket and pulling out a silver key – the reflection of the balcony lights off the metal just as immaculate as his dentition which he flashed at me. My disappointment turned to one of curiosity. "Y-You have a room? In this place?"

He chuckled, the sound rich and full of pride. It felt dangerous that I was getting entangled in a mwith I didn't know anything about. But at the same time, it felt like a fun thing on a night like this. I was loosening myself up to possibilities, just as the girls wanted. "Yes, I do. Wanna check it out?"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up here with him. The room is dull, everything a pitch-black color and the tiles monochrome. I tugged off his suit roughly, undoing the tie and unbuttoning the inner light blue shirt. At the sight of his porcelain skin, my head started pounding, my brain in overdrive. I pinched his left nipple and savored the look of pleasure on his face.

I stepped up on the nipple play, running the tight, pink bud between my fingers, his blue eyes darkening, his mouth slightly opened – in wonder, in shock. I let go of his left and head for his right, teasing and turning it through my fingers, then flattened my palm on his broad chest and pushed him down on the bed on his back. Slipping out my panties very slowly, his eyes glued to my every movement, I tossed them aside, spread his legs apart, and clambered on his crotch, my hands dancing on his chest, taking his nipples between my fingers once again. He groaned, pulling his hands behind his head, and watched as I moved my waist about, dry humping his hardened cock that was leaking enough precum to ensure an easy penetration. I clamped my butt on the tip of his dick, gasping in surprise when he cupped my dangling boobs, taking them fully in his large hands. He squeezed, rubbing them against each other as I quickened my dirty dance.

Oh God, how on earth did he get me to be like this? Turned out I'd been holding myself back since the minute I grabbed him. He made being bad so... so much fun.

I bent over to capture his lips in a heated kiss, his tongue thrusting through my lips to fight with mine. I ground my butt harder against his crotch, his precum warm against my quivering entrance. "You owe me five-hundred bucks, Cherry sweetheart." He chuckled against my lips.

I pushed my hair which was falling over my eyes. "Shut up."

"I know a lot of ways you can pay me in kind, darling," he whispers seductively, flipping me over in a flash and leaning back to undo his zipper. I stared with widening eyes as he pulled out his huge cock, flogging it against his palm like a screwdriver tool. Damn, what a horsey cock! He clambered on me now, stopping at my middle, his legs on either side of me and he slid his junk between my breasts. I moaned, watching the monster move like a snake on my chest, the sweaty sensation driving me insane. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands encase my breasts once more, this time around his cock. "Your tits...they're the best I've ever seen. Fuck!"

I didn't say anything, already on cloud nine.

Damn, Cora was so damn right. I'd been missing out on something huge all this while. He began to pound my chest softly, causing the bed to start rocking and I let my legs spread even further apart, my sex clenching in pleasure. I can't take it anymore. I needed his piece of meat deep inside me. Now. Father Lord, now!

Suddenly, I burst out laughing, amused by that thought. Oh God, I was losing it here. What spell did he cast on me...? I've never thought of a man this way. Well, not after Pablo, to be exact.

Pablo and I dated for six years, the first man I'd ever known. Funny thing was, we didn't meet in high school. I was such a naïve, stuck-up bitch that while the smart girls were attending parties and banging boys in the janitor's closet, I was on my own, nose stuck in every book I could find, eyes seeking out every scholarship offer on the net.

My mother was battling cancer and I had no idea who my father was, so the future was certain to an extent...schooling seemed like a far-fetched dream, yet I reached out for it, with all my might, all that I was made of. Fast forward five years later, I had a Creative Writing degree and was a chief editor in a small publishing firm downtown and Pablo Escobar walked in like the sunlight pouring in through a window, strong, powerful, entrapping my heart at just hello.

He was a rookie writer, needed heavy editing and proofreading on his debut, and in the weeks that followed, he came around the firm a lot more often and a bond I'd imagined but never thought would happen was slowly coming to reality. We went on dates, and had our first sex in the back of his Audi RS4 – He popped my cherry, and after that, we became even closer – we even visited his parents a lot of times, with him introducing me as his boss, then later, his fiancée. His Father was thrilled – a fine, huge Russian man, while his mother...was the witch who broke us up.

He told me about how she didn't think it was right for him to get married to his boss while we were in the middle of sex one night. I pointed out that I didn't own him forever – I was simply helping him with his debut so that didn't add up.

He climbed off me faster than he'd gotten on, his dark eyes angry and accusatory. "Are you trying to say that my Mom doesn't know what she's saying?"

I sat up now, suddenly feeling ashamed of my nudity. I threw the nearest piece of clothing I could find across my chest. "Well, technically. What's gotten into you?"

"Everything!" he bellowed, his voice ringing far into the still night. "You've been a lot more burden these past few weeks, bossing me around as you like."

"Sorry if my helping out feels like I'm bossing you around. But let me remind you, without me, your book would never be nearly as good as it is right now. I put in the effort, the time – sleepless nights, trying to make it a beautiful piece because I love you so fucking much and this is how you repay me? Wow, Pablo. What was I even expecting? It's so much like you to say this."

"You know what? Fuck you. I'm leaving," his voice trembled as he slid his Winnie The Pooh boxer briefs on and left without his shirt. Here's a thing you should probably know about men like Pablo; in as much as they were their Mommy's spoilt brats, they also had an ego the size of Africa. So, it was nothing new for him to expect me to apologize like the weak, cheap bitch he thinks I am, but when he waited weeks without hearing a word from me, he broke up with me officially through the mail.

Two weeks later, I ran into him and his new bae at a supermarket, locking lips and behaving like lovesick puppies. It was cute...but I felt hurt.

Anyways, good riddance.

"Hey," Mr. Blue Eyes ran a finger over my left cheek, snapping me back to the present. His brows were raised in question. "Where has your mind been all this while?"

"Sorry," I sighed and he beamed sexily, his lips like a bird swooping down on prey as they capture mine. I attacked with as much fervor as he gave, and he chuckled.

"And now I have you fully back."

"Bastard," I whispered against his lips. His cock slides between my wet lips now and my legs shudder. I smiled at his expertise. "So, when are you finally going to fuck me?"

He laughed into my mouth and lifted my legs over his shoulder, our eyes never leaving each other's as he sunk his ramrod length into me. Hard. I drew in a hollow breath, my brain seconds away from combusting.

Fuck.

Holy cow!

This guy is...HUGE. My eyes bulged as my pussy adjusted slowly to his size – he's bigger than Pablo by three inches more, which is a shame because I'd always believed that Russian men had the biggest cocks in existence. What do you expect from a girl who'd never explored men?

"Oh God, Cherry. You're the perfect fit," he whispered as he pulled out gently and slid home again. "So fucking perfect."

My back arched off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of my head. This feels...too good. Slow sex had always been my breaking point and he was so damn great at it, plus his sweet endearments were blowing my mind – some of them unfamiliar to my ears because they were Spanish or something, but the way they rolled off his tongue, like honey...the sweetest kind, was enough to pass the message across.

He started pounding now, the slap of his skin against mine loud and sharp. The head of the bed hits the wall and the noise, accompanied by my sexual cries, rents the air in an offbeat melody. The party is pounding downstairs and we're not the only ones having sex, so no one is real. "B-B-Blue..." I was saying incoherently. "Fuck!"

He placed my legs on his shoulder now, my arse slightly off the bed, and drives home even harder and faster, groaning and increasing his pace. I-I couldn't take it. I couldn't breathe. It felt as though he was splitting me into halves...in a good way. I writhed about on the sheets. "Oh, God. Oh, Blue. Oh, shit!"

He roared out his orgasm into my mouth, the waves shaking his shoulders hard as he spasmed, holding me tight against him, his seed filling me up to the brim. He pulled out and I squirted, my hands in his messy curls, eyes shut, the memory of this moment imprinted permanently on my brain.

He would never be easy to forget. None of this would be.

My body started to quiver, my orgasm rocking through me like a fluid – we laid silent now, our bodies covered in a bright sheen of perspiration, his arms around me and mine around his neck – holding on to the moment. Wishing for it to last forever. His mouth meets mine and he kisses me tenderly as though I was delicate like ice. "You'd make such an excellent wife, Cherry."

I laughed and he rolled us over so I was straddling his hips. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat while I tried to catch my breath.

His fingers filtered through my hair idly. "Go to sleep now, Cherry." His hand moved down my lower back, stopping at my butt and staying there. I pressed a kiss to the ribs and drifted off to a peaceful slumber.