Steamy Billionaire Stories Collection

LUKE

Cambridge was nothing more but a place my father threw me to spend the next six months of living. It was where I lost everything that shined brightly before my eyes. And this was where I built my dreams, but shattered into a thousand pieces.

Every friend I had in this dump was now an enemy. This was where "loyalty" and "compassion" was ripped from me.

To deal with everything once more, I should at least enjoy myself in every possible way. I'd booked a suite at the Ritz Carlton, where I was leaning on the bed, tangling the hair of a woman devouring my shaft.

She was teasingly sliding her tongue around my tip. "Do you want it like this?" She looked up at me. I groaned and didn't answer. I pushed her head down as she pressed her lips to cover my whole. Over the whole three hours, I bent her over the table and fucked her endlessly.

It was satisfying, yes, but in the next few days, I had to find someone else.

And then she took me in her mouth again. The pleasure was building up through me, my legs stiffened, and my body was telling me to let go. I slightly pushed her head away, but she didn't move. She went down deeper and sucked me harder. I scowled and tried to pull her even more, but it was too late, but I came in her mouth.

She looked at me, hungrily, and then she swallowed every last drop.

Not bad.

When she's finally moving away, I sprang then zipped my pants.

"It's my first time swallowing, you know, " she informed.

"You shouldn't have, " I said coldly. I need to go.

"Shall we have dinner and then go on with a few rounds?"

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "What happened when you agreed that there wouldn't be the next round?"

That was how exactly women wanted it to start. A senseless conversation, sex, and at the end of the day, she would begin to think there was something more. I was done with that.

"Can't you consider since we've been talking for a few days? It's the examinations this coming week, and I have no time to open my account to chat with you?"

Right, yes. I met her online. I'd met her on MeetandGreet, an online dating site. Her profile said she was a professor at a University.

"No. Thanks. I need to go somewhere else."

"Hmm, why don't we just tell each other something real? My name's Chloe, and I'm not a professor but an undergraduate from Boston University. I'm not really from Harvard. I drove here several hours to meet you, and I don't give my real names to a stranger." She smiled sheepishly as if her lies were something to brag about.

"What, you just screw with them, is that it?" I shook my head in disbelief. The fact that she lied about her name and school was a major turned off. "Are you going to stay here, or do you need fare for the cab?"

"How dare you?" she cursed, her voice raised.

"Is there something wrong with my question?"

"Wow..." She shook her head. "Someday, you'll regret doing this."

"Regret doing what?"

"This. Making a woman waste their time and hope that you're interested, and then you'll fuck her, and then you'll move on to the next."

"I never gave hopes." Where's my wallet? Damn it.

"One day, you'll find your own taste of medicine, " she continued.

Oh, there it is. "You know what, Chloe, or whatever your name is, I don't give a fuck what you think of my future."

***

Five years ago, Harvard was my favorite place. It was where I sat, dreamed, hoped, fell in love, and spent days with the people I trusted. I created my own world with the people I loved, but all of it ended up a broken dream when I found the person I loved the most fucking another man.

I wasn't a dramatic kind of person, well, I was. I was sentimental, compassionate, and considerate-which I now despise about myself.

Fortunately, I was able to redeem half of myself when Dad remarried. My stepmother, Gene, was a bit unacceptable at first. However, she showed me that I could trust another person other than Jake, or Aries. And to end this fucking overview of my life, I liked the person I'd become. At least no one would dare get inside of me again, see through me, and break my trust.

I'd been looking for a woman to screw online since last year. I found it entertaining and interesting, knowing that I could choose whoever I want to screw without commitments.

I never trusted a woman online-all I wanted was their wet core. I scrolled through my inbox and checked if I had emails from women I could meet this weekend.

I deleted the other messages I wasn't in, especially fake profiles. Then, another email popped up. The message was from Ericka. The one and only email I kept in my inbox for some compelling reason. She was twenty-eight, a Harvard graduate, working in an IT company in Cambridge. We'd been sending senseless emails for three months. She was fun to talk to, and she was sexy as fuck when she started the dirty talks.

I opened her message.

Subject: I need help

I need help on deleting your unlimited messages. What is this all about? There were tons of woman to find in this app, and you're supposed to be with one because it's Saturday and yet, you're interrupting me in the middle of my meditation because my mother was trying to set me up to a loser and that loser was my ex-boyfriend I dumped last month. Well, it's not her fault. She didn't know about him.

- Ericka

Subject: Re: I need help

Well, I was waiting for you to finally open your account to tell you that I'm in Cambridge right now, just a few steps away from you.

Maybe this is the right time to finally show yourself to me. You've been teasing me for three months with your smart ass mouth.

But, I don't think that you need help on anything, but you just wanted to tell me your loser ex-boyfriend.

Now, will you tell me where are you right now, so we could talk face to face?

- Jax

Subject: Re: Re: I need help

Well Jax, I already told you that I'm sharing a room with a female. There's no chance we could meet. However, even if I'm alone, I will never show my face to you. It's against my rules. I never meet a man online.

- Ericka

Damn it. I tossed the phone on the bed. We'd met through an app ProExpress Chat founded at Harvard. It was a simple social networking application which only allows the user to chat anonymously. No profile pictures, feeds, comment box or even blogs, nothing, just an inbox and a few details such as name and age, gender, relationship status, and occupation.

Every user must be a professional and a graduate of Harvard. You must be invited by the admins for the registration link. It's either you were a doctor, a professor, architect, artist, or a CEO (like me). I never wanted to try the app, but since I don't mix any of my shits anymore, but only hard sex. I gave it a try.

The app was intended for professional chat only, but I say, screw the rules. My one protocol was to get their personal number so I could call them.

And I had Ericka's number.

"Why don't you just give me your address and your real name? I'm tired of just talking to you over the phone."

She laughed, deliciously. I just liked hearing her voice. "We'll never meet. It's impossible. Besides, I'm busy."

"I don't care anymore about your excuses. Would you like to know my address and my name? I just moved in."

"I don't know why you're in Cambridge right now, but I'm not interested. I can't lose a friend when you only want is one night, and then you're done. You're going to throw me away, just like the others."

"I'm very sure that it won't be just one night for us, " I admitted. "I can make an exception since you've gained my trust."

"Oh, really? This should be good."

"Yes, so what tell me? I'll be willing to come and get you."

"I don't think so. Hey, I need to go Jax."

"Wait! Okay. I'm giving you a week. If you don't show yourself to me, I'm done talking with you."

She chuckled. "I'm sure you won't do that."

"I am sure that I would."

"No, you won't."

"Why not?"

"Because you like the sound of my voice."

"I'm pretty sure I like the sound of you, moaning." I sighed. "Look, I can't continue our friendship like this. I need to see you. One week, Ericka."

"I can't. I'm going to New York to see my parents this week. Did you remember? It's been a long time since I last saw my mother."

"That's good then. I'll put New York to my schedule this week, and then I'll meet you. I'll take you to New York."

Silence.

"Ericka?"

"What? I don't know. I can't promise."

"Listen to me very carefully. I'm very good at tracking people. I could find anyone in just one blink and the only reason I wasn't doing it because I respected that you're not ready. But, this isn't going anywhere. I need to be buried inside you. I would like to hear you scream my name, my real name, and devour every inch of you. If you don't say yes, I'm going to find you."

I heard her skipping a breath. "Don't you think it's illegal?"

"I will take every risk."

"Jax, " she called. "Okay, but not this week but next two weeks. Please? This week is a bad time."

"Done. Fourteen days and you will tell me your address. Fourteen fucking days, Ericka or we're done."

"Okay! Okay! Stop intimidating me."

"Good. That's good then, Ericka. Good night."

SCARLET

A few weeks ago...

I was always lonely. I've never been happy. How about you? Are you lonely? By the way, what happened with your date? – Ericka

No. I'm not. Forget about my date because she's a fucking liar and the only thing I hate the most was fucking liars – Jax

Maybe because you need to understand that perhaps they have reasons... - Ericka

He did not respond after I sent him those last words. Jax clearly said he wasn't into crybabies and he had no remorse over the things he does and I believed him. He fucked different woman every week-like an endless loop.

I lied to Jax about a lot of things, but I couldn't seem to let him go. He was fun to talk to. The late-night phone calls were getting hot, and he knew exactly what I needed. He knew exactly how to make me too damned wet. The sound of his voice was too delicious enough. I imagined Jax as a very, very attractive man. How much more if I see him?

It was months ago since I joined the social media app. Mom came by to my dorm and borrowed my computer. She logged in her email, which I accidentally opened later. What got me for not logging out yet was the first subject on her email. It was an interesting title in all capital letters.

ANONYMOUS CHAT EXCLUSIVE FOR HARVARD PROFESSIONALS

Since my Mom was an alumnus of Harvard, she received a link straight to ProExpress Chat. I never intended to use it, but I know it would help me in the future. I only planned to use it to speak with the IT graduates for educational purposes. I was a bit guilty of using Mom's link and created an anonymous account.

I lay on the soft foam of my bed, then grabbed my phone from the bedside table and signed in to the app. I composed a message to Jax.

Subject: Two weeks busy

You've been busy. I've been thinking. How do you do it? I mean, how do you date the woman? Do you still dine at a restaurant before you go to the hotel? Do you pay for everything?

Ericka

I bit my lip and tried to think what if he was going to respond. My notification popped up. I bit my lip. Damn it, Jax. You're only interested in this kind of messages.

Subject: Re: Two weeks busy

I told you, I don't date. Yes, I pay for everything. Do you want me to book a few reservations?

Jax

Subject: Re: Re: Two weeks busy

What happened to just one?

Ericka

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Two weeks busy

If it was you, I could make an exception.

Jax

I laughed. Damn, I was crazy. I read his message many times, but I couldn't seem to get over what he said. Really? Was he going to make an exception? For me? I was still thinking of what to reply, but his name appeared on my phone screen. I answered the call right away.

"Jax, " I breathed.

"What took you so long?" he asked, his voice irritated, "I don't mind flying to Cambridge right now if you just tell me where you live."

"I asked you because I was curious." I bit my lip. "What do you look like?"

"If you want to know what I look like, then let me see you."

I gasped, my mouth getting dry. "Seriously, Jax."

"I look like a man who wants to fuck you. How about you? What do you look like?"

PRESENT...

"Yes, Mom. I'm already packing." I put my phone on loudspeaker so I could pack my things properly. She's been calling me endless since last night, reassuring if I was going to come home for the weekends.

After Mom remarried, I never saw my stepfather or his son again. I flew to Cambridge straight to study, and they never once visited me. To be honest, I didn't have expectations. Thomas was always busy with work, but he was kind to me, but for his son Luke-I was invisible.

"I'm just so excited to see you, honey. It's okay if it's not on my birthday and I understand that you are busy, but please just let Thomas's driver pick you up at the airport next week, " she said, her voice high pitched as usual.

"No, Mom, but thank you. You know me, I don't want to be treated like a princess with a bodyguard." I stood and walked in front of the mirror. I let down my wavy dark brown hair and stared at my reflection then finished my makeup with a swipe of the lip gloss and popped my mouth. I didn't want to tell Mom I was flying to New York tonight. Though she knew I was going to come home, she had no idea that I was going to arrive early for her forty-eighth birthday. It was Thomas's idea.

"I just want to give the best for my only baby, " she said.

"I'm not your only one. I have a stepbrother, remember?"

"You're still my only one. Lucas was never home, but he promised to attend the party tonight. Oh, by the way, honey, Luke is in Cambridge. He arrived there a few days ago and didn't Thomas tell you?"

"Luke's here? No, Thomas didn't tell me, " I murmured.

"Why don't you ask Luke to meet? You two haven't seen each other for a long time, " she suggested, and I shivered oddly as if someone poured cold water over my head.

For the record, the wedding day was the first and last time I saw him.

I noticed this about me every time Mom was talking about Luke. Of course, I couldn't tell her that I had a big crush on Luke, and I was always curious to know him. I secretly stalked him on Google. I looked for social media accounts he might have, but there was nothing. I only found articles about him and the company. I tried and searched if he was dating, but there weren't pictures of him with a woman.

I bit my lip hard as I remembered his face at the wedding. Luke was an epitome of male beauty-an utter perfection. Every time Mom talked about him, every hormone in me was rising.

So, I don't think meeting him was a good idea. "We're not close." Mom heaved a sigh. "Would you believe me if he said the same when I ask him to meet you?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he wasn't interested in meeting his one and only stepsister. "I'm not surprised."

"Oh, well... That's Luke. You'll get to know him when you come home. I really miss you, honey."

Damn, I was strangely excited. Butterflies filled my tummy.

"I miss you too, Mom." So much. Then, we hang up. I slid my phone in my pocket and then grabbed my luggage.

Goodbye, my room.

SCARLET

I still couldn't get over the thought of Luke being here in Cambridge. I'd been debating with myself whether to show and introduce myself formally, but how would I? I couldn't ask Mom for his number. I didn't know where he lived. However, I was more concern about what would I feel if I see him. I would certainly have mixed emotions. I heard Thomas assigned him to a new business project in Cambridge, and he's going to stay for three months. It would be enough time until I graduate in two months. I badly needed someone's help with IT expertise for my thesis. Luke was an IT genius in his Harvard days.

I frowned at my wristwatch. The Uber I booked came at last after fifteen minutes of waiting. I dragged my luggage along with me and stepped in the car. To my irritation, my phone rang precisely the moment I settled in the car. "Good evening, Ms. Scarlet Carter?" the Uber driver asked, "And your destination is JFK airport?"

"Yes, thank you, " I answered quickly, then I drew out the phone from my pocket. Jax's name appeared on the screen.

"Yes, what is it?" I snapped.

"What's with your tone?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm going to be late for my nine o'clock flight."

"Is it today?" he asked, then cleared his throat.

"Yes. Why did you call me?"

"I just want to remind you of our agreement. Nine days more to go, Ericka."

I rolled my eyes. "Why? Didn't you find another woman to screw this weekend?"

"Unfortunately, I've been busy. I flew back home last night." He groaned. I noticed the grogginess in his voice. Jax told me that he was a businessman, and he often flies around the world. I wasn't sure if I was going to believe him, but he made himself clear how he hated liars, so I guessed he was telling the truth. Though, I didn't bother asking about it.

"You flew back home?" I frowned. "Isn't your home in Manhattan? I still don't understand the coincidence between us."

"Yet, you can't show yourself to me. I'm starting hate answering your queries about your job. Are you sure you're a graduate?"

I bit my lip. "Of course, I am. I won't be able to register in the app if I'm not, right? Also, as I said, your expertise in IT is wider than mine. I'm still new to this."

"I'm pretty sure you also didn't give your real name on ProExpress."

"Ericka is my real name, " I lied. "But I'm sure yours isn't Jax."

"Do you want me to tell you my real name?"

"No. Thank you, " I declined right away. I had stalker tendencies. If I know about him, I will search his name all over the internet.

"You soon find out when we meet."

"What if I'm ugly?"

"I'm pretty sure you're not."

"I said, what if? What if I'm not your type?"

"Then, I'll cover your head with the bedsheet."

I laughed. "Okay, okay. Because I'm sure you'll be disappointed. I'm not pretty."

"I don't care. I care much about how wet you could get if I'm inside you." And there, I felt something building up inside me.

"You don't care about appearance, is that it?"

"No. I care, but it would be much easier if you told me what you look like."

"I look like a woman." I giggled. "Why are you in New York? Didn't you arrive in Cambridge a few days ago?"

"It's family matters. Something came up, " he said. "I can easily find you when you arrive here, you know?"

"You won't do that."

"I said, I can. I didn't say I will. And I don't stalk. I only search for people if they committed fraud."

"Good. Because I'm going to sue you." He laughed softly. "I'll see you in nine days, then when is your flight back?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, in a week."

"Good, I have to hang up, my father's calling from the other line. Have a safe flight, Ericka."

"Thanks, Bye."

I hang up then tried to call Thomas's number, but his line was busy. So I just sent him a message. I told him about my expected time of arrival. I just hoped he received it. He insisted on having me pick up at the airport. He was happy that I was finally coming home. If only he could wrap me in a box with a ribbon as a present to my mother. Thomas's was a great man, and he was a good husband to Mom. When we talked over the phone, never-ending things about how he loved her. But I heard that he's a strict man and the King of the house-and someone shouldn't break a King's word.

However, his son, Luke, was no prince since he hardly stayed in the house. Then that made my Mom the Queen. I wonder if they would treat me like a princess. I giggled at the thought, but I remembered that I don't want to be like one.

The flight went on smoothly. Honestly, I was excited and nervous at the same time. It's been five years since I last saw New York. As usual, even airports were crowded. I dragged my luggage and decided to find Thomas's driver.

After a few minutes of searching, I couldn't Thomas's driver. Mom said he should be an early forties man, and he had my picture so he would easily find me. My shoulders were beginning to get heavy and feet, too. I thought that he got jammed in traffic.

I drew out my phone and decided to call Thomas. But as I was scrolling on my phone, someone approached me. I lifted my head to see him, and to my surprise, Luke was standing in front of me. I gasped at the sight of him. My heart pounded abnormally.

"Hello, little sister, " he greeted. His voice sounded so smooth and strangely familiar. My imagination didn't give justice to how beautiful he was. He's even more gorgeous than I last saw him. He was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a gray silk tie, a Constantin wristwatch, and I was sure that he was wearing a pair of custom made shoes.

My knees started to feel giddy. Luke's deep cerulean eyes were piercing through mine, and his chiselled jaws were sharp and defined.

"Luke, " I breathed. "How did you find me?"

He flashed out a half-smile. I almost melted. "Technically, I remembered your face a little."

"Where's.... Where's the driver?" I asked, my mouth still felt dry. He was too beautiful. It was too much to handle.

"He's not here. Come on." He snatched the handle of my suitcase from me. I instantly felt tingles in my stomach when his fingers brushed mine.

"Wait. What's going on? How come you are here?"

"Unfortunately, Dad asked me to come and pick you up." He looked briefly at his wristwatch, his left eyebrow raised. "Come. It's getting late." Luke walked first.

I wanted to ask him why he's in New York since I thought he was in Cambridge, but my mouth suddenly felt immobilized.