The Billionaire's Love Web

Matilda walked towards the window in a bid to calm her rising temper. Maybe the beautiful view of forest green surrounding her parents' tall fence could help in this otherwise frustrating discussion with her mum.

'But honey, your father and I have always wanted the best for you and your sister, why would you ever think of working when we have made sure to provide for your every need?'

'Mummy, it's not that, and you know it',

Matilda turned away from the window with an impatient huff. If there's anything she has learned all her life, it was that tantrums don't work with her mother, so it was with a great deal of patience that she tried to rein in her rising temper.

''With Hilda's relocation to Houston and you and daddy always out from one business trip to another, the house never seemed bigger'"

She lamented while flaying her hands wide to indicate the big sitting room space they were currently in with its intimidating white walls and state-of-the-art furniture tastefully arranged around the room by the interior decorator her mother nonetheless hired,

'Everything is clean and proper', she continued, 'but only devoid of human presence, and I'm bored out of my mind'

She drew out the latter with an eye roll as she fell into the cushion her mum sat on, hoping that her mother would see that her sanity was at the brink if she didn't get a job soon.

'But, what about...' Amelia began to say.

'Fredrick doesn't cut it this time, Mother'

She already knew her mum was going to play that card, and she was ready, not after the countless rehearsals in front of the mirror whilst waiting two days for her parents' return from Mumbai.

She moved closer to her mum and took both hands in hers, her eyes filled with all the plea she could muster,

'Mother, please' she pleaded earnestly.

'We are twenty-six and still your little girls', she saw the first hint of a smile playing on the corners of her mother's lips since this conversation began, 'but we are old enough now' she quickly added.

Amelia looked at her daughter, really looked this time, and noticed the beautiful woman she had grown into. She had her father's height and the most beautiful red flaming hair just like her sister's, caressed the soft contours of her face.

Her twin daughters were very identical in physique but very much different, personality-wise. Hilda was the older twin by twenty minutes and always joked around the house when they were little about how Matilda was still enjoying her 'beauty sleep' for an extra twenty minutes while she struggled her way out. This had always resulted in laughter and bickering between the twins but they had grown with the tightest bond to the pleasure of their parents.

Matilda had always been calm and reserved. Unlike Hilda, she was very introverted and didn't have a lot of friends growing up. Which was one of the reasons Amelia was skeptical as to how she would cope outside, in the real world. The last thing Amelia wanted was for any of her daughters to have to rough through life and her husband, Connor, shared this belief too. That was why they worked tirelessly to create an empire the twins could always rely on.

'Okay, baby', she relented.

'We can start looking to get you somewhere suitable, but you have to promise me that the moment it gets too tough, you will remember that your home is always open'. Amelia cupped her daughter's cheeks with eyes filled with love and leaned in to kiss her fondly on the cheeks.

'Yes, Mother,' Tilda nodded enthusiastically.

'I will always remember that, i promise' she smiled widely as she hugged her mother excitedly and, with little skips in her steps, bounced off to the staircase, heading to her room to call her sister and share this great news.

Amelia smiled as she watched her go and remained there even after she heard her room door close behind her. So when her ringtone broke the silence of the sitting room, she started out of her reverie but smiled when she saw the caller.

'Hey, honey' she greeted her husband at the other end of the line,

'Hey, babe, are you settled in yet?' he inquired, and she could hear the smile I'm his voice.

She couldn't remember the last time each addressed the other with their real names. They have always been taken with the idea of pet names and that has also sustained their marriage, inevitably.

'Yes, although I have just got off a conversation with Tilda'. Amelia picked her words carefully, not wanting to worry her husband.

'Oh, what about?, his tone perked up as it always does whenever his daughters are mentioned

'Nothing much, honey, just how she would love to experience having a job'

There was a slight chuckle before he spoke again with nostalgia lacing his tone, 'Our little girls are not so little anymore, are they now?' he asked rhetorically, but continued before Amelia could cut in,

'We should find her a position at Vance Corporation. She would love it there. What do you say, babe?'

Amelia didn't respond immediately, but he could hear her breathing at the other end of the line and knew she was organizing her next words, as she always does. One would think that having been married for nineteen years,they would spurt things at each other without thinking first, but not his wife. She has to think and rethink it before finally letting it out.He had always teased her overthinking spirit, but that was one of the most beautiful things about her that he adored. They had a happy marriage and even a happier one when the twins arrived a year into their marriage. He couldn't think of anyone to do life other than with the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld under the Eiffel Tower in Paris twenty years ago, who was currently at the other end of the line, probably fingering the fabric of the clothes she had on as she always does when nervous about something.

He let out a soft chuckle, 'It is okay, baby, tell me what she said'

Amelia smiled at her husband's soothing voice in her ears. After all these years, she could never get tired of hearing his voice.

'You know what,' she finally said ,'when you get back,I will tell you all about it, it's nothing to worry about, really.'

'You sure?' Connor asked with concern in his voice.

'Yes, honey. Now, where are you? It's been four hours since we parted at the airport', she asked in a bid to change the topic

'I had to drop in at the office for a meeting and I still have some documents to review. I will be a few more hours,love', Amelia heard rustling in the background. She knew how immersive he could get when he worked.

'I know you are tired. Don't wait for me. I have to go now' he added, distractedly.

'Alright, honey, see you soon,' Amelia responded.

At the call end tone, she got off the sofa and strode into the kitchen to check what was for dinner as their Indian housekeeper,Grishna, was running late.

*

'Sir, here are the applicants the HR team rescheduled for a follow-up interview which will be conducted tomorrow ' Stefan's HR manager said while keeping the said file on his desk. She had doubled as his secretary since the past week when Leah relocated after getting married to her childhood boyfriend, and he had been grateful for her competence so far in combining both duties till another secretary is employed.

He had been busy with the financial records of Woodford Companies on his desk but looked up when he heard Serena speak, he hadn't even heard her knock.

'Oh, I'll look through that, thank you', he palmed the file she dropped on his desk and went back to his paperwork.

Serena's gaze lingered on her boss for an extra few seconds with a small smile playing on her lips. She averted them and made for the door with her heels, echoing a soft 'click' around the office.

A few more days and she would be a year at Woodford Companies and still, nothing her boss does in private is the same as the show he puts on for the press.

He was a chronic workaholic who would rather be alone than with company.

She remembered vividly sometime last year when it was carried on every news blog that Stefan was dating the famous Hollywood star, Halle Berry. There were pictures of them everywhere but he never for once allowed her to visit him at work and one time she had come unannounced, she had had to leave ten minutes later through the back door, after a heated argument had ensued between them in Stefan's office.

Leah had told them afterward that she had overheard words like 'contract termination and boundaries' before a teary Halle had pushed open the door and ran out.

And as the girlfriends list increased in number, she had also noticed a certain air of disinterest in her boss in every one of them. None had lasted over three months.

He neither called nor returned their calls, so often, they resorted to calling the office to know his whereabouts. It was always the same answer for them.

'He is in a meeting right now so unavailable to attend calls, I would let him know you called',

Of course, none of the calls were ever returned and soon, the messages stopped being relayed to him, altogether,of which he didn't mind.

Serena sighed and riveted her thoughts to more pressing tasks as she took her seat at her desk.

Stefan picked the file Serena had brought him and perused the applicants. There were four of them. He noticed that one of the papers had slipped onto the floor. He picked it up and, without glancing at it, set it beside the file but continued with the other three he had already started perusing. Their qualifications and appearance on the passport attaché were good enough. He finally picked the last one he had set aside and saw that it was hers. Hers!

Stefan stood up from his desk and strode to the transparent glass that lined from top to bottom of his office, overlooking the streets and buildings of Chicago. He stood with his trim, well-manicured hands in the pockets of his pants and overlooked the busy city below. He had just come back from a trip to New York to discuss the opening of Woodford Companies, in New York City, with investors and his executive board.

This new project had kept him abroad for a week and delayed the hiring of a new secretary since Leah left, but now, he couldn't push back the task anymore as he needed a secretary to pay more attention to the new branch opening.

With a pensive sigh, he went over to the coffee machine, poured himself a cup of coffee and went back to his previous position; looking down at the activities on Chicago's main street. He was distraught, and he knew the cause, he knew she was the reason;the fiery redhead from a weekend in Paris, who he couldn't forget to remember and who now was applying for the position as his secretary.

*THREE YEARS AGO...

'Okay, contact them tomorrow and let me know how many shares they are willing to sell' Stefan said to his stockbroker to conclude the meeting they had been in for over an hour in the foyer of Hotêl le Pavillon, one of his hotels.

He had planned to spend the summer weekend in his hotel and had every intention of relaxing while at it. He clocked thirty-one some days back and since then he hadn't heard the end of it from his mother, who had gone from subtle to shameless in reminding him it was time to settle down. Not like her talks affected him in any way whatsoever, he could get married at forty-five for all he cared. After all, she had grandchildren already from her two other sons, his older brothers. What more could she need?

He stood to go up to his suites, but his eyes fell upon the contours of her back as she sat, drinking alone at the bar. Her red hair cascaded down to her waist, framing the profile of the face he couldn't yet see from his angle. She looked like she was staring absentmindedly into her glass of...he squinted to get a better look,scotch, or so it looked like.

He had decided to have fun on this trip anyway, so why not start here, he reasoned, as he strode over to the bar and sat on the stool beside hers.

The bartender immediately came to him:

'Welcome Sir, what would you like to have this evening?'

He had previously told his staff not to pay him an undue amount of attention because he owned the hotel. He couldn't have been more glad that that warning paid off at that moment.

He glanced at her as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a drink.

'I would have what the lady's having,' he said, gesturing to her.

The bartender nodded and got right to making his drink.

At this, she turned to look at him, and he could easily believe that she was the most beautiful woman, aside from his mother, he had ever seen.

He took in the soft curves of her face, the perfectly shaped nose and the soft amber of her eyes. His gaze lingered a tad longer on her lips, they were the perfect shape with a bit of lip gloss lining them, her sharp cheekbones and well accentuated jawlines completed the oval of her face. She had on a tiny strapped yellow floral dress that flowed down to her ankles but had a slit to the left that revealed a glorious bit of tanned skin as she sat on the bar stool.

She slightly cleared her throat to get his wandering eyes back to her face. Hilda always had this effect on people, but on this fine man in front of her, she oddly wanted him to keep staring. She felt tingles just from his roaming gaze on her body. Well, those tingles will have to wait. His drink was served.

It was with hesitation that Stefan dragged his eyes from the soft contours of cleavage the dress was showing, back to her face and watched as a smile played across her lips. She knew what he was doing and she was enjoying it. She tilted her head to the side as if to check him out too, but instead drew his attention with her eyes to the drink in his front.

Without his eyes leaving her face, he took a sip of his drink and confirmed that he had been right, it was the scotch she was having. They held eye contact for what he thought to be thirty-five seconds before she looked away and brought her glass to her lips

'Where are you staying?' she asked in a smooth, silky voice after swallowing,

'Here, Penthouse suite' he replied, and on a more impulsive thought, added

'You can check it out if you want, it's annoyingly big for one person'

He gouged her reaction and was relieved when a coy smile played at her tempting lips

'Uhmm..' Hilda put one finger under her chin as if to think about it.

Her heart raced at the thrill of going upstairs with this stranger.

She had come to Paris for one of her favorite client's weddings, which was held yesterday and it was an elaborate affair. Her brand cosmetics had been used and three of her workers who she brought along, had gotten down to transforming the bride and maids into fairy queens. Everyone had wanted her card and she had left the venue with the most satisfying feeling.

A glass of scotch has always been her and her sister's celebratory drink and, well, old habits die hard, she had thought. She had decided to take a walk out of the hotel they were staying in for a bit of the summer air and to feel its soft caress on her skin. Work was done, and it was time to play and Hilda knew how to play, hard.

After what seemed like seven blocks from her hotel, she had sighted the Hotêl le Pavillon and what better place to have her glass of scotch than the most famous one in the whole of Paris city.

Hilda sat at the bar with her glass nestled between her two palms and thought of her twin sister, Tilda, who was with their parents in Chicago. She made a mental note to call her once she returned to the hotel. She missed them a lot, but she has always been her own person, with a dream of owning her cosmetics brand since she was a little girl. Fortunately, that dream is already a reality and she wasn't even twenty-five yet. Her parents never supported the idea of their children having to start from the root to fend for themselves, so they had set her up in the city of her choice and she had taken it from there.

She looked up at the barely concealed excitement in this man's eyes and already knew her answer.

A few minutes later, he kissed her in the elevator to his penthouse, and she didn't turn away. The soft kiss soon turned into a smothering hot one with a lot of hunger that they didn't know when they got to the penthouse.

Stepping out of the elevator, eventually , with laughter, they stepped into the suite and Hilda took in the opulence of the room. Truly, there was more than enough space for even the two of them. The parlor was tastefully furnished with custom state-of-the-art furniture and artworks from renowned painters across the world. At the center was an intricately designed transparent table that had current news magazines on it as well as some papers she suspected to be his work-related papers.

She walked to the adjoining kitchen and took in the sparkling white counters and cupboards with modern home appliances arranged to make your stay as stress-free as possible.

There were still some rooms left to see, but what she wanted to see next was the master's bedroom.

She turned to face him where he leaned on the frame of the kitchen door, hands crossed across his chest, lazily roving her body with keen blue eyes.

'Show me to the master's bedroom' her voice came out husky with desire as she slowly walked towards him, and she somehow cringed at how she sounded, but he didn't seem to mind.

He got his large self off the frame and approached her, meeting her in the middle. Her heart thudded in her ears and her palms got sweaty at his closeness. He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her soft body to his, her hands came to rest on his rock-hard abs, and she touched them tentatively. Leaving one hand on his abs, she then went on to caress his face.

He was a solid built man with a dominating presence and an air of someone who got anything he wanted and, in this case, anyone.

He had a defined cheekbone that complimented his chiseled jawline, and she wondered how many women would beg to feel his soft lips on theirs while his burning blue eyes bore through them. She would beg, she knew she would.

She weaved her hands into his soft mane and pulled his lips down to hers. The kiss started out slowly, sensual. His tongue slowly explored the insides of her mouth, and he couldn't get enough of her. He could taste the scotch she had earlier as he pulled her into his body and kissed her deeper. His broad palms caressed the small of her back, gradually making their way to her trimmed waist. He pulled her closer still like she needed to be inside his skin before he could get enough. This time, he cupped one of her ass cheeks with one palm while keeping one palm on the small of her back, pressing her petite frame against him.

He gave it a gentle squeeze and transferred the same love to the other cheek.

She moaned into his mouth and tightened her hold on his neck, returning his kiss with as much fervor as it came.

He broke off the kiss only to pick her up and place her on the Kitchen island counter.

He gently pushed open her legs and got in between her thighs,

Hilda looked up at him, she didn't even know his name and he hadn't asked hers either. Maybe that was part of the thrill that geared her on to this adventure.

'Hey, stranger danger'

She said with a smile as she gently bit the lower part of his lips and kissed it immediately.

His blue eyes were hooded with desire and an intense longing for her that he couldn't control.

Funny how she was the first woman he had felt this intense urge for since he had first had sex with their busty maid when he was eighteen. He had had girls every week after then, but none had made him this uncontrollable and hungry.

He wanted this gorgeous woman that had straddled him and kept him locked between her thighs like it was his first sex experience, and he couldn't get enough of the faint hint of lavender that seemed to be her perfume or the honey smell emitting from her hair.

He plunged his head to regain her lips in his, and she willingly melted into him.

The slit in her dress rose up, and he traced his fingers along the soft skin of her thighs.

She pressed into him, and he could feel her full bosom against his chest. He took both hands to cup them through her dress and discovered to his happiness that she didn't have a bra on, her hardened nipples puckered through the light material as he drew circles around them.

She moaned aloud while her hands roamed the expanse of his back through the vintage material shirt he had on.

He broke the kiss, and she opened her eyes to look at him, but he had already bent his head to her neck.

She felt his soft breath in her nape before the small bites and pleasing kisses to relieve the pain in her neck. She knew she would definitely be leaving this suite with hickeys.

He continued to kiss her neck and slowly made his way to the back of her ears,

Hilda couldn't keep her moans from getting louder this time,

His hands rode up her dress and cupped her ass on the counter,

She could feel his hardness pressed against her at this point, and she twisted and twirled her waist for more pressure.

This time, he released a low moan into the nape of her neck as she went faster.

Stefan brought both hands to her waist to stop her movements.

If she continued moving against him, he didn't trust himself not to take her on the kitchen counter. All he knew was, he wanted to take his time to pleasure this goddess in front of him and if it was going to take the whole weekend, then he had time, and he already knew he couldn't let her go.

'Stop' he growled in a low husky whisper against her neck,

She brought her hands around his neck and embraced him, pressing up tightly against him.

'I'm yours' she said, with half-hooded eyes, and that was all it took to let go of any inhibitions he might have had.

He effortlessly lifted her off the counter, and walked towards his bedroom, his eyes never leaving her face.

His door was slightly ajar so he kicked it fully open with his feet.

He walked to the king-sized bed and gently placed her on it.

Her flaming red hair splayed over his pillow and he had never beheld a more magnificent sight.

He stood over her, just drinking her in as she laid, from her head to her mauve colored toenails.

Hilda could feel her core pulsating and all she knew was she wanted this man inside of her, fast.

He was looking her over like she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen and as much as she liked how that made her feel, she needed him between her legs.

He started undoing the belt of his pants and looked at her, asking for approval. She nodded, and he quickly undid the belts and got beside her in his Tommy Hilfiger briefs, but not before she got a view of his hardness pushing through the fabric.

She had turned to her side to face him and reached her head to take his lips in a kiss, the same time he dipped his head to kiss her.

She started undoing the button of his shirt which he hadn't taken off, his hands had moved from her back to her ass and he occasionally spanked them amidst the gentle squeeze he gave them. 'I want you, stranger danger' she whispered in between moans as he ravaged her neck.

His shirt had come off at this point and her palms were all over his body; touching, feeling, squeezing.

He peppered kisses from her delicate neck down to her collarbone as his hand crept between her thighs and brushed against her panties.

He could hear her ragged breaths and moans as he traced the outline of her hardened nipples with his tongue, through her clothes.

He extricated his hands from the warmth of her thighs to pull down the straps of her dress from her shoulders.

He pulled them all the way down, revealing the fullness of her breasts, which he cupped and immediately ravaged her taut nipples with his tongue, her unrestrained moans filling the room.

She was perfect, everything about her was perfect. They had just met three hours ago, but he felt like her body was made for him a lifetime ago.

Every curve molded perfectly into his edge and he couldn't get enough of her moans, or the way she held his hair while he sucked, licked and teased the life out of her luscious breasts, or how she had arched her back and held the sheets for dear life when he had his tongue in between her legs and had relentlessly pleased her with his tongue till he brought her to that edge, and she had let go in his mouth.

His first gentle plunge into her had been heaven, and it took all his will not to cum after the first few strokes.

She was pleasurably tight around him and thoroughly wet as he went in.

His strokes gradually increased in pace, and she had clutched his hair as her breasts bounced against his chest. He cupped one and brought the nipple to this mouth while still stroking in and out of her. He increased his pace, bringing his mouth up from her nipples to kiss her, she dug her nails in his back and with a loud moan, orgasmed for the second time, he followed suit and with a deep moan, released his load of cum inside of her.

Now they splayed on the bed, trembling, naked and satisfied. She had a small smile on her face, and he saw it grow bigger with each second that passed.

'Why are you staring at me, stranger danger?' she asked, her eyes remained closed and her smile only got wider.

'How did you know I was?'he teased back. This time she opened her eyes and turned her face towards him.

'Because.'she simply said.

'So I'm stranger danger and you are not, missus?' he asked with a playful scoff,reaching out to place gently caress her flat stomach.

'Well, I guess we are not strangers anymore,' he slightly shrugged and continued. 'not after what just happened '

She thought about it for a second,

'True, Nice to meet you then' she playfully extended her hands, he took her petite hands in his and placed a long kiss on the back of her palm;Keeping his eyes focused on her face, he turned her palm to cup his face while he placed several kisses on the inside of her soft palm.

He notice her eyes cloud with desire and the smile replaced with another look he couldn't fathom. She extricated her hands from his and gently pushed his shoulders so he laid flat on the bed and, with one fluid movement, had him pinned underneath her.

Stefan took in the view in front of him; her luscious, pert breasts were displayed in their glory and her curls flowed down her back with some over her breasts. Her flat torso curved downwards to the V of her waxed pussy which was resting on his growing hard-on.

She had her two hands on his chest and, with one dip, bent down to kiss him. She slowly began to move her waist against him while kissing him. They shared a long kiss before she arched her back and took his nipples in her mouth.

Stefan was on fire, he could feel himself throbbing underneath her and the only thing he wanted was to slide into her sleek entrance, but she made sure he couldn't move. She sucked and licked his nipples, each one receiving the same amount of attention from her mouth, tongue and lips.

'Stay the weekend' he blurted in a haze of passion. She looked up at him, licking her lip

'What?' Hilda didn't know if she clearly just heard this man asking her to stay through the weekend.

'Stay the weekend, please' he reiterated with his hands on her hips and, with one movement, plunged his full length into her.