The Billionaires Temptation

BLYTHE

"I wish you could also arrange your life beautifully the way you make your flower arrangements. Don't you get tired? Well, I do. How many more times do I have to come here and remind you how toxic your relationship is with your boyfriend? Wake up, Blythe."

If there was one person who was never a fan of my current relationship, that would be her-Cleo, my best friend. This scene had happened so many times already, it was a good thing that everytime I would need her, she would always show up.

"Look, I asked you to come over so you can help me sort things out," I told her while I was working with a flower arrangement that would be picked up in thirty minutes.

"Oh yeah? Honestly, it didn't look like it!" The moment she reached where I was, she started scrutinizing each part of me as if she was looking for something.

"He didn't hit me, okay? If that's what you're thinking," I said to her, while she was pulling my sleeves up as if I was hiding something underneath them.

"Maybe not yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if he will resort to hurting you soon," she said with such a disapproving look.

Cleo had been very protective of me, she was a year older and she was more like a big sister to me. She hated Finnian, she thought that my boyfriend could do me no good at all.

"What do you want me to do now? Tell you that it's okay, that things will work out soon in your favor. Goddammit, Blythe, when will you ever realize that Finnian is nothing but an asshole?"

She was right, Finnian could never be the man that I wanted him to be. The only thing that he was good at was hurting me, and I wanted to get rid of him already. Although, honestly, I had no idea how to do it because I was really head over heels with him.

"Okay, I'm listening, tell me what happened?" She asked enthusiastically.

"I was going to surprise him last night, so I went to his apartment. It was locked when I got there, so I called him up. He told me he was just somewhere getting some stuff. I was about to leave the building when I decided to check his car in the parking area, and it was there. So, I went up to his unit again and decided to stay outside. After two hours of waiting, my heart raced when the door opened and a woman came out."

Cleo stared at me with her usual sarcastic expression, "and then? When he found out that you were outside waiting, he told you that the woman was his sister?"

"Will you let me finish?" I asked.

"Hey, do you think I'm interested to know what happens next? It's as if you don't know that he is cheating."

I knew Cleo was already fed up by all these cheating issues from my boyfriend, but she was more fed up with me still wanting to be with Finnian regardless of the number of times that I caught him.

I was about to say something when the door of my flower shop opened, it was my client picking up the arrangement that I did.

"Just like how I wanted, it's beautiful. Thank you, Blythe," my customer told me, looking very satisfied with my work.

"Thank you, Adam, I am sure your wife will love it," I replied.

The moment that my customer had gone out of the shop, Cleo called my assistant and instructed her to start with the closing chores. Even before I could say a thing, Cleo had already started fixing my table. She handed me my bag and she told me that we were going to a bar.

"What?" I asked her while she was pushing me towards the door.

"What do you expect? I will come over and listen to you the entire night? I heard that before, Blythe. Come on, let's just grab some drinks. Your dramas are already bored me, let's do something else!" Cleo signaled to my staff, Ellis, and the latter just nodded at her.

She didn't agree when I told her that I would just use my car, but instead, she pushed me inside hers. It didn't take us long to reach Neon Nights Night Club that was located not too far from where I live.

"Seriously?" I looked at her with disbelief.

"Seriously!" She replied. "Now change your boring lipstick into this!" She took out lipstick from her purse, and it revealed a dark cherry color after she took the lid off.

"I don't wear red lipstick, you know that."

She moved her face closer to mine and raised her left brow, "you will take this lipstick and you will like it."

When I was about to say no, she grabbed my nape and pulled my head closer to her.

"Okay! Okay! I'll do it." I took the lipstick and started gliding it on my lips. When I checked how I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see that I could actually look good in it.

"Take that jacket off," she demanded.

"No, I'm only wearing a tank top," I said to her.

She didn't say a word but her glances were razor sharp as if she was about to slash my throat with her eyes.

It was Friday then, and there was no queue outside yet because it was only seven in the evening. Cleo told me that it could really get crowded by eleven, but I wasn't planning to stay there until that time.

I wasn't surprised when the staff there seemed to know Cleo. She liked going out on weekends, and I think this club was her go-to party place. She easily got us a table, and the next thing I knew I was already seated on one of the v.i.p couches.

"What do you want to drink?" She asked me, her mouth was almost pressed against my ear, but I could hardly hear her because the music was very loud.

"Just a bottle of corona or becks, whichever they have," I replied.

"Don't be ridiculous, get something else!"

I didn't want to argue with her anymore, that was why I told her to just get whatever she felt like getting.

"Vodka!" She screamed at the server who was standing in front of us.

I had never tried Vodka before; I had Tequila once, but I never tried it again after. I wasn't really into alcohol, I prefer coffee over it. I was not also into night clubs and loud music, I loved staying in a café where they played jazz and anything slow and instrumental.

I really wanted to vent about how I felt towards Finnian, but I thought that I called the wrong person-Cleo was more interested in me getting drunk, than listening to my rants. My first shot of vodka was so intense, it felt like it was burning my throat. I had to shake my head a couple of times, and Cleo laughed seeing me doing that.

"Can we mix something with it? It's too strong for me," I asked while still wincing.

She called up the waiter and asked for a can of lemon soda and some lemon wedges too. When the waiter returned, he started filling my glass with the soda, some vodka, and squeezed the lemon in it. It tasted better, but I could still trace the taste of vodka.

Cleo had gone a little wilder, she flirted with almost every man that would come near us. The crowd was a mixed up of young and old, and almost all of the tables were already occupied by 10PM. Cleo was all over the place, and watching her made me feel dizzy. I knew that the alcohol had taken its effect on me already. My head started to feel light, and I just found myself enjoying the beat and the loud bass.

"Behind you." I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and when I turned to face him, I saw a very good looking man, probably just about my age.

I didn't realize that I had already gone near the bar where the man was seated. He smiled at me and raised his glass as if proposing a toast with me. I took some steps closer to him, and because I was already tipsy, I tripped and my head landed near his neck.

There was something in his scent that made me sniff his neck, and his chest felt so toned that I couldn't get my hand off of it.

"Watch it, sweety," he uttered, while he was trying to support my balance with his arms.

His lips were full, and his eyes were as if asking me to grab those lips. Instead of trying to regain my balance, I didn't budge and I stayed in my position. He was looking at me, with his face just a few inches away from me.

I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to me. I started kissing him, and I felt his hands starting to wrap around my waist.

"That felt so good, I want more," I asked him as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pulled me closer, and I could feel his hands sliding from my waist down to my bottom.

"I know a better place, we can do more there," he whispered in my ears, while his hands started squeezing my behind.

"Take me anywhere," I replied, and I grabbed his lips again.

LARKIN

One thing that the people around me didn't see was how hard it was for me to make everything look easy. Annette was my world, and it was so hard for me to accept the reality that she was no longer with me. My days felt longer, I had completely lost my drive to do more.

"We just have to do what we have to do, Larkin," my best friend Claude reminded me that I still have my life to live.

"Damn, I never thought this could happen so fast. Two years ago, my wife and I were just planning a vacation, and now I am here thinking how I will spend the rest of my life without her."

Claude tapped my shoulder and assured me that I could always count on him.

"Annette would surely be sad if you lose this firm just because you lost her," he said while he was about to leave my office.

Claude was right, I could not afford to lose my business. Annette was also a major part of it, especially during my start-up period. She was the very first one to believe in my visions, and helped me widen my connections with her networks. She was there to celebrate our first deal, and she was there in every milestone of my firm.

"We are really sorry about your loss, Larkin. We'll understand if you decide to drop this project." Mr. Gustley, our current client for our new project, expressed his condolences over the phone.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gustley, rest assured that this project won't be affected. Shall we set the meeting next week? Our team is almost done with our presentation."

"That's good, we'll see you then. And remember to take it easy," Mr. Gustley replied.

I had to be strong; everyday, I had to fake my strength. I focused on my business so I could kill time. It was hard to begin the day and it was even harder during night time. The mere thought of going home without Annette waiting for me was making everything feel worse.

"Two shots of Dalmore please," I told the bartender the moment I took my usual seat at the bar.

Almost every night, I would drop by Neon Nights to take my dose of my favorite scotch. That went on for almost two years already after losing my wife. I had some bottles of alcohol at home, but drinking there by myself would only worsen my emotions.

It was already past ten and the club was getting crowded already. No matter how loud the music was, my grief seemed louder. It was Friday night and I was sure the crowd would even get bigger by midnight.

I was already on my fifth scotch when my attention got caught by a woman, seated on one of the couches just across the bar. She was very attractive, and I noticed how alluring she was every time she would move her arms upward while swaying her hips slowly.

I just couldn't take my eyes off her, especially when she gently touched her neck and continued dancing. There were also some men trying to get close to her, but I could notice how she resisted them especially every time someone would hold her in her waist.

Every time that her friend would bring her a shot of tequila, she would take it and then continue dancing. I could see she was getting really drunk and she didn't mind the strap of her top falling off from her shoulder.

I could already feel my tool rallying inside my boxers, and I had to go to the toilet to fix it. When I came back to my seat, she was near my position already and she seemed to be recklessly bumping into almost everyone that she passed by.

"Behind you," I gently tapped her back when she was getting closer to me.

The moment she turned back and faced me, she tripped. Her right arm landed on my left leg and her palm on my crotch area. I suddenly felt hot, and my tool started going crazy. Her face was pressed on my neck and her other hand was on my chest.

I tried to assist her in getting up, but she could not regain her balance. I felt her breath on my neck and she was as if sniffing every inch of it. Her hand started caressing my chest and seemed like she was enjoying the firmness of it. I suddenly felt her lips gently pressed on my neck.

She pulled my head and started kissing me on my lips, I moved her closer. I felt her body moving, and her abdomen was slowly rubbing my crotch area.

"I know a place where we can do more," I whispered in her ear.

She kissed me again, so passionately that her tongue was probing my entire mouth. She moved back as she said, "take me there."

My hands were busy wandering all over her bottom when she said that. I moved her a little as I stood up. I put her arm around my shoulder and grabbed her waist. The next thing I knew, we were already outside. I was way taller than her and she was very light to carry. I carried her towards my car while both her arms were hanging around my neck.

I didn't really struggle getting the passenger door opened and I was able to get her in there easily. After I put on her seatbelt, I started the car and went straight to my place. She was being naughty while still inside the car. She took my hand and put it inside her bra. It wasn't that big, just enough for my hand to cup it. She kept moaning, and she would get louder every time I would gently squeeze her nip.

The building where I lived had an exclusive lift for the penthouse, and it was located in a discreet area of the parking space.

When we got to the penthouse, I gently laid her on the huge couch in my living area.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"About to enter heaven's gate, babe," I replied while I was taking my shoes off.

She got up and kneeled in front of me, she pushed me back and I was leaning on the backrest of the coach with my legs spreaded wide. She started unbuckling my belt and rushed to unzip my crotch.

"Hey, easy, you are not racing with anyone, aren't you?" I asked her when I noticed how aggressive she was.

She stopped for a bit, and stared at me lustfully. She started licking her lips and after she had completely circled her tongue around her lips, she started biting her lower lip and gave me another lustful look.

I pulled my butt up and she helped me pull my trousers down. She then grabbed my boxers and started her hand wandering inside it. Once she pulled out my shaft, it was really hard already, and her eyes widened as she discovered its size.

She gave it a few strokes while I was gathering her hair. Just when I was about to pull her head closer towards my rod, she started moving away and gave me a naughty smirk.

I was surprised with what she did next. She spit on her palm and started to rub it on the head of my member, the moment she grabbed the head inside her fist, I couldn't help myself from releasing a loud moan.

"Goddamnit, that feels good," I uttered.

I would really moan even louder every time she would release her grip and then form a tiny hole on her fist and then get my tool inside it. I would even thrust harder whenever I felt it was too tight to get my member inserted. And everytime that her palm would dry up, she would spit on it again making it feel like the inside of a virgin..

That woman was a pro, she knew exactly how to make good use of her hand. I would go crazy everytime she would stroke it faster. The sensation would make me go frantic that, from time to time, I would have to get her hand off my toy.

"Where in the world did you learn to do that?" I asked.

I grabbed her, l almost ripping her bra off. The top of it was pinkish and it was very firm. She stood up and took all her clothes off, and she was standing in front of me completely naked. I could not keep my eyes off her crack. I pulled her closer to me as I reached for her mountains. I started kissing them gently and when she started pushing them harder on my mouth, I started to suckle on it making her go really frantic.

I was grinding my upper and lower front teeth against her t*t, and the sensation made her scream. I took her hand and put it on my toy and signaled her hand to stroke it. Every time I would bite her nips gently, I would feel the pressure of her grip on my shaft.

I pushed her to the couch, and then I positioned myself in between her legs. She was getting really wet and I could already see some juice dripping. She pulled my nape and even lifted her back so I could easily reach her gem. I started playing her clit with my tongue and she moaned louder every time my tongue would go faster.

"I'm c*mming," she told me while she was tightly gripping my hair. I felt the warm juice all over my lips and started licking it, and I made sure to take every drop of it. I moved up and pulled her head, she knew exactly what I wanted her to do, she then positioned her mouth right in front of my wood. I felt her warm tongue circling around the head of my member. I started grabbing her hair again. I pulled her harder making my toy to fully get inside her mouth, almost reaching her throat.

She was so good at it that it took her more than 20 seconds before she pushed me back so she could gasp for air.

I moved down, put her legs on my shoulder, and started aiming for her gem. I wasn't planning to be gentle, so I gave it one strong thrust and my shaft had filled her entirely.

"Man, that hurts. Stop," she complained, trying to push me back.

I didn't budge, instead, I started pounding. It felt so tight and warm inside her. She kept cursing and asking me to stop for a while, but her pleas made me even more aggressive.

"This is what you like, right?" I asked her while I was squeezing her hair. I could see the mixture of pain and pleasure on her face.

"I'm c*mming again, please don't stop."

After she said that, I pounded faster and started rubbing her clit with my middle finger. She screamed as I started feeling her juice squirting.

"Stop,.please, stop." Her voice cracked and she went delirious. She was catching her breath. It made me feel that her inside became even more slippery, allowing me to go deeper. I could see her moving her head sideways while she was squeezing her hair.

I started to feel an intense sensation nearing my explosion.

"Make it tighter," I commanded her.

I started feeling her muscles move, squeezing my shaft inside and it felt really good.

"I'm c*mming," she said while she was also moving her waist along with my rhythm.

She started screaming again as a sign of her explosion, so I took that chance to explode too. I was growling while cursing when my juices started to pour, when she felt my juice was filling her up, she reached for my lips and torridly kissed me.

The sensation felt different from the other women I hooked up with, she could really equal my desire, and I had never felt that satisfied. I fell asleep right after and I didn't even have the chance to clean up.

The next morning when I woke up, the woman was no longer beside me. I was still completely naked, and remembering what she did to me last night, recounting her every moan and her reaction.

BLYTHE

He fell asleep right away, and once I was sure that he had fallen deeply asleep, I started fixing myself. When I looked at the glass wall, I realized that I was on top of the most expensive building in the city. I looked at the man again and I realized how good looking he really was.

It was the first time that I ever slept with a stranger, and I was already feeling guilty about it, thinking that I just cheated on Finnian.

I picked up my clothes that were scattered on the floor and started putting them on. When I reached the elevator door, it opened right away when I pressed the button. There was only one button inside it, and when I reached the ground, I realized I was on the parking level. I started walking towards the parking entrance. Luckily, I didn't have a hard time getting a cab.

It was four in the morning when I checked the time, and after cleaning myself up, I immediately went to my bed. There were still so many thoughts running inside my mind, I was feeling exhausted already that I didn't realize I just fell asleep immediately.

I was awakened by a phone call, and the moment I opened my eyes, my vision started to spin. My head was also aching so I could not easily get up. It was Finnian calling me up, I didn't know whether I would cancel it or pick it up. I chose the latter, and there was not anything surprising about it at all. No matter how mad I got, I just could not drop him easily.

"I have been trying to call you since this morning," he said on the other line.

"What time is it?" I asked in reply.

"It's already one in the afternoon, your staff has been looking for you too," he told me, sounding as if we weren't in a serious fight the day before.

"Home. I will just get myself ready. Bye."

"Hey, about...I am really sorry, okay. Can we talk this over?" He asked.

"I don't know," I replied in a very monotonous tone.

"It's not gonna happen again, I promised."

"I'll see you later," I told him, after that I took the initiative of ending the call.

It was already past two when I reached my flower shop. My assistant looked relieved when she saw me entering. I noticed there was one woman in the working area, and even before I could ask about her, my assistant informed me that she asked her friend over to help her.

I checked the orders, and I was surprised to see a long list. her friend was already saying goodbye, but I asked her to stay if she would like to take a part time job.

By 4 PM, we were already done with the orders, although some of them were yet to be picked up. I asked my staff and her friend to take a break, and instructed her to get me a cup of coffee and something to eat. I was really starving because I hadn't eaten any since last night.

After the last order was picked up, I took a deep breath and started pondering on what happened last night. I didn't get his name, and I guessed it wasn't necessary. I just could not take him off my mind, and I remembered how great he made me feel. He was better than Finnian, he was rough but suave.

I was busy cleaning up some mess on our work station when I heard the wind chimes hanging on the door. I didn't pay attention to it because I thought that my staff had come back from their break.

"Hi, good afternoon, I am thinking if you are still taking orders?" He asked as he was approaching my direction.

"Hi, of course...."

I almost cut my throat and I couldn't finish with what I was saying when I saw his face. "I think I still can. Are you looking for anything in particular?" I asked.

When he realized that it was me, he started showing awkwardness. When he was about to speak up again, my assistant and her friend showed up at the door.

"Oh, hey, Ellis, can you please assist him?" I approached my assistant and took the cup of coffee from her. "I am really starving right now," I added.

"Hi, sir. How can I help you today?" Ellis asked him, while I could see from my peripheral that he was staring at me. "Sir?"

"Hi, I'm thinking of a huge arrangement, all white and some daffodils. My wife loved them, and if you have peonies, please include some as well," he instructed Ellis.

My heart started beating fast, and when I heard him telling my assistant that the flower arrangement was for his wife, I started feeling nauseous. I could not take the fact that he cheated on his wife with me, in the same manner that I cheated on my boyfriend.

I started pressing my temples and gently massaging them. I was trying to avoid looking at him, but my office was right across our work station, and my glass wall gave me a view of it.

''Hey, Blythe, I forgot how to fold the Aralia leaf, can you show me how to do it again?"

When Ellis called me, the man was also looking in my direction. I wish I could say no to her, but I reminded myself that when it comes to work, I had to be very strict with quality.

I stood up and took the cutter from my own pen holder. As I was getting closer to them, the man was looking at me intensely as if he was undressing me with his eyes.

I could not really focus, with him standing right in front of me. Ellis went to the counter to settle the payment, while I was working on the finishing touches of the arrangement.

"Should I put a card on it? We also do calligraphy here,"' I told him while I was still trying to avoid eye contact.

"That won't be necessary, Blythe," he replied.

I should not wonder why he knew my name, Ellis called me a few moments ago in her usual loud voice.

I noticed one stem of leatherleaf that looked off on the left side of the arrangement, so I decided to cut some off. My hand was shaking terribly, the cutter fell off. And because my concentration didn't seem to work fine that time, I tried catching the cutter, and when I did, I accidentally cut my finger.

He noticed when I winced and he furrowed his brows upon seeing me doing that. I immediately squeezed it with my other hand trying to put some pressure on it. I reached for the box of paper towels that was resting near the upper left corner of the table.

The blood was continuously dripping and I was to get the second paper towel when he held my hand. As soon as he held the finger that was bleeding, he immediately put it in between his lips and suckled on it.

My heart beat speeded up and the once painful sensation was replaced by something that sent shivers down my spine. I remembered how his mouth tasted last night, and that sensation brought back so many other memories of what we did the night before.

After a few seconds, he stopped with what he was doing and then raised my hand upward. "Stay that way for a little while so the bleeding will stop immediately." He uttered while still supporting my arm.

Ellis came and noticed the blooded paper towels scattered on the counter, and I heard the man asking her to get the first aid kid if we have any.

"Thank you," I told him, and I was still avoiding eye contact with him.

I went back to my office, and I only got to breathe normally when I saw him stepping out of the shop.

"Is it still bleeding?" Ellis asked me.

When I told her that it was just a small cut and there was nothing to worry about, she started talking about the man.

"I don't want to think that the reason you lost your focus was because a handsome man in a fitted white polo was standing in front of you. He was so hot, wasn't he?" I could only smile at what Ellis was saying.

She was right, that man looked exactly like those men on the cover of a magazine. I wish I could also tell Ellis how the man looked even hotter without his clothes on. His body was to die for, and what was inside his boxers made him even more interesting.

"Blythe, are you still with me?" She asked, trying to get my attention back.

"I'm sorry, you know, I had a couple of drinks last night and I went home really drunk," I uttered.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me more about what happened last night?"

"You know what, Ellis, we already have enough sales, why don't we call it a day? I mean, you and your friend seem to have a lot of catching up to do. And please tell her that while she is in town, she can work here for the meantime." I told Ellis, trying to avoid the conversation.

"Sounds nice to me, but it seems that my secretive boss is trying to hide something from me again," she teased while giving me a sassy look.

"I will go ahead, Ellis. I will see you tomorrow." She looked at me as if she was very disappointed to not get more of what she wanted.