Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2)

“Wait, are we talking about Temperance? You screwed Temperance?”

“Yes, I screwed her, and she ran out on me.” He rubbed the back of his head, trying to figure out what the hell to do. Richard couldn’t recall ever being in this position before, and he was out of his depth.

“What do you want to do?”

“Go after her.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“What?”

“Go after her? You know her address. You’ve just been screwing her. Go after her, and do whatever the hell you want to do.”

“Bye,” Richard said, hanging up the phone.

He took a seat behind his desk, accessed the secured employee files, and typed in Temperance’s name.

Her details came up, and he quickly typed them in his phone so that he could get directions.

Before he had the chance to talk himself out of what he was about to do, he was in his car, and following the road toward her apartment. She lived in a really nice area, which he was happy about. The last thing he wanted was for her to be in an awful place. Temperance never made anything personal, and when he actually thought about their time together, she never talked about herself.

Today was the first that that they had ever crossed the line.

They were both usually … he didn’t know the way to describe the way that they were. After what he’d experienced with her underneath him, he wasn’t going to give that up.

He followed the directions until he was pulling up outside of a large building. There was parking outside, so he pulled up and made his way into the building. There was a guy on reception, and Richard nodded toward him before making his way toward the elevator. No one stopped him.

Pressing in the correct floor he’d need, he waited while staring at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a mess from Temperance running her fingers through it, gripping him as he rode her pussy.

Just the memory of her squeezing his dick was enough to make him hard all over again.

He adjusted his length and grew impatient with the slow moving carriage. The moment the doors opened, seconds later he was knocking on Temperance’s door. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, so he kept on knocking, growing more agitated by the second.

“What the hell?” a guy said, opening the door.

Richard wasn’t impressed. He checked the number on the door, and then looked back at the man.

“I’m looking for Temperance Harris,” he said.

“Who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“You’re knocking on my door.”

“I’m here to see Temperance. I wasn’t aware she had visitors.”

“This is my apartment,” the man said.

Richard didn’t like him, as he was trying to stop him from getting what he wanted.

“Jay, what is going on?” Temperance asked, and suddenly there she was. “Richard?”

“Yeah, you remember me.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You ran out on me.”

“It’s not cool to come and stalk her. Kind of creepy,” Jay said.

“Jay, don’t,” Temperance said.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?”

“Do you think I’m scared of you?” Jay asked, stepping forward. “Big old businessman.”

Richard stepped forward about to show him that he was more than just a businessman.

“Don’t, Jay, he’s a biker, too. Don’t mess with him,” Temperance said.

“What?” Jay asked.

He stared at Temperance wondering how the hell she knew that. “We need to talk.” Richard noticed she was wearing a bathrobe, which only served to piss him off.

Closing the door, he kept on glaring at Jay.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him. The rich think they can get away with all kinds of crap.”

“He’s my boss.”

“The boss you just had sex with!”

“Jay. Please.” She growled the last part out between clenched teeth.

“Fine. Fine. If you know what the hell you’re doing.”

“I do.”

He watched as the mysterious Jay walked away. Richard liked that he was prepared to stay with her to keep her safe. Jay cared about her, that much was obvious.

All of Temperance’s blonde tresses were falling around her in waves, and he found he couldn’t resist touching her.

Reaching out, he twirled some of her hair, finding it soft to the touch.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Bruce?”

“Mr. Bruce? We’re back to that? Seriously, after I was just balls deep inside you.”

“God, you’re going to be vulgar.”

“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t pretend you weren’t with me the whole way.”