Beauty and the Billionaire

I know a lot of people choose to put work over their families. My own dad was that way at one time. But he changed once my mom Fawn had entered his life. She made him realize that there was more to life than work. So, since I was little, he drilled into my head that you can have both. That family always comes first at the end of the day.

I click my texts and see a message. Well, fuck me. Faith is pissed. I don’t blame her. If some asshole answered her phone I’d lose my mind. Still, she should know there must have been some strange circumstances for that ever to happen.

I grab the rest of my shit, heading out of the office and straight for her. I debated with myself all day if it was a good idea to have her spend the weekend at my place.

I want her there so damn bad, but with my self-control slipping, I’m not sure it’s the best idea. I’m one taste away from breaking my promise to her parents. From claiming her and taking her fully.

I think I’m hesitant because it would be different this time. It’s my place. No one else would be around. I’m not sure I can pull myself back much longer. I lick my lips, thinking about how sweet she always tastes when my tongue strokes her pussy.

By the time I reach the party, my dick is hard as a rock. My heart pounds. I hit the porch stairs. There are two men standing by the doorstep in front of it to block my way.

“No freshman males,” one says. I almost laugh at the asshole because there isn’t a person on this earth that’s going to keep me from getting to Faith.

“Do I look like a fucking freshman?” I take a step toward him.

“I’ve never seen you before.” He wisely takes a step back.

“Move. My girl is in there.” He hesitates. “I won’t ask again.”

“Whatever,” he mumbles, stepping out of my way. The smell of cheap beer and smoke surrounds me as soon as I step into the house. It’s easy to search around with how tall I am, but I don’t see Faith or Whitney anywhere. I pull out my phone to double check her location. It says she’s still here. I need to look into some more advanced technology that can make this shit more precise. I’ll bring that up next week.

The sound of Faith’s laughter fills my ear. I follow it through the living room and then into the dining room, where I find both the girls. They’re playing beer pong and only have one cup left to make. The other team is two boys in striped polos and khakis who are looking a bit pissed. I’m sure they thought they’d have a fun game. Beat the girls and then maybe get their numbers or something more.

That isn't happening. Not only because I know my girl wouldn’t hand her number out to some random schmuck, but Faith and Whitney are killers at beer pong. I swear those two are scary when they team up. There isn't anything that they can't conquer.

Faith’s eyes come to me, and she starts to smile before it quickly turns into a glare. She doesn’t wave or come over to me; she goes back to the game. My phone goes off in my hand as Faith knocks one of the balls off when blue polo tries to bounce it.

“I’ve got eyes on them,” I say when I answer the phone, knowing who it is.

“I’m almost there,” Knox grunts before he ends the call. I watch as Faith steps up with her ball and easily sinks it into the cup. She and Whitney jump up and down in victory. Some of the people lingering around give the guys a hard time. From behind them I can see their necks flush red in embarrassment. They are quick to try for a comeback.

“You want to go again? Next round if we win you two come upstairs with us.” Both the girls' faces scrunch in disgust. Before I can think, I’ve got the guy wearing the yellow polo who’s running his mouth by the back of the neck. I squeeze, giving enough pressure that he squeals. When he tries to break my hold, I only squeeze harder.

“That how you fucking talk to girls?”

“The fuck. I was messing with them. Let me go.”

“Okay.” I do let him go but with a hard shove. He knocks into his partner. Their drunk asses trip over each other and hit the floor.

“I had it under control,” Faith huffs, coming over toward me. Damn she looks good in her jean shorts and strapless pink top. She’s showing too much skin for my liking, but that’s only because I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her.