Beauty and the Billionaire

“Eyes off or you’ll both be unemployed,” I bark. Both of them quickly avert their stare.

“This is all of it.” The shorter one of the two says, handing me a piece of paper to sign. I quickly jot down my signature and hand it back to him. I want these fuckers out of here as soon as possible.

“You can leave,” I tell them, never taking my eyes off Faith. She stands in the hallway chewing on her bottom lip. Seeing her like this takes my breath away. She’s stunning.

“Right.” They both scurry out the door. I walk over, flipping the lock behind them.

“What’s going on?” She shuffles over toward me.

“I should spank your ass, but you didn’t know anyone was coming over.” She rolls her eyes at me. I kiss her. “Morning.” Well, it’s not morning anymore.

“Morning,” she says back with a sleepy smile on her face.

“Hungry?”

She nods her head. “What’s with all the boxes?” she asks. I take her hand and guide her into the kitchen, pulling out one of the high-top chairs at the kitchen island.

“It’s all your stuff from your dorm room.” I drop a kiss on her head before I hit the button on the coffee maker. I grab a glass and get her some orange juice.

“My stuff?” she repeats. Her eyes are big like an owl’s. Of course she looks fucking adorable.

“Yeah, your stuff. Not doing this not living together shit anymore. Especially with me being a bit busier with work. I need you here.”

“What about our parents?”

I set her glass of orange juice down in front of her before I start to make French toast. It’s her favorite. “I don’t care.”

She tilts her head to the side, her nose scrunching up. “You don’t care? Really?”

“No.” I place my hands on the counter. “We’re grownups, Faith, and I’m not going to allow anyone to tell me what’s right and what’s wrong when it concerns you. I’ve done everything our parents have asked, but on this I’m finally drawing the line in the sand.”

Faith and I share a deep bond considering we grew up in similar situations when it comes to our families. We both were adopted at a young age.

“I’ve always had this need to make sure I did right by them. Really, they didn’t make that hard.”

“I know what you mean.” Of course she does.

“I love and respect them for all that they have done for us, but this is our life. I take care of you now. Not them. I always have, and I always will.”

“Okay.” She smiles at me.

“You’re okay with going against their wishes?”

“Honestly, this is what I’d wanted to do from the start. This might sound terrible, but I love and adore the fact that you’re taking this stand for us.” I move around to the other side of the island to stand next to her.

“We can’t keep things from each other. If you or I want something, then we need to speak up. It will make our lives a whole lot easier, and everyone gets what they want.”

“I can do that,” she agrees. “I was grumpy with you because you gave me a peek of this different side to you and then went and took it back. It made me think that I didn’t know a part of you, and that made me feel as though you were hiding it from me.”

“And you want that side of me?”

She wriggles in her seat. That’s all the answer I need but still she nods her head. “Why did you hide it?”

I reach up and squeeze the back of my neck. “You’re my sweet Faith. I wasn't sure how you’d feel back then. Honestly I don’t even know where it came from. It’s been building inside of me over time. Starting with wanting to spank your ass when I think you’re not doing what you should be.”

“I do what I’m supposed to,” she huffs, ducking her head and trying to hide her smile.

“I think part of it stems from my need to care for you.”

“It doesn't annoy you? Always checking in on me?”

“No. It might be fucked up, but I enjoy it. Checking in on you and taking care of you gets me off. I don’t fully understand it, but it does.”

“Same,” she admits. “I get a thrill when you do it. It makes me feel adored, and then when I’m in trouble I get different feelings.” She licks her lips.

“Turned on.”

She nods. “Then I have this need to be good and make it up to you after you punish me.” Her blush grows with every word. My cock presses into the zipper of my jeans, making me regret not putting a pair of boxers on. She tries to duck her head, but I grip her chin, making her stare up at me.