I Choose You: A Secret Billionaire Romance

I kept playing on my phone until I heard the water turn off. A moment later, I heard James' door shut, and I immediately went to use the shower myself.

It was a disaster area.

My shaving cream was sprayed in a circle on the mirror. In the middle of the circle, my eyeshadow had been used to draw a pair of eyes and my lipstick had been used to draw a mouth.

My jaw dropped. That jerk used to do this to me all the time in high school, messing with my stuff just to keep me on my toes. His invasion of my privacy was what led me to create the secret compartment in my dresser. However, we weren't in high school anymore, and I didn't feel like playing these stupid games. I was a new woman, not to be fucked with. I turned the water on in the shower quickly, then decided this had to be dealt with now.

I stormed out of the bathroom and over to his bedroom. “Hey, asshole,” I started, barging in without knocking. “You-”

James stood there, back to me and completely naked. Water still dripped in tiny rivulets down his hair and onto his back. I could see that perfectly sculpted ass and that muscular back. He turned his head toward me, then gave me that infuriating smirk. “Yes?”

For a moment, his cockiness jolted me out of my shock. “We're not in high school anymore. You can't mess with...” I trailed off as he continued to turn his body toward me, his massive cock hanging there between his legs. Water still beaded on the head of it. My eyes fixated on it, and I lost my train of thought. “You...”

“You shouldn't have looked, dear sister.” That cocky smirk stayed on his face as he gestured to his very impressive cock. He was like a chiseled marble statue. “Now you're going to compare every man you ever sleep with to this.”

I could feel myself getting wetter with every passing moment. Still, I had to break away. “You- you- don't touch my stuff, you jerk.” My voice sounded hollow even in my own ears. I turned and reached for the doorknob. I made the mistake of turning back around to give him one last angry look, and saw that he had just started to get a little hard.

I turned and fled to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the hot water had filled the room with steam. I unwrapped myself from the towel, tucked my hair into a shower cap, and stepped under the warm spray, wanting to wash away the embarrassment. How was it that I saw him naked, and I was the one that was ashamed? How did he do that?

I turned, letting the water massage my chest. My breasts were sensitive and the water felt good. I ran my hands over them, grazing my nipples. The throbbing hadn’t stopped between my legs, and I wanted desperately to reach down and touch myself, but I wouldn’t do it. I had managed to go the past year without giving into fantasizing about him and I wasn’t going to start up again now.

But all I could think about was what his cock would look like when he was fully aroused. I let my imagination wander. I saw him standing in the bathroom, stroking himself for me until he was thick and hard. He dropped his towel and then tore mine off. He grabbed me, running his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts and gripping my hips. He turned me around, forced me over the vanity, pushing this hardness between my thighs...

I had to stop this!

I held my breasts, massaging them in my hands and tugging at my nipples with my fingers. I imagined they were his hands fondling me. I let a finger trace a line down my belly and between my legs. Just a light caress. Nothing more. Even with the water running, I could feel I was wet with my own juices.

As I rubbed myself, I thought about my days back in high school. This wouldn't be the first time I touched myself while thinking of him.

I thought of that time when I was still a virgin, when I heard him sneak in with some bimbo from high school. I had never even seen a pornographic movie at that point, but the girl moaned like a professional. My brother kept trying to keep her quiet, kissing her and telling her to shut up, but the wall we had shared was thin. I had furiously played with myself while thinking of myself making those kinds of noises underneath him, and it had been a favorite fantasy of mine for a long time.

I kept rubbing my pussy, thinking that if he were in this shower with me, I'd be making those sounds now. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as the first orgasm of the day coursed through my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I remembered the sounds she made, the way she seemed to lose control.

I had done this more often than I cared to admit, even to myself. I loved the way he treated me, even if I hated it at the same time. I'd do anything for men who treated me like James did. My senior year, a boy named Justin had teased me. He barely held a candle to the way that James had gotten under my skin, but I had fallen for it all the same. After he had seen Tessa and I at the movie theater, he had offered us a smoke. He made fun of me for coughing, and we started talking. Tessa left shortly after that, but I stayed.

It was one insult after another with him, and it had somehow worked on me. I had followed him back to his car. He had known that I wanted to get fucked, but he hadn't known that I was a virgin. In the dark back of that car, I had imagined James crawling on top of me. Even as the boy fumbled with his junk and showed me just how inexperienced he was, I imagined James, and I tried my best to moan like that slut on the other side of the wall.

As I played with myself in the shower, I wanted to moan just like I had then. For a moment, I lost myself in the moment, and a tiny squeak left my body. As I realized how many people could hear me if I had a full-on orgasmic moan, I swallowed a gasp and took my hand away. I couldn’t do this. I was going to drive myself crazy.

I rinsed off quickly. I needed to get clothes on. Right now. The rest of the day around James was going to be torture.

Chapter 5

I wanted to look my best tonight, even if I was just going to go out with Tessa. There were a lot of guys home for Christmas and maybe I could pick up someone to take my mind off of James. I picked out my best thong panties and a black lace bra. It had a hot pink bow tie between the cups and would go perfectly with my new dress. After I slipped them on, I studied myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door.

The cups were pushups, and made my firm little breasts look more tempting than they deserved to be. The black lace thong fit nicely, and when I turned, I saw that they made my little butt look rounder. Yet again, I was amazed at what the right clothes could do for a girl. At the thought, I remembered my heels and Nicole’s promise, and decided to slip them on and see if she was right.

After buckling the straps, I stepped back in front of the mirror and turned side to side, studying the attractive shape of my calves, feet, and ankles in the black heels. But most impressive was the way it made by butt look so firm and pert. If I never fully understood the appeal of good high heels before, I did now. They made a girl look ready to breed, her legs shaped desirably, her butt in the air as if ready and willing to bend over and be taken at a moment's notice. I wondered if that had been the intent of their designers all along.

I hoped someone worth hooking up with would be at the restaurant tonight. I was way too horny to come back home drunk and sleep in the room next door to James’s without getting some relief first. In fact, if I couldn't find someone, I’d just ask Tessa if I could crash at her place. At least then I wouldn't be home.

I stepped into the dim lights of Annie's Place. The scents and sounds of the restaurant washed over me and flooded me with familiar memories. I had spent many an award ceremony dinner and awkward date here. It was the closest restaurant to the high sc

hool, and as such, ended up as the local favorite place to do anything. It helped that the food was actually really good.

I took two steps up to the host station before seeing Tessa's dark hair and veering right. The high school hostess watched me walk past her with bored eyes, not even bothering to stop me. She was probably very used to people just walking in and finding their friends at tables. I easily navigated the worn wooden tables and chairs to the small table where Tessa was.