The Billionaire and the Bartender (The Billionaires 2)

“What do I do?” Lori said to me. “He’s probably not the only creep who’s going to come tracking down Lorenza LaBelle.”

“Just stay there, one moment.” I told her. “Don’t worry, I’m only going to the car down the steps. I’ll be thirty seconds maximum.”

When I’d retrieved what I wanted, I came back through the door.

Lori looked up at me, “Oh thank God, you brought my shoes back. They were one of my favorite pairs. I was gutted I could have lost them.”

“You have a rich boyfriend who would have bought you another pair.” I laughed.

“Is that what you are now? My boyfriend.” She smiled, and it was like being given a million dollars after the stresses of just an hour before.

“Well, I kinda need to see if these shoes fit your feet, because my princess ran out of the club and I need to make sure it was definitely you.” I slipped both her shoes on. “Hmmm, later, Miss Jenkins, I want to fuck you with you wearing only these.” I winked. “Or should I say girlfriend, I wanna fuck you so damn bad, but not right now. Right now we have things to do.”

“Like what?” She said.

“Like we need to get you moved to New Jersey. Now I know you might have sorted somewhere to live, but I was thinking we could get a place together and I could come visit, a lot.”

“What about your businesses?” She asked.

“Well, that’s why I had an urgent meeting this morning.” I told her. “I realized that Ashley was doing far more for me than a simple Assistant role, so this morning I made her my Deputy Manager. She just received a jaw dropping, but well deserved pay rise. GoDown has a Manager too, Connor, so I shall step back a little. They’re still my babies and I still want to expand on everything, but maybe it’s time to live a little as well as work. I can make sure that some nights when my girlfriend has worked hard at college all day and needs to study that I’ve made her a nice home-cooked meal and then I can help her relax.”

“Wow, this is all just happening so fast.”

“We can take it as slow as you like, Lori. There is no rush. I’m going nowhere. If you need your space, you got it. If you want to rent your own place because it makes you feel better, then I’ll step back, do it. I know this is about more than just a career, it’s about your identity and finding your strength.”

“I love you, Aidan Hall.” She told me and my heart skipped a beat. I realized at that moment I was as pussy-whipped as Mr. Carter and was about to get a whole heap of revenge talk leveled at me from him. He could bring it. I was in love and didn’t give a damn.

“I love you too.” I told her. “Now the Lorenza Labelle issue. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I said I was trying to bring everything out mainstream. I’ll get my team to set up interviews with certain trusted press if you are willing and we’ll get the point across that women can own their bodies and do what they wish with them. Why can a man sleep with lots of women and be a stud, but a woman chooses to share her body for her career and she’s some kind of whore? It’s time to challenge those perceptions, babe.”

She placed her lips against my own and we shared a long deep kiss. This did nothing for my rock hard cock but she’d just had quite a shock and we needed to take it slow.

“So, this place in New Jersey,” she told me. “If you didn’t want the boat, I kinda didn’t pay for it yet, so the money could go towards a place. Maybe, you know, pay for a window of our gigantic mansion.”

“You want a big place?”

“Well it seems kinda stupid to date a billionaire and live in a studio apartment. I guess I just need it to be near school.”

“We can have a driver take you there too.”

“And of course I’ll need all the equipment for my new career.”

“Done.”

She bursts out laughing. “I’m joking.”

“Well, I’m not. I’m getting you all that and more and you’re just going to have to damn well get used to it because you’re the girlfriend of a billionaire now.”

“The billionaire and the bartender.” She laughed.

I shut her up with yet another kiss.

Epilogue

Two years later

Lori

Two years had passed. Two extremely happy years. I’d passed my college course and had started a career in wedding photography and recording the happy event for couples. It was going very well, and I got to travel around which had helped with building my confidence. Aidan’s and my time was split between Manhattan and New Jersey in the main, although at present Aidan was out all over the place as he scouted out new venues for sister clubs to Abandon. Abandon had become THE place to party and Aidan had had to expand, purchasing the floor above and making this an exclusive VIP space to be rented out by the elite of Manhattan. Ashley had trained up a guy called Lucas who now oversaw Abandon, leaving Ashley to cater for the demanding needs of the clientele hiring the new floor. Aidan and I had also worked on adding on a new branch to his charity, one for survivors of domestic abuse, the kind that had caused lasting difficulties. We’d had an emotional time when we first got together recounting his brother’s accident and my overdose. It was good that some light could come from the dark