Billionaire Beast

“Hey, you got the place looking so good I figured I better clean these cars up and bring them outside.” The place looked as if there were a crowd of people living inside.

“That’s a mighty nice Mustang. A friend of mine had one he painted canary yellow with black racing stripes. You talk about fast.” He admired the car with a smile before it was back to business. “I’d like your permission to cut back one of the large oaks. It seems the last storm we had did some damage, and

now it’s threatening to land in your mother’s rose garden.”

The oaks were a big part of our landscape, and I couldn’t bear to lose one, but mother’s roses had been her prize and Pete had finally gotten them back in shape. “Are we going to lose the tree or is this a trim only?”

“I’ll have to cut a big part out, but I’m trying to keep her standing. I think it’s the best call.” I had to appreciate the man for coming to me with it instead of figuring it out on his own. It meant he knew how important those trees were. It was why I trusted him with the task.

“Do what you feel is best, Pete. I trust you. Save as much as you can. I appreciate it, man.” I offered my cold, wet hand after wiping it on my jeans and after giving me a look that told me he wasn’t expecting a handshake, he offered his.

The man’s hands were calloused from hard work, and my father had always taught me to respect that. My father’s hands hadn’t been so rough, but my grandfather’s had. Dad had said that his father told him that his hands were rough so his sons wouldn’t have to be. I looked at my palms as Pete walked away and then I got back to work on the car.

The lawsuit was going to make sure I went back to work, and with the house looking like it did back in the days when it was magazine perfect, I wondered if I should set up my office right there at home.

So many people were doing it these days that clients didn’t mind, and considering that the home office was twice the size of Dad’s at the firm, it would be much more comfortable. I hated that I might have to work as a lawyer, but I’d do it to ensure a good life and to keep my home.

I thought for a moment about providing for a family and imagined Lexa and me living there together. That would be perfection. I could see her Camaro fitting in the garage, especially with the Rolls gone. I could let her use the Mustang, too; Ally’s not the Shelby. No, the Shelby was mine.

Thinking of her spread across it while I feasted on her sweet pussy made my cock ache. I glanced at the time and wondered when she’d go on break. I needed a moment with her and wondered if she’d be into a little phone sex. All I needed was her sweet voice. Damn. I was messed up over her. She had me good and fallen, and it was a serious crush.

I could see her in my plans for the future, not really knowing if she’d be interested in it or not. She talked like she might, but then again, she’d been a little off the other night. I wasn’t sure if she was nervous or what. I hadn’t really come out and told her I wanted us to take things to a new level, but I’d tried my damnedest to show her. I knew I’d thrown enough hints that she had to understand. I hoped I hadn’t turned her off or freaked her out. She didn’t seem like the kind of girl who was afraid of commitment.

I was the one surprising myself. I hadn’t ever been one for commitment and the fact that I was planning out a future, daydreaming of one with her no less, was so far out of my character I wondered what Ally thought of it. She’d always told me that one day, I’d find the one to make me settle down, but I’d been determined to stay wild and free. Sex had never been a challenge for me. I could have several different women interested at once and not be bothered, but Lexa, she made me want to put on blinders and settle down.

Not that I needed blinders. She was all I could see, anyway. I stopped a moment to wonder when this had happened, but then I shook it off and continued to dry the car. I didn’t know where Lexa lived. I’d have to ask her. It would be nice to get to know her in her home rather than at the hospital. I had so many things I wanted to know about her. I put down the towel and grabbed my phone. I’d had enough thinking about her and was too anxious not to try and message.

I texted a quick hello and let her know I was thinking about her. I waited a moment after I hit send and just when I was about to give up hope, she responded, I’ve been thinking about you all morning.

That was enough to stand my cock ramrod straight, and I got awfully crowded in my shorts. I leaned against the back of the car and put my hand down so that if Pete walked by, he wouldn’t notice. I sent her another message: I need to see you soon. I’m aching. Hopefully, she’d offer to soothe my ache.

Poor baby; you need a nurse? Before I could type back, my phone rang. I was about to cuss when I realized it was Lexa.

“Hey, you must be on a break.” I knew her shift was long with two breaks and an hour for lunch.

“No, I’m having an early lunch.” I could hear the crinkle of cellophane on the other end.

“You should have told me. I’d have come and joined you.” I would have her eating a nice meal and not some cello-wrapped junk.

“I never know when I’ll get to take it. Hold on a sec.” I could hear the sound of something against the phone, like cloth, but in the back was a male voice, deep and low, as if he were trying to whisper to her.

“I’m glad to see you back at it, and I owe you an apology for the other day — and dinner. Are you still up for it?” My blood raced right to my face as my nostrils flared. Whoever it was, was asking her out, and her response was like a punch in the gut.

“Sure, thanks,” I heard her say. Then footsteps faded, and she returned to the phone. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was that?” The jealous boyfriend in me wanted to drive over there and slaughter whoever that had been.

“Oh, that’s Dr. Rob. He sent me home the other day, and now he’s feeling bad about it. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing sounds like you have a date.” My tone was a little more acidic than I liked and green had never been my favorite color.

“Oh, I don’t know. He’s wanted to take me out to dinner for weeks now.”

“And, you’re considering it?” My good mood was done.

“Only to be polite; it’s not like I have an interest in him.” She lowered her voice.

“Then don’t go on a fucking date with him.” The words snapped out before I could hold my tongue.