Rock Star Billionaire

I had never climaxed so many times in a row in my entire life, and didn't even know it was possible. I felt Ethan coming inside me on the last one, barely conscious enough to even realize that's what was happening. I was delirious with the intensity of the pleasure he had shown me.

Ethan had been right: becoming his sex slave was well worth it and now we were both committed to each other in ways far deeper and more meaningful than either of us had ever been before. It was new beginning for us—too bad it was balanced on such a fragile precipice, so close to ending.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Ethan

I felt like the king of the world as I strode into my office Monday morning. It had been the best weekend of my life, and I was discovering that being in a committed relationship was pretty damn good.

It had been two weeks since I'd made my public announcement declaring that Kayla and I were together, and things had been going great ever since. Her brother was thriving in the hospital in their hometown with the newly improved level of care I was paying for, and hundreds of new patients had joined the program. Every night, Kayla and I read the piles of letters we received from grateful recipients, and it felt really damn good.

Our nights were filled with incredible lovemaking, inspired by new and creative game play that kept pushing us to further heights. Kayla never ceased to amaze me with what her body was capable of.

During the day, our lives were busy and full. Kayla had some big, new modeling contract that kept her occupied, and although I didn't know much about it, I was glad to see her career was taking off and that she was happy.

Every time I tried to ask her about it, though, something would happen that would distract me from learning the answer. It was almost as if she were hiding the details of her job from me, but I knew that was ridiculous paranoia. Complete honesty with each other in all things had been her credo. It was crazy of me to think she would keep something as major as her career secret from me.

We both just led such busy lives, there was never time to discuss it in detail, and at the end of a busy workday, I didn't blame her for wanting to put her career aside and just talk about us.

My own career gave me more than enough to concentrate on. The bullshit lawsuit from Charles Dorsey continued to plague me, but my lawyer finally came up with an idea to put the whole thing to rest.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked me as we met in the elevator on the way up.

"Hell yes. I've been ready to end this thing since the day it began. How about you?" I turned to face Vick and Gwyneth. He looked confident, but she looked worried.

"We won't let you down," Vick assured me as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The loving gesture strengthened her and she smiled at me with a confidence I knew she didn't quite feel, but looked convincing to anyone who didn't know her as well.

We got off the elevator together on the top floor and I lead the way down the hall to the conference room where Dorsey had taken the chair at the head of the table and was leaning back with his feet up on my glass table.

"Took you long enough," Dorsey complained as we entered the room. "Do you think I have all day?"

"You're about to have all the time in the world, when you get sentenced for perjury," I stated coldly as I knocked his feet off my table with a solid swipe of my arm. They hit the floor with a hard clunk and Dorsey sat up in his chair, looking pissed.

"Nice try, but you can't intimidate me. Court starts tomorrow morning, and my lawyer is ready to knock your dick in the dirt. Half this company will be mine by the end of the week, and the first thing I'm going to do is replace this crappy furniture—after I fire half the staff of course, including that snot-nosed assistant of yours. He wouldn't even get me any coffee."

"I'm sure he thought you'd had enough stimulants this morning. Nothing like a breakfast of methamphetamine, huh, Chuck?"

"Don't call me that." He glared at the sound of the hated nickname as we all took our seats around the table. I decided to let him keep the chair at the head of the room. No way was I sitting in it again until after it had been thoroughly sanitized, anyway.

"Why not, Chuck? Isn't that we used to call you?" Vick chimed in.

"Yeah, I remember it, too. Everybody called you Chuck," Gwyneth agreed.

Dorsey was instantly defensive. Glaring at them, he said, "Fine. You all remember me, then. It won't be any trouble for my lawyer to call you on the stand to testify that you know me and that I'm telling the truth when I say Ethan and I were college friends and that we continued to do speed together after we graduated. I've got copies of the old lease showing we rented that place together at the bottom of the hill near the Krueger building. The rest is just my word against yours."

Dorsey was looking right at me with his last statement, but it was Vick who responding by saying, "Actually, it will be my word, too."

"And mine," Gwyneth chimed in.

"What the fuck are two talking about?" Dorsey was annoyed.

Vick grinned and said, "I was on that lease, too, and I remember things far differently than you do. If I recall, I was the one who said Ethan should name the company Speed Motorcycles when he broke out on his own."

"And, I remember it that way, too. I was Ethan's girlfriend at the time, but I'd already developed a crush on Vick and used to hang on his every word. I thought the joke was so funny, I even wrote about it in my diary, talking about how cute he was. Look, I even drew a little heart around his name."

Gwyneth produced a pink leather diary from her handbag and showed it to Dorsey, being careful to keep it just out of Dorsey's reach.

"That looks like written evidence to me—the kind that refutes your testimony and makes you liable for perjury charges, unless you have evidence of your own to dispute it," my lawyer stated. Dorsey flew off the edge, leaping at Gwyneth from across the table.

"You fucking bitch! Give me that damn diary or I'll take you from you and shove it down your fucking throat!" Dorsey was ranting, but Vick was quick to step between them, protecting her from his flailing hands, and shoved Dorsey back into his chair.