Rock Star Billionaire

"Can you come get me?" The voice was Kayla's.

"Yes," was all I could say and immediately flipped a U-turn with my car, causing several cars behind me to slam on their brakes, honking furiously.

I raced through the streets at top speeds until I found the bar she told me she was waiting at. I saw her standing out front, looking incredible in a simple pair of jeans and a pink tee-shirt. Her blonde hair had dried in the warm California air and now lay in soft waves down to her shoulders, and her face was fresh and free of any make-up.

"Get in." I smiled as pulled to stop right in front of her and opened the passenger door.

"Thanks for picking me up. I didn't know who else to call, and your card was right there on top of my wallet."

"That's okay. I told you I would take care of you anytime, anyplace. I just never dared to hope you would call so quickly, but I'm glad you did. Are you okay?"

"I caught Mick cheating on me with my best friend," she said in clipped words. It was clear she didn't want to talk about yet, so I let her sit in silence as we drove to my mansion in Beverly Hills, letting her process all that had just happened to her.

I wanted to press her for details, and make sure that son-of-a-bitch hadn't put his hands on her, but I knew what it was like to want privacy. She'd tell me everything that happened when she was ready, if she wanted to. The best thing I could do was just to be there for her when it happened and give her space until then.

I pulled up the gate that led to my estate and Kayla gasped in awe at the grandeur of my mansion and the sprawling garden with an Italian fountain that stood before it. I parked my car in the garage and guided her into the house through that entrance.

"Welcome to my home." I smiled as I let her in.

"This place is amazing. It's enormous and so beautiful. I'm afraid to touch anything," Kayla gasped, as she stared at everything from the crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling all the way down to the imported carpet under her feet.

As she backed away from the wall to get a different perspective on the fine painting hanging before her, she accidentally backed into the antique vase holding flowers on a little table by the garage. It was where I set my keys for the chauffer to put away when he washed the cars in the morning.

Kayla stifled a scream as I caught the vase seconds before it crashed to the floor.

"I'm so sorry. I knew I shouldn't touch anything. This place is like a museum."

"Don't worry about it. It's all just stuff and can be replaced." I lead her to the sitting room where I often entertained guests before dinner parties or during dates.

It was equipped with a full bar and I poured her a double vodka and one for myself. The maid brought us out a plate of cold hors d'oeuvres from the kitchen, and we sat talking, drinking, and eating.

It didn't take long for Kayla to open up about the fight she'd had with Mick. The guy sounded like a real asshole, cheating on her while she's working to pay all their bills. If he'd have been there, I'd have punched him again.

"I knew things hadn't worked out the way that we had planned," Kayla said, draining the last drops of vodka from her glass.

"We were supposed to be married by now, living in the great house he bought from all the money he made as an entrepreneur, and I was going to be a glamorous model and we'd travel the world together, being fabulously wealthy and happy. None of things he promised me came even remotely true.

“He couldn't even hold down a job for more than a few months, and up until today, my modeling career was virtually non-existent. He never even married me like he promised he would. Still, I thought none of that mattered, because at least he loved me. It's why I stayed loyal to him all this time and did almost everything for him."

I filled her glass again and handed her a tissue to dry her eyes. It was all I could do to control my anger at the asshole for making her cry this way. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Thanks. I've been feeling like things weren't right between us for a while now, but it still hurts to have caught him cheating. Why wasn't I enough for him?"

"Trust me, you're the kind of woman any man would be lucky to have. You're beautiful, smart, funny, daring, creative, practical, and kind. If he can't see that, he's an idiot."

"You really think all that about me?" Kayla beamed as she swayed towards me a little drunkenly.

"I do," I said, leaning in towards her, and then our lips came together. Her kiss was soft and sweet, just like I knew it would be, and she opened her mouth to me so our tongues met. I pulled her to me, wrapping my hands through her hair and crushing her to me, wanting more.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, and she moaned the words I'd been desperate to hear since the moment I first saw her. "Make love to me."

Taking her by the hand, I led her up the stairs to my bedroom suite. I lifted her in my arms, carried her to my bed, and lay her in the center of it. This was going to be a night worth waiting for. We would do far more than make love; we would fuck until she could orgasm no more and she would always remember this night. Tonight, my dreams would become a reality.

Chapter Ten: Kayla

I had been wondering what it would be like to kiss Ethan. It was why I tried so hard to hate him, because I knew it was wrong to desire another man when I was engaged. But, Mick and I weren't in a relationship anymore and I was free to be with anyone I wanted.

Ethan's mouth was firm upon mine, insistent, urgent, and hot as hell. I opened my mouth to him, and the kiss deepened as he pulled me into his strong arms. I sighed with pleasure.