A Billionaire With Benefits
“I had a fun night, you know.”
“Surrounded by those men?”
“Those gentlemen were very nice,” she snapped at him, “and I was having a grand time. Far grander than being with you. You’ve always got a stick up your godforsaken ass.”
He sucked in a breath, unable to believe she had said that. “And who are you to talk to me that way?”
“I’m under your contract, but it doesn’t mean I could keep silent about your stupid manners.”
“I was very pleasant as far as you can see.”
“You think you own me. You think you’re the king of everything,” she continued. “You pulled me out of there when the contract said nothing about talking to other guys.”
“They were flirting with you, you idiot,” he muttered. He realized she was doing this to make him jealous. The poor girl, she probably thought it would work. It only served to annoy him greatly. She had such sad tactics.
“So what if they were? It wasn’t as if I was going to sleep with them. You have the rights to sleep with me!” she cried out. “I’ve only met you for two weeks and you think you own me. Well, newsflash, you shit don’t.”
“While the contract is in effect, you’re mine. Completely. And we had an agreement about cursing.”
She shook her head, determined not to cry. How many times had this happened in the mere weeks she had known him? She looked at him, her vision clouding over. “You really are an asshole, aren’t you?” she snapped, unable to control her words.
He said nothing and just looked at her. She spun around and unzipped her dress in front of him, surprising him. She stripped herself from her gown, and he saw she had on racy lace and satin lingerie that followed her posterior in such a lovely manner, he had to stop himself from gripping her behind.
But that wasn’t all. She stripped off of her lingerie too, leisurely, and it tortured him. His animalistic urges were starting. He couldn’t be celibate with her around, not with her undressed like this. Even without clothes she was gorgeous. She turned to face him and he saw she was bare down there, and he wanted to smother his face in it. Sweet mother of…
She was looking at him, as if she was bored. “I need to sleep in a bit. If you’ll excuse yourself out that’d be great.”
What did she just say? Did she just tell him to leave? He walked toward her, determined to overpower her. He wanted sex and he wanted it now. “I’m having you tonight,” he said with a clenched jaw.
“If you want me tonight, you’re going to have to listen to screams the whole time. I’ll scream you’re hurting me,” she said with a hint of a smile. “That way everyone on this floor can hear. Justin Henderson hurts lover in hotel room.”
He stopped in place. He was not expecting that at all. “You think you’re so smart—”
“Get out, I’m tired. You can have me tomorrow if you aren’t busy,” she said coyly, proudly displaying her nakedness. The spa did wonders yesterday, she thought.
He thought about the engagement party tomorrow and shook his head. The bloody hell!
Mikaela saw his jaw hardening and she knew he was horny. You’re not the only one that can manipulate, she thought.
Justin took a deep breath and spun around, bidding her a good night. He had been caught off guard. He had not expected her to make such a bold move. It was a move that worked. That move gave me damned blue balls, he thought, still infuriated as he made the journey home. He would need a glass or scotch later. He thought about how lovely she looked, and he hadn’t noticed that while at the bar, and she was at her most glorious. His judgement was clouded over by the men around her. Couldn’t she get that through her head that she was his and his alone?
Then he thought about the engagement party tomorrow and he hoped that she wouldn’t be there. He could prod her out of the hotel, make her move out even. That wasn’t too much to ask, right? She had the upper hand now. Tomorrow he would have it.
“You’re drinking scotch,” his mother interrupted his thoughts. “Bad day?”
“You know me all too well,” was his reply.
***
It was a party fit for royalty, well, they were technically corporate royalty. The room was filled with peonies and all the expensive tea sets were out for the small crowd of twenty-five to use. The chandeliers sparkled, and everyone was dressed to impress. It looked like a 1950s movie had come to life.
The women in his life had never looked lovelier, and despite his glum outlook about his sister getting married, he was fairly happy with how George treated Beatrice. The smallest things mattered to Beatrice and it mattered to him, being the remaining father figure and older brother. Pictures were taken and gifts piled up despite the small crowd.
A sizeable paparazzi group had wanted to enter hotel premises, but no one would let them. Security was excellent and Justin realized this was why his mother and George’s parents wanted the party here. Sunlight filtered from the tall, rectangular windows. It was a good day for a party and a shoot in the small garden the hotel had.
He suddenly wondered what Mikaela was doing. Where she was, if she was awake already, seeing it was nine. Of course she would be, she was used to waking up early, and she could be cramming in every possible sight to see while she had two days left in London. He only had sex with her once on this trip and it was bothering him already, plus his ego had been ticked off. Without another thought, he reached for his phone and texted her.
It took her awhile to respond.