Buying Love

“Be careful, Jake. She’s gonna have access to the fortune you amassed.”

“As long as the company is protected, I’m okay.” I haven’t even tasted her lips and yet, I know if she left me I’d be destroyed. My money would mean nothing to me.

“It is. That’s one of the many assets she will not be able to touch. It’s in the contract.”

“Thank you, Papadopoulos.”

“Good luck, my friend.” I end the call and go back to my table just in time for the dinner to begin. My eyes scan the room for her, but she’s not there. Fuck, I hope she hasn’t fled. At least I know where she works and her name. Jenna Lane. I can find her address in minutes and stalk her ass as long as necessary. Hell, I’ve become obsessed, and I welcome it.

It’s been twenty minutes since we met, and I can’t take it anymore. Just as I’m about to go looking for her, she comes to the table next to us, delivering another pitcher of water. Her eyes meet mine, so I toss her a nod and a smile. She nervously bites her red bottom lip. I ache to taste those lips.

I’m counting the hours down. The dinner will be over soon, then the socializing will begin. The only one I want to talk to is her.

The hours that pass are pure torture. My phone is my enemy as wait for time to fly. However, every time I check it, time seems to drag on slowly. The entire time she circled the room serving the tables far away from mine. Many of the men ogle what belongs to me or very soon will be mine, and I want to break their jaws, their hands, and so much more. I grab onto the edge of my chair until I hear it crack. It brings me back to reality. I’m slipping into the crazy zone. I get a hold of my self

My eyes drink in the way her white top clings to her ample breasts, cupping and presenting them to me. Her black skirt sculpts to her ass just as wonderfully as her top. My balls ache, and my cock is so hard that I’m about to come if I touch my bulge even lightly.

Greg Stevens, a competitor in the Chicago area, approaches me and takes a seat on an empty chair. He’s a piece of shit who plays dirty and is just as sleazy. “Jake, so rumor has it you and your brother are both eligible bachelors. We have lots of lovely ladies that will be at the after party if you’re interested.” I hate that fucker. “Maybe some of the staff, too.” He tilts his head to the woman who was speaking to Jenna earlier.

“Thank you, but no thank you. I’m not eligible anymore.” I’m not interested in sharing a bed with anyone other than Jenna. Her perfect body is tempting, but it’s her eyes that call me toward her. I stand up, ignoring the jackass at my table, and storm in her direction. I’m done waiting for an answer. She’s mine, and I want her spread out wide on my sheets with my cock buried between her slit now.

I pull out my phone as I walk and dial the number from the text message I got from my lawyer. “I need the document in my hands two minutes ago.”

“I’m outside the ballroom, Mr. Harrison.” Good. He got my message to meet me here.

“Good. Limo ready?” I ask. It’s not his job, but fuck if I care. I want Jenna tied to me as soon as possible. She lives in sin city; I’m surprised she hasn’t been snatched up already. I’m taking her back home and finding every way under the sun to keep her mine.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison.” My eyes haven’t left Jenna the entire time as she moves toward the door to the backroom.

“Great.” I hang up because I have more important shit to do.

“Enough,” I bite out, reaching for her arm and spinning her toward me. “Answer?”

“I have questions that I need answered before you get yours.” She’s all mine. Even if she hasn’t realized it yet.

“Okay. Let’s go,” I command, pressing my hand to the small of her back. Her waist is so tiny that my palm nearly spans the distance.

“I have to get my bag,” she stammers, moving out of my hand and pushing through the door. She’s muttering to herself and shaking her head at herself. “I must be losing my mind,” she grumbles.

“Fine. It makes two of us. Now, lead the way. Our limo is waiting outside.” I’m a step behind her because I don’t want a soul getting between us.

She stops, spins around to face me, and glares with her hands on her hips. “Are you going to be this bossy all the time?”