Alpha Billionaire 3 (6 page)

“I’m going to come.” I cried out, as I felt my climax building up. It was then that Tyler rolled me back over and pulled me to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I felt his cock enter me deeply and swiftly and I cried out as I came hard and fast. Every part of my body was floating on high as the vibrator still rubbed my clit as his cock kept pushing into me, harder and faster.

“Tyler.” I screamed as his fingers played with my nipples. Every part of my body was being taken care of and I knew that this was the most intense experience and orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

“Evie.” He grunted as he thrust into me, even more urgently. “You’re mine, Evie. You’re mine.” He groaned and as the song ended, I heard a loud spatter of applause. I gripped the bed, my heart thudding as we both orgasmed together. I ripped the blindfold off of my face and looked to the right and saw a group of men sitting there watching us.

“What’s going on, Tyler?” My face went white as I looked up at him.

“I wanted everyone to know you’re mine.” His eyes stared into mine.

I stared back at him in shock. What the fuck was going on here? I jumped up off of the bed and grabbed my clothes up from the floor and pulled them on. “How could you do this to me, Tyler?”

“I told you I was taking you some place special.” He grabbed my hand. “This was fun, Evie. Wasn’t it fun?”

“It was fun until I realized people were watching us.” I pulled away from him and ran out of the door, anxious to get away from him.

“Evie, wait. This is who I am. You can’t put labels on me that don’t fit.”

“How could you do that to me, Tyler? How could you? I thought you were falling for me.” My voice sounded accusatory, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I don’t know what love is.” His voice was bleak as he stared at me with steady eyes.

“How can you not know what love is?” I stumbled through the hallways, tears in my eyes. I’d also forgotten to take the vibrator off and so my body was getting ready to experience another orgasm.

“My heart is a cold pit of despair and regret.”

“Why?” I asked him softly, wanting to know what had made him hurt so badly that he’d live this life of darkness.

“Have you ever lost someone?” His eyes lit up as he spoke. “Have you ever missed someone so much that you’re not sure how you can live each day without them? Ever just been sitting there and their smile has popped into your mind? Do you know what that’s like?”

“No.” I said softly, feeling numb for him. I was taken aback by the feeling in his voice.

“Her face comes to me in the middle of the night, in the most random of places. I have to close my eyes tight to see her eyes, but I can always remember how much she loved me unconditionally. I can always remember how much she looked up to me. She looked up to me and I failed her.”

“You must have loved her very much.” My voice caught and my stomach rumbled anxiously with jealousy. I could feel the heat of shame in my cheeks. How could I feel so jealous of his unknown love? How could I be so selfish? I didn’t even know him, yet I felt his emptiness and pain.

“I loved her with everything that I was. I still do. She took my heart the first time I saw her. I was only young.” His voice caught and he blinked. “Enough.” He shook his head and frowned.

“What happened?” I stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

“What happened?” He grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him. “You want to know what happened? You know what happens to curious little girls, don’t you?”

“I’m not a little girl, so no?” My heart was beating rapidly and I felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. His eyes bore into mine and he frowned.

“You just don’t know what’s good for you, do you?” He shook his head slightly and moved his lips closer to mine.

“What’s good for me, Tyler?” I swallowed hard as I waited for him to kiss me. I craved his touch. I need to feel his lips against mine. Maybe my touch would awaken something in him, something I wanted him to feel for me. His conversation had awakened something in me that I’d always craved. To be deeply loved. To be so loved that I was all that someone needed. Tyler had had that and it made me envious and jealous. I was jealous that he loved someone and I was envious that someone had had someone love them so much. I knew I was crazy to be feeling this way. I knew it was irrational. I knew that he couldn’t possibly be the one for me. Not after everything that had gone on, yet, I couldn’t stop myself from falling for him, falling into him. He was consuming me; heart, body and soul and I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop.

“I don’t know.” He groaned as his lips crashed down on mine. “At this point, I don’t even know.” He grabbed my hand. “Follow me, we need to go and talk.”

Chapter Five

The field he took me too was beautiful and empty. We took our clothes off quickly and fell to the ground, not able to keep our hands off of each other. I knew that I was a fool for allowing him to touch me again, without having gotten any answers, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was like a drug to me. I couldn’t resist him. I needed him in my bloodstream. We must have made love for hours, both of us using each other’s bodies to make ourselves feel something, anything. I knew this couldn’t last. There were too many questions. Too many answers that loomed over us. I needed to know what was going on. I need to know, but I didn’t want to know. I was scared of what I was going to find out.

We lay back in the grass and stared up at the night sky. The stars illuminating our faces as we held hands in silence. We were both naked and exhausted from our lovemaking and I rolled over and looked at him for a few seconds before speaking.

“You’re a punk, you know that right? I should have slapped you for what you did.”

“You still can.”

“I should and I could if I wanted to.”

“I like girls who have spunk.” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “It lets me know that you can’t be broken.”

“We can all be broken. We’re all human.” I frowned.

“But you’re strong.”

“I’m strong, but not infallible.” I touched his chest lightly. “Everyone can be broken, Tyler.”

“Some break more easily than others.” He caught my hand as I grazed his nipple. “Some are more flexible. They can be bent out of shape, but they don’t break.”

“That’s me then, isn’t it?” I sighed. “I was bent out of shape.”

“You don’t have to follow any particular shape. That’s the beauty in life, Evie. You’re not like the other girls. You’re not like any other girl I’ve ever met.” His eyes narrowed as his fingers ran across my stomach.

“I don’t know the other girls, so I don’t know what they’re like.”

“I thought it would all be good fun. I thought this was the only way for me. It was the best way. I never wanted to fall in love. I never wanted to feel for anyone, not after the heartbreak I experienced. I never wanted to experience that again.”

“She must have been very special, this girl that you loved.” My voice choked up
. Do not be jealous, Evie. Do not allow yourself to be jealous
.

“I loved her from the day she was born.”

“From the day she was born?” I frowned. How did he know her then?

“I remember the day my parents brought her home. She was a little pink bundle of tears and wails, but the first time she saw me, she stopped crying and smiled. I gave her my finger and she held onto it tightly.”

“Oh, are you talking about your sister?”

“Of course.” He blinked at me. “She was the only person I’ve ever loved with all my heart.”

“Oh.”

“Things changed when she died.”

“How did she die again?” I asked quietly, my heart breaking for his obvious pain. I knew that he’d told me before that she’d died of a drug overdose before, but something in me told me to ask again.

“I don’t know.” His lips pursed and I could see the vein in his throat throbbing. “One day she was there and then she was gone.”

“Gone?” My head started throbbing again. What did gone have to do with drugs?

“Yes.” He sat up. “I went to Europe for two weeks with some friends. She wanted to come, but I didn’t want the hassle of looking after my little sister. I entrusted her with a friend.”

“How old was she?” I was confused. “And where were your parents?”

“My parents died in a car crash when I was 22 and she was 12. I was her caretaker from that point on. When she turned 16, she became more rebellious, harder to handle and I started to resent the fact that I had to put up with her. I almost wished that she’d never been born at that point.” His breath caught. “It was selfish of me to think that, of course. And she only acted that way because of the lack of discipline I’d instilled. When she was 18, she became a wild child, she became a stripper, she did drugs, and she did all the things she knew I’d hate. And instead of doing something about it, I disappeared. I went to France and England with a girl I was seeing casually and left her in the care of my cousin.” He sighed. “And then she died.”

“I’m sorry.” I bit my lower lip.

“Grant felt awful about it, of course, but what could we do? We both became men we don’t recognize because of her death.”

“Grant is your cousin?” My jaw dropped. “I didn’t know.”

“And why should you know?” His lip curled. “You know what I want you to know.”

“Grant doesn’t know how she died?” I asked softly, my mind racing. Had Grant done something to her? Or had she
died
like Eugenie had
died
?

“She left a note.” He closed his eyes. “She intended to disappear and commit suicide. She said that no one would ever find her body. No one would ever know what happened to her. And that was my punishment for leaving her and going to Europe.”

“What?” I gasped. “That’s horrible.”

“She was young and hurt and lost.” He opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes blazing. “And that’s what hurts the most, the not knowing. Do you know how much pain I feel in my heart, every time I think about her? I miss her so much. She was my life, even when she was a pain. We loved each other with an unbreakable bond. She was my flesh and blood. And then she was gone and I don’t know where, or how, or with who. And it kills me, every single day, I lose another piece of my heart. It’s disintegrating slowly. I almost have nothing left.”

“You can’t blame yourself, Tyler. It’s not your fault.” I grabbed his hands. “You weren’t to know that she would—“

“I want us to do something.” He cut me off and rolled over. “Say you’ll do something crazy with me.”

“What do you mean?” I groaned. “Haven’t we already done enough crazy stuff?”

“You’ve awakened in me something that makes me feel alive. You’ve awakened in me something that makes me remember a life outside of this prison.”

“But this is a self-imposed prison, no one is making you be there in your figurative pain.”

“It’s what I deserve.”

“So to mask the pain, you and Grant sleep with nameless girls?”

“I don’t mask anything, Evie.” He pulled me up with him. “I live life. I do what I want. And I don’t let society tell me what’s wrong or right.”

“What is it you want us to do?” I asked him softly as I leaned my naked body against his. He pulled me up and towards him and started waltzing with me across the grass. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing.” He said simply.

“But there’s no music.”

“There’s always music.” He held my hands tighter as he guided me across the dark field. “One two three, one two three, one two three.” He said over and over again, his moves effortless. It was hard for me to move with him, without feeling self-conscious. I’d never danced naked before.

“Don’t be so in your head, Evie.” He looked at me with a frown. “Close your eyes.”

“But I’ll trip if I close my eyes.”

“I won’t let you trip.” He shook his head. “Trust me.”

“Okay.” And slowly I closed my eyes and gave in to him, allowing him to continue guiding me across the grass. I was sure that the animals of the night were having a good laugh at us. I felt warm and safe in his arms, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking the question. “Why did you tell me your sister died of a drug overdose before, if now you’re saying you don’t know how she died?” I asked him softly. I wasn’t sure he’d heard me at first because he kept moving us through the field without answering me. The grass felt soft and dewy under my feet and it almost felt like we were gliding. But then all of a sudden he stopped and looked at me with sad eyes.

“Perhaps it was for the same reason why you told me your mother stopped dating when you were a child?”

“What?” My face froze at his words.

“I know that your mother dated a man when you were eighteen.”

“How?” I said softly.

“I know you used to sleep with him when your mother went to work at night.”

“It was a ...” My voice trailed off as I stared at him. What could I say to that? It was the truth. It was the reason why I’d been a do-gooder all through school and college. I’d been so ashamed of myself for sleeping with my mothers’ boyfriend. So so ashamed. But how had he known?

“I told you I know your secrets, Evie. We all have secrets. We all have things we’re too ashamed to admit.” He started dancing again. “But why should we all be ashamed? Not a one of us is better than the other.”

“How did you know?” I wanted to run away, the shame running through my veins very much prevalent. I’d been so young when it had happened, yet I’d never forgotten. I’d changed my whole life. I’d become a good girl, but still I’d succumbed easily when presented with a real test. I’d gone home with Grant without blinking. Maybe this was the lifestyle that was in my DNA. Maybe this was who I was supposed to be.

“Grant told me.” He said softly. “There are many things Grant knows about you. Things he knew before you went to the club that night. He likes to find out about the girls we bring home before we bring them home for some fun. He wants to make sure they can handle it. None of our picks are random.”

“He told me on that night that he has a lot of fake bachelor parties.” My head was thudding as I thought. “He uses the same strippers for the parties, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” He said simply.

“And that’s how he gets the girls, isn’t it?” My heart sunk at what I realized must be true.

“Yes, the girls come through his contacts.”

“And Hailey told him about me. She told him about my past. She told him where we would be so he could take photographs of me. She told him I needed the money. And that’s why she convinced me to work that night.” As I spoke, I knew my words were true. I felt betrayed by her, truly and deeply betrayed. And it was then that I remembered what Eugenie had said. Who had been the one to betray her? “Do you get all the girls through Hailey?”

“She’s your friend right? I don’t know if I should say anything else?” He looked worried.

“You know she’s my friend.” I sighed. “You knew all along, so why are you pretending you don’t know? Why are you pretending as if you three didn’t set this all up from the beginning?”

“I wouldn’t answer that if I were you.” A deep voice sounded from behind us and we both froze.