How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires (34 page)

Yet he remained stiff in his arms, his unwillingness to believe in me palpable.

I tiptoed to kiss his lips. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, “Constantijin, I mean it. You’re the only one I want. I don’t care about your past – I think it’s wonderful, beautiful, how your mother did everything to keep you alive.”

He said slowly, “Most people won’t see it the way you do, Yanna. They think my mother is trash because of what she used to do for a living.” His voice became fierce. “But she grew up poor, she never had a chance to go to school, and my father – whoever he is –
raped
her.”

When he stopped speaking, his breathing was harsh, and I could only cry and kiss him again, wishing there was something else I could do to take away his pain.

“She did the only thing she thought she could do and I don’t blame her for it. But she never…she never did it with married men. She never---”

I placed a trembling finger on his lips. “Constantijin, you never have to defend her to me.” Giving him a shaky teasing smile, I said, “If anything, you have to stop me from punching everyone who tries to insult her in front of me.” My voice became woeful. “I never did get to properly say sorry for that. It wasn’t the good impression---”

Constantijin took my chin almost roughly, angling my face so he could kiss me deeply. The passion in his kiss made my toes curl and all I could do was lean towards him and kiss him back.

“It was the
best
impression, sweetheart. I never thought I’d find a woman who would do that for my mother.”

I reddened at the rare look of humbled gratitude on Constantijin’s face. “It was nothing,” I mumbled.

 “It was everything. My mother’s past is an open secret in the world I live in, Yanna – something everyone could only talk behind our backs but not one of them had the courage to bring it out in the open. But even so, we all knew.”

            And it had probably been Marge responsible for controlling the angry reactions of her family. In a way, I understood why. There was really nothing you could do to keep people from talking about you if they wanted to.

            Constantijin suddenly frowned. “Don’t think you’re off the hook about the boy, though.”

            But his words lacked heat, and I knew he wasn’t as furious as he had been earlier. “Drake was---is---a bodyguard my mother hired to look after me.”

            “What the hell?”

            Nodding, I continued, “My mom’s the, umm, super protective sort. She pulled some strings, I think, to make sure Drake got one of the rare vacancies in your company.”

            “I checked his background,” he said broodingly. “He was a perfect fit.”

            “He’s ex-Army, too.”

            “That fucking boy?”

            Giggling again, I wagged a finger in warning. “Careful. That fucking boy can easily outshoot you if he knows what you call him.”

            Constantijin’s voice chilled. “He might outshoot me, but not the entire army I can hire to shoot
him
if he dares make another move at you.”

            I made a face. “You’re such a sore loser. Can’t you let another person win?”

            Hauling me back into his arms, he muttered, “
Never.
Not where you’re concerned.”

            Okay, that had me biting my lip very hard because he was making it so difficult for me not to tell him how much I loved him.

            His hand suddenly went under my skirt, his fingers stroking my sex.

            I yelped. “Constantijin?”

            “Does it still hurt? I know I fucked you too hard.” He scowled. “You should not have begged me so after that one time---”

            “I DID NOT BEG.” It would have sounded more convincing if I wasn’t undulating around his fingers, though. God, I wanted him so badly now.

            He smirked.

            I glared, but even though I wanted to move away, I couldn’t. His touch was addictive, and this early I knew I’d never get enough of it.

            “The next time we fuck, Yanna…”

            “What?” I asked breathlessly.

            He slowly pulled his fingers away and I could only watch in fascination as he licked them dry. “Everyone would know who you belong to and who has the only right to fuck you.”

Lesson #6

When your billionaire lets the world know you are his,

It is the end of his agony and the start of yours.

“Oh, dear.” George looked at my rumpled clothes knowingly the moment I got back to our office.

            Trying not to appear as flustered as I felt, I demanded, “What?”

            Before he could answer, a beeping sound blared out from the speakers of the P.A. system, which meant we were about to hear a company-wide announcement.

            “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your CEO Constantijin Kastein. I would like to personally extend an invitation for all my employees to join me after work at the cafeteria. As a part of Kastein Incorporated, I consider each and every one of you a valuable member of my family.”

            I had a really, really bad feeling about this.

“It would be my honor if you permit me to introduce the woman in my life to all of you first.”

There were screeches, cheers, and loud sobbing coming from other nearby offices.

George whispered, “Wow.”

Arian stalked out of our office and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d still hear Constantijin’s next words no matter where she went. The speakers for the P.A. system were everywhere.

“And to celebrate this momentous occasion, we’ll have an open bar and a buffet table. I look forward to having you all join me later at five-fifteen. Thank you.”

Forty minutes later and I still had no success in reaching Constantijin by phone. “Answer the phone, you ass,” I muttered as I redialed his number. The same robotic tone answered me instead, telling me that Constantijin had switched his phone off.

I tried going to his office to put a stop to his madness, but he had a human barricade by the name of Glenda. “Mr. Kastein,” she said stiffly even as her eyes twinkled, “is not taking any visitors right now.”

“Really, Glenda? Really?”

She didn’t even blink. “Really.” And then she slammed the door shut.

Five-fifteen came before I was ready for it. I stared at my hands, which were shaking so badly.

With Charli out of her office and Arian still not back from wherever she was probably cursing me to perdition, I felt it was safe to tell George my greatest fears. “What am I going to do, George? I’m so nervous. I don’t want people to laugh at him if they think I’m the worst girlfriend he could pick.” I was hyperventilating by the time I finished.

            George rushed to my side. “Breathe, Yanna, breathe.”

            “I-I c-cant.”

            “It’s going to be okay. I’m sure people have no expectations at all. The women will just be sad that someone finally got to claim Mr. Kastein and the men will just be there for the free beer.”

            He pulled me out of my cubicle. “Now, let’s go out and just enjoy this. It’s going to be all right.”

            The moment we stepped out of our door, we were immediately swept away by the noisy crowd heading to the cafeteria. There was a long pileup near the entrance as we had to swipe our cards one at a time. As we queued up, I began to hear what the other people were saying.

"Who do you think Mr. Kastein's new girlfriend is?"

I choked.

"I bet she's super tall."

Did being tall in hobbit standards count?

"I bet she's gorgeous."

            Did being voted Ms. Beautiful in kindergarten qualify?

"For sure, she's rich."

I turned around. “I’m going now---”

George laughingly spun me back to place. “Forget about them, Yanna. This is
your
day. Don’t let what they think ruin it.”

            Easy for him to say, I thought waspishly. He wasn’t the one the women were expecting to be a supermodel, beauty queen, and heiress all rolled into one. There were no available seats left by the time we got in. George and I had to stand at the wide sills of the windows at the end of the cafeteria just so we could get a glimpse of Constantijin, who stood at the very front, on top of the company’s mobile stage. He appeared gorgeous and utterly relaxed – the ass.

            “Oh my God, I wish I was able to have sex with him before he found a girlfriend.”

            “Who said that?” I hissed at George, who only laughed in answer.

Another one muttered, “This has to be serious – he never introduced the other ones.”

            Charli went up the stage, microphone in hand. “Hello, everyone!” The whole crowd instantly cheered at her words. She was stunning to look at, the perfect choice for a host of this occasion.

            “You know why we’re all here.”

            The men cheered and the women booed.

            I just wanted to go. So this was what he meant I’d have it easier if I had just confessed first about us. On hindsight, I should have totally done what he said. I could have just changed my status on Facebook to
In a Relationship
and that would have been it – everyone else would have spread the word for me.

            Now I was stuck with Constantijin’s insane ability to torture me with embarrassment.

            “Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you Constantijin’s girlfriend.”

            Charli’s last two words made me jump, my head immediately jerking back towards the stage. But Constantijin was nowhere to be found. Shit – where was he--- “Aaaah!”

            If people had also been wondering where he was or where he was going, my scream totally gave his location away. And the presence of his girlfriend.

            He glanced up at me, even though I wasn’t really that far from him, with Constantijin’s exceptional height. A sexy, lazy smile touched his lips as he drawled, “Now, my beautiful little girlfriend, why don’t you give me a kiss so that everyone here knows how proud you are to be mine?”

            I choked on my laughter as the women around us let out an audible sigh. “You really had to say that?” I whispered.

            “Yes, and you really have to kiss me n---”

            I covered his lips with mine, hoping to surprise him. And he was, but this was Constantijin and he recovered in a moment, his hand curling around my nape to pull me closer. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss, but then he was licking my lips, applying pressure, and I had to part my lips open so his tongue could enter my mouth.

            And that was it.

            I totally lost all sense of propriety. All I knew was that Constantijin was kissing me hard enough to have my senses totally reeling. Without breaking our kiss, he suddenly swung me off the window sill, his arms tightening around my waist as he slowly lowered me to the ground.