MATCHMAKER (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (24 page)

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“Listen. It’s an investment for me. You’re a capable counselor, and we need more of those. You never know—I could refer some of my men to you. But they’d better behave themselves,” I warned, staring at her breasts. “Though I wouldn’t blame them if it was hard.”

The wine must have loosened her up a little, because she laughed. “Are your eyes their natural color?” Her voice was breathy, like she was horny. I could almost taste the moistness between her legs. I wanted her so fucking badly—the only thing I couldn’t have. Saying that people got everything in their life definitely was a load of shit.

“Yes. They are mine,” I said, lingering on the ‘mine’ at the end.

She moved away from me a bit, cutting furiously into her salad. She dropped her fork and looked up. “I don’t even like salad. I’m a carnivore,” she confessed.

“Well, I’m paying for this. Have some of my steak.” I put it on her plate. What a woman. My dream woman. Sophia was a carnivore, which must have been why she could gobble cock like a champ. I looked at Katie’s lips and imagined them wrapped around me, wondering if she could do it as well as Sophia. Doubtful, but I would take a gamble.

Her phone rang. She looked down. “This might be an emergency. I have to get it. Hello?”

I faintly heard a deep voice on the other end. I felt my stomach tie in knots, immediately on the defense. Who was calling her?

“Uh huh,” she said through chewing. “Yeah, I mean perhaps when I’m done here. I gotta go—I don’t want to be rude.” She murmured a few more things before hanging up.

“Who was that?” I asked casually.

“Not that you should be asking me that, but a fellow counselor.”

“Ah. What did he want?”

“He invited me to a movie tonight.”

I nearly dropped my fork. “So he likes you?”

“That’s definitely none of your business, Mr. Carson,” she replied firmly.

The wine was hitting me now. I pulled back a bit, realizing I’d stepped over the line. A line I didn’t want to cross, because looking crazy never got you anywhere with a woman. And I wasn’t even sure what the hell I was doing with her while my fiancée was at home. It was ridiculous of me to feel this way.

“You should go with him tonight. I’ll pay for a cab to get you there safely. Oh, and some extra fare to get home when you’re done,” I offered. I wanted her to be home after she was done. Not with another man.

“You’ve already done so much. I couldn’t accept that.”

“Nonsense. We’ll finish up, and I’ll have them pick you up. Then you can be off on your date,” I said, trying not to notice the ugly taste the word ‘date’ left in my mouth.

I felt good giving her orders. Maybe I didn’t need counseling. Maybe I could get my life under control and forget about her, and she could go bone whichever loser had called her. I looked outside. Snow was falling gently. I knew how cold it would be to walk to the train. I could see her bones urging her to accept my offer, even though she clearly wasn’t used to anything like this. Even the strongest person could break in the face of wealth. I was impressed that she’d restrained herself this long.

“Okay,” she said finally. “If I’m going to help you, I probably shouldn’t freeze to death in the meantime, and a night out is always fun.”

I’m sure.
I wanted to say it out loud but I refrained, keeping my composure. Knowing that I shouldn’t care, feeling like I was taking advantage of her.

We walked to the door together, and I hadn’t felt this satisfied after a meal since Sophia left. She put her elegant red coat on, looking like a million bucks. I wanted to take her home and drape her in expensive clothes to match her natural-born beauty. I felt an ache that went beyond things sexual and extended into my heart.

The taxi picked her up again. I stood over her, casting a shadow across her gorgeous face.

“See you next week, Doc. I’ll bring Fiona,” I said. I took her hand gently in mine and shook it, letting the touch linger again.

“See you then, Mr. Carson,” she replied, her voice faltering. I wondered if she wanted what I did—to open the door, close the latch, and fuck while we drove all over town.

She ensured I wouldn’t get my answer. She disappeared into the night, off to see some other guy. I wanted to punch something. I didn’t have time to fume, though, because Gretta pulled up. I could fume to her if I wanted to.

“What’s troubling you, Billy?” she asked in a motherly way. I mean, she could have been my mother, age-wise, but I felt on even turf with her. She had the hard face of life and the wrinkles to show that she’d taken a few hits. She wouldn’t judge me, though I would never let her in past a certain point. Not like Fiona… or Katie.

“Just need to get home. It’s late. I’m surprised Fiona hasn’t called a thousand times already,” I said.

Gretta drove to the house, and I hoped Zach was home. The entire ride, I fumed. Every sign we passed with a happy couple reminded me of Katie, who might be going at it with some other guy. I had no rational reason to despise him. But I hated him the like I hated Sophia’s new boyfriend, Eric. I hated them both.

I let my mind drift to Katie, to her gorgeous lips. Her hair. I wanted to caress her, to slam her down and eat her pussy until she came all over my mouth. I wanted to drink her juices.

I imagined her being moist and ready to fuck, only in another dude’s lap. I could picture his face. He’d sounded young on the phone. Who was he? Was he buff? Was he blonde, young? She had said he was a counselor. A work partner, which made sense…because it would make them close. Too close for my liking.

“Is Zach home?” I asked Gretta, trying to distract myself. My mind could go to some fucked up places when I let it.

“Yes. Well, last time I checked,” she said.

When I stepped through the door, our chef had made food. Some of it had been left out on the stove. I think it was chicken.

“Zach?” I called, enjoying the warm and safe light of the house.

He came down the stairs. He looked miserable. I went immediately into dad-mode, no longer thinking about anything but Zach and the solemn look on his face. I hadn’t seen him so fucked up since his mom left.

“What’s up?”

“She just doesn’t get it,” Zach said angrily, raking his hands through his long dark hair.

“Get what?” I asked, bewildered.

“My collection. She flipped the fuck out today because I had a skull delivered. And the only reason she knew it was there was because she went snooping in
my fucking room. A room that was mine long
before she got here,” he ranted.

He swung round and began walking upstairs. I followed him, curious what had made him so upset. Truthfully, I hadn’t been in Zach’s room in a long time. Partly because it was too painful to remember when he was born and Sophia was around and partly because he had some really weird, outlandish shit. Shit that was even hard for me to cope with.

I entered his room. It was dark and smelled like dust and incense. My mouth dropped because he had bookshelves and display cases filled with what looked like eyeballs, guts, and old photographs of twisted things, like dead people. In the center of his room, the light shining down on it proudly, was a skull.

“Is this even legal?” I asked.

“Yeah, it is. Just an exact replica. So I don’t get why she won’t just leave me alone,” he wailed, his voice cracking.

“I’ll have a talk with her about it,” I assured him. “I promise.”

He scoffed. “Like that’s going to work. The woman is a nightmare. To be honest, I’m glad she’s mad. In fact, I got it maybe to piss her off. And I’m glad it did.”

He took after me. I loved pissing people off if I hated them enough. It wasn’t something I was proud of. “I’ll talk to her,” I said again. I tried to dodge the knives of teen angst.

“Whatever,” he said in his teen slang, but he was still angry. “I want to be alone. What’s the point, anyway? It’s not like she’s going to do anything but ask you for more money. Isn’t that all she ever does?”

My heart welled up with anger. “Stop, all right? I’ll talk to her about the collection.”

“Gotcha. Okay,” he said, annoyed.

I closed the door behind me.

Fiona stood in the hallway, tears in her eyes. “He hates me,” she screamed. She covered her eyes and stormed into our bedroom. I followed and closed the door behind us. I studied her, loving the way her hair flowed over her back. She looked young now, too. I felt a pang in my heart for her—and another of guilt and of shame.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s a unique kid, though. What can I say?” I said gently.

“You’re delusional. He fucking hates me,” she said, her mascara running down her cheeks.

“No, no.” I took her in my arms. I sat on the bed with her and pressed her against me. Her warm, fragile body molded into mine, and she sobbed gently into my shoulder. I looked at my face in the mirror, feeling my jealousy over Katie dissipate. No matter what anyone said about Fi, I truly loved her.

“My session went great,” I said, my voice pinching with guilt.

She looked up at me with eyes framed with false eyelashes but still pretty, nonetheless. “Really?”

“Yes,” I soothed. “You should come with me next time.”

“Okay… that sounds good.”

There was silence. Suddenly, all of my sexual frustration from the last four hours spilled over.

“How was your—” she began. But before she could finish the words, I pinned her down on the bed. My mouth was on hers, and she moaned, accepting my lips greedily. I parted hers and jammed my tongue in, massaging it with mine.

She raked her hands through my hair as I unbuttoned my pants. I pulled her slip up. She wore a red lacy panty set. “Good girl,” I murmured against her neck.

I spread her beautiful body on the bed, her tan skin looking great against the black satin sheets. I ripped her panties off, exposing her waxed pussy. “Smells delicious,” I said, licking my lips. “I could always go for a second course meal.” She had goose bumps. She loved it when I made her come.

I buried my mouth in her wet lips, running my tongue up and down her clit. She gasped and arched her belly. I pushed her down, making her take the pleasure.

She looked so good, even with mascara smeared down her face. She tried so hard to look perfect, but I liked her raw. Her whimpering was delightful, too. I held her hips down as she shook with an orgasm, the moans coming out in unique little hiccups. Greedy, I lapped up her juice.

“Know what I could use now?” I asked.

“W…what?” she asked, her eyes half-closed.

“Some of that tight little cunt,” I rasped.

I didn’t even get out of my pants before I plowed into her tight, warm hole. She cried out in excitement, begging me for more. I pumped my hips, feeling my cock swell against her. The more I swelled, the tighter she clasped herself around me. She clawed her long red nails down my back, which I loved. My sweat dripped onto her, and she lapped it up like a slut.

“Mmm. Baby, that feels so good,” I said, my voice barely a husky whisper.

“I want you to come,” she whimpered, pulling my hips closer to her.

She had an IUD, which I had paid for. I didn’t want any more children, but I wanted the pleasure of the process. I tried to keep myself on the edge for as long as I could. My cock was getting harder and harder.

“Do you want it, baby?” I asked, my voice weak, almost begging.

“Yes. Yes, give it to me, Daddy,” she said through breathy moans.

“Here it comes.”

I closed my eyes, hearing my own erratic, gruff moans. My cock pumped hot cream into her cute little pussy. She mewed in appreciation, tightening herself around me, the walls of her cunt begging for my seed.

I collapsed next to her, holding her in my arms. I watched as the little that was left of the day faded.

“Second course meal, you said. Did you already eat?” she asked, drifting off.

“Yes, I had dinner and conducted some important personal business,” I said, kissing her neck.

We curled up together in bed. I smoothed my hand across her hair. We drifted into a comfortable sleep until my nightmares overtook me again.

My dream began in a different bedroom, when Sophia was throwing her clothes into a bag. Even in her mess, with no makeup, she had looked perfect. I stood by the bed, silent, every part of my body wishing she wouldn’t go, though I was too proud to ask her to stay.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t play happy fucking family,” Sophia had told me, her voice cracking with anguish.

“We are happy. We aren’t playing. Let me take care of you,” I begged, starting to lose my cool.

“Since we lost that damn baby, I’ve been trying to reach out to you. And it used to work. You used to take off the damn mask. This isn’t a business
deal, Bill.”

“I know,” I stuttered. “Please. Let’s just talk about this.”

She laughed spitefully. “So you can sit there and pretend it’s okay? I am done pretending. I’m done ever pretending I can ever reach you again.”

I watched her car drive down the road, oddly disconnected. It reminded me of being a boy, watching my father leave. He’d come back home, yeah, but he was never the same. He was always distant after that. It was clear he gave up because he felt he’d run out of time. I’d supposed we had too, Sophia and me.