Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (12 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

In the late evening, Julian and I get dressed up and ready to go out to a nightclub. We both have developed a rich, deep tan.

Julian wears a
white suit, white shirt, white tie, and a Patek Phillippe watch. He look more fuckable than ever, wearing all white and with an intensely dark tan. His black hair and bright blue eyes contrast the white suit. He looks like male model out of a magazine.

I wear a knee-length white dress by
Oscar de la Renta with white Jimmy Choo pumps and my white Chanel bag. When Julian sees me, he spins me around with his hand like a ballerina. “You are my trophy. Every man that will see you tonight will fucking hate me but at the same time venerate me.”

I’m surprised that Julian
doesn’t call a private driver to take us. Instead, we head to the car garage of the villa. There is a red Ferrari convertible parked.

Julian open
s the passenger’s side and waits for me to get in. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been in a luxury sports car. It’s been just limos and drivers for me for the past few years which is quite standard for the elite living in New York.

Julian slides in
to the driver’s seat of the Ferrari and he appears excited to drive the car. He starts the car and I hear the loud, powerful engine roar to life. It purrs so beautifully.

The roads in Santorini are narrow, winding and steep, but Julian handles the powerful car with such ease and perfect control
that I instantly relax even though the streets are rough as we drive to the nightclub.

Julian turns on
some house music as we drive through the cool, evening breeze. He has that confident vibe that he had from the day I met him. It’s that vibe that makes me feel so drawn to him.

I gaze at Julian’s side profile
as he drives the powerful car and although his face is gorgeous, it’s his self-assurance that makes him that much more irresistible. Whether it’s his immense wealth, power, or fighting ability, whatever it is that makes him so confident, no wonder woman left and right are checking him out. However, I love that anywhere we go, even when there are beautiful women around us, he appears to have his full attention on me.

Julian increases the speed of the car on a long, straight road, the wind blows through my hair, the Ferrari is humming seductively, and I feel
so exhilarated. Anyone who hasn’t driven in a Ferrari would not understand. It’s not just a car ride, it’s an experience.

Julian takes
my hand, raises it to his mouth, and kisses the dorsal, lingering, before placing his hand back on the gearshift knob while still completely focused on the road. He’s so suave and sexy, just like the Ferrari. He drives relaxed and happy to have me by his side.

When we get
to the nightclub, there is valet parking. Julian takes my hand and we walk to the entrance of the club. There a couple of big bouncers standing guard and very selectively picking who they let in.

Julian is a little more poised that he usually is.
Julian’s head is held high and his shoulders are pulled back, declaring that he is a man of great power that demands respect.

As soon
as he approaches the red velvet rope surrounding the entrance of the club, one of the bouncers nods at Julian, unhooks the velvet rope, shakes Julian’s hand profusely, and lets him and me pass through into the club. Julian’s got alpha male status wherever he goes.

On the
glass-railed rooftop terrace of the nightclub, there are upholstered white sofas and chairs overlooking the sea and the city below. House music is playing loud. We take a seat in the red velvet rope enclosed VIP area, reserved specifically for Julian and me. There is a bottle of Ace of Spades in an ice bucket on the table.

Many of the people in the crowd, both tourists and locals
alike, appear to be admiring us from afar. We sip our champagne, take in the view of the beautiful star-lit sky and people watch from our VIP space.

I
possessively wrap my hand around Julian’s arm as I notice some of the attractive women in the crowd lingering their eyes on Julian. He appears to take no notice of them.

During the course of the night,
I enjoy flute after flute of champagne. Julian and I are laughing and having a good time and enjoying the good music.

Unexpectedly
, a man with dark blonde hair, looking to be in his early twenties approaches the red velvet rope around our VIP space. “Sir, can I ask you a question?” he says loudly above the blasting house music.

Julian raises an eyebrow and examines the man. “What is it?
” he says acidly, as if the man has committed an offence by even approaching us.

The man
points his finger to a group of young men in the crowd. “Those are my friends over there,” he slurs, obviously tipsy. “I’ve made a $100 bet with them about what you do.” The man’s friends are intently watching us now. “I had to come over here and ask, what do you do for a living? You look like you got lots of money, you got a supermodel by your side, and you’re drinking Ace of Spades.”

Julian appears amused and smirks. “What do you think?”

“I told my friends that I think you’re a casino owner.”

Julian laughs heartily and then says,
“Guess again.”

“So I lost the bet, dang,” the man replies. He gazes at me for a while, and then back at Julian. “What do you do?”

“I’m not about to tell you,” Julian responds, this time seriously and cautiously.

“Are you a drug dealer?” the man slurs.

“No,” Julian mutters.

“He’s not a dealer
, Johnny,” the man shouts to one of his friends.

The man looks at Julian
and appears to be thinking. “Are you a pimp?”

Julian suddenly appears annoyed. He stands up and goes over to the man, right up to his face. “Why don’t you run along now, before I make sure you never set foot in Santorini ever again.”

The man quickly scurries away and Julian comes back to takes his seat beside me. “Fucking idiot,” he mutters.

I burst out laughing. “He was
, wasn’t he?” I add through loud giggles.

Julian just smiles when he sees that I’ve found it so funny.
“Although I do have a few casinos in my real estate portfolio,” Julian says after I’ve stopped giggling. “But most of my income comes from buying, reinventing, and selling companies with huge potential. My commercial and residential real estate is just a side business.”

“You’re very intelligent,” I blurt out.

“That means the most coming from you,” Julian says.

“What is a venture capitalist?” I ask thoughtlessly and Julian’s lips compress tightly. I realize I’ve just asked what Derek does.
Must be the alcohol. Then again, I know what it means, I just don’t understand what they specifically do every day. When I was with Derek, he was so secretive and never told me where he went or what he did every day but he always seemed busy from morning until late at night.

There is a chilly silence as Julian
pierces me with his stare. I feel as if I said something terrible and I begin to feel guilty. I gaze back at him, waiting for him to say something, anything, as this unpleasant, chilly silence persists between us. I feel very uncomfortable under his deep, steady gaze. Regardless of the loud music, the people around us talking and laughing, it’s like everything stops for a few moments and all I hear is my heart pounding. He has an unnerving effect on me with just his gaze. Then, he pulls his eyes away from mine.

He
fills my near empty glass to the rim with more champagne while I stay frozen waiting for him to say something. I try to gaze into his eyes to see what he is thinking, but he looks everywhere but into my eyes.

Finally, he fixes me with a very fierce, penetrating, possessive stare.
“What will it take for you to not think about Derek?” He says in a snarl.

I gulp
, not liking the feeling of Julian being unpleased with me. After all, it is true that I think about Derek every so often but it’s not because I’ve missed him. It’s just that like any breakup, it takes a while for the person to fade from your mind. The longer they’ve been in your life, the longer it takes them to fade out of your mind.

Julian fixes me with his beautiful but officious eyes.
I gulp again and compose a response to his question which he very clearly expects me to answer.

“I
…” my voice weakens.
Why am I so intimidated all of a sudden?
Julian makes me feel loved, safe, cared for, and protected but as this moment I feel so uneasy with him.

“Go on,” Julian nudges me softly.

“I…” I don’t know what to say because it’s true, I do think about Derek. So I say the only thing I know what to say—the truth. “I will forget about him eventually. It just takes time. It’s like any breakup.”

Julian breaks his intense gaze and looks away from me.
Even though I’ve produced an answer, I feel it’s not good enough. Julian is highly possessive and I sense he wants Derek gone from my mind forever. I’m sure if he could he would give me a pill that would erase the memory of Derek forever. I think about it further and know if I could, I would give Julian the exact same pill to wipe out the memory of any woman he’s ever slept with. I want Julian to be mine in body, mind, and soul.

Julian is quiet now
. I reach my hand to his arm. He doesn’t move, he accepts my touch. So I wrap my hand around his arm and nuzzle my head on his shoulder.

“I’m yours. I always will be. Nothing will change that,” I whisper.

I feel his body relax. “Drink up,” he whispers, his voice laced with what I detect as irascibility.

I take a sip of my champagne. It’s so sweet, light, and crispy, unlike
any other champagne. I’m feeling buzzed, but I’ve been pacing myself this evening, so I’m still fairly clear-headed. 

Th
e rest of the evening becomes a blur as I get more intoxicated. Julian gives me a hangover pill once we get into his Ferrari and drive home.

When we get home, into
our bedroom, he undresses himself and me. He wraps his arms possessively around me. “You’re mine and I will fuck you so hard today that you will never think about Derek again.”

I shiver with anticipation.
Julian takes my hand and takes me into the bathroom. “But first a shower.”

Julian runs the shower
and he puts me underneath the warm water. He puts shower gel into the palms of his hands, rubs his palms together and begins to lather my arms.

Next
, he concentrates on my breasts, he circles them with his palms, getting them hard and erect. He moves slowly, pleasantly massaging my breasts.

As I stand under the shower h
ead, feeling the drizzle of the warm water run down my back, I close my eyes and savor the sensation of Julian’s firm hands, massaging my breasts in circular motions with the perfect pressure. He goes in smaller circular motions around my nipples and pinches the buds of my nipples lightly, squeezing and pulling. My breasts love the attention, and I feel myself get wet. I am already imagining Julian inside of me.

Julian turns me around and
proceeds to massage my neck and shoulders. I roll my head forward, allowing him full access to my entire neck. He firmly but gently squeezes my shoulders and slides his strong fingers up and down my neck. With my eyes closed, I can fully focus on and enjoy how good his hands feel on my neck and shoulders.

I don’t have to tell him, he already knows exactly how I like to be massaged. His touch is not too hard, and not too soft. I feel the little bit of tension that I do have collected around my upper body completely dissolve under
neath Julian’s hands. I relax and let go. I don’t want the massage to ever end. It feels so good.

Julian turns me around, I pop my eyes open
and those domineering, piercing blue eyes are glaring at me. I get weak-kneed. He fucks me and claims me with just his eyes alone. I will never forget those eyes. They say more than words ever will or can. That look that he gives me tells me everything I need to know. A true alpha can cause submission with just his eyes alone and that is what Julian does to me. I am spineless and trembling, ready to submit to his every command and desire.

He grabs a bottle of shampoo, puts some in his hands, and begins working it into my hair. I close my eyes as he massages my scalp with firm precision and it feel so fucking good.
His hands are big and powerful, I know they could crush my skull in seconds, but he knows how to use them to relax me better than anything else can. He doesn’t say a word. I know he is simply reading my body language, watching my facial expressions, and trying to imagine how I’m feeling.

It feel
s like I am in heaven and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt besides an orgasm—his fingers pressing into my scalp, releasing all the tension from my entire body.

I left a moan escape from my mouth, the feeling is unbelievable.
He continues kneading my scalp. His touch is tender, steady, and firm.