Billionaire's Lies: A Novel (3 page)

And just like that, he slammed me out of my thoughts as I whirled around to stare at him, my mouth agape.

"Wait- what?! We
are
talking about the same game, right? The one where you beat levels to get goodies that you get to put into your Cake Mansion?" I paused and he nodded. I couldn't pick my jaw up off the ground if I tried as I just stared at him in shock. "You're fucking with me."

"Not unless you're good," he teased, immediately spreading warmth to my cheeks and between my legs. My mind was warring with me, wanting to capture the first moment he took to hit on me and return his flirtatiousness. It also wanted to know what the hell was going on, and that was a thought that would be running through my mind if and once he did spread my legs, no matter how good he was. I'd be too caught up with thoughts like
'Why hasn't he told me before?'
and
'What else don't I know about him?'
to properly enjoy anything he'd do to me.

"Blake! I'm being serious. I read an article the other day and it said that just
one
of those games made something crazy, like $2 million a day."

"It's a tad more than that," he responded, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched my expressions change from shock to what probably looked like bewilderment.

My mouth turned into a perfect 'O' as I processed this: one of his ten games made just a 'tad more' than $2 million a day. Even if his other games made half that much... I just couldn't process it. It almost felt like I was talking to an entirely new man, even though I knew it was a ridiculous thought.

"Why haven't you ever told me?"

"Well, when we first met online, I didn't have much so there was nothing to mention."

He continued speaking, but his voice was beginning to fade out. Against my will, my mind was totally focused on the way his lips moved as he spoke. They were so full and kissable that I couldn't help but wonder what they tasted like, and it took everything in me to not find out. After all, I didn't want him to think I was easy, or worse--that I was just interested in him now because of his money. Especially because Blake was fully familiar with how often I'd complained about money, all the while he was making absurd amounts.

Here I was worried about him being some sort of killer, to think he was just a billionaire all along!
I thought, trying to smother a chuckle. I knew I recognized his face from somewhere. I should have connected the dots when his driver called him Mr. Slate--it didn't even occur to me that he was
the
Blake Slate.
I'd been talking to America's most eligible bachelor for years and never even realized it.

"We're here." My eyes snapped back up to meet Blake's glimmering emerald ones. The corner of his lip was upturned in a devilishly sexy smirk, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking about and approved of my dirty thoughts of him.

"Oh," I breathed, my cheeks reddening as the car pulled to a stop.

Blake held his hand out to me and I slipped my small hand on top of his. As soon as I stepped out of the limo I froze: we were on a helipad. The sound of the helicopter's blades filled the air,
whooping
around like an overpowering monster. I was so frozen with fear that I hadn't even noticed that Blake had already shaken hands with the majority of the staff and buckled himself in. With a shaky gulp, I buckled my own seatbelt and closed my eyes as the helicopter began to take off.

"You're afraid of heights?" his soothing voice asked, full of surprise.

I nodded vigorously to his question, not daring to open my eyes or my mouth. My eyes were shut tight.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding so hard it may have been louder than the chopper's blades. "I'm sorry, I had no clue that our date had the option of being airborne," I managed, mustering as much of Vanessa's sassy sarcasm as I could to give me strength. I could feel that we were up in the air, and I began to tremble.

"Christina, look at me," he commanded while gently rubbing my back.

I shook my head 'no' in response, and his voice returned in a firmer tone. "Look at me."

Slowly, I complied and met his bright hypnotic green eyes.

"It's going to be okay. Didn't I promise you a great night?"

"Yes," I whispered with the smallest of nods.

"Then you have to trust me to keep that promise. You're a strong woman, can you try to let go of your fears and inhibitions for at least one night?"

"Yes," I whispered again, feeling something relax inside of me. It was in that moment that I realized that the trust I had in the man sitting beside me overpowered any fears I could possibly have. The realization sent a warm little flip-flop through my belly, and just like that I found myself enjoying myself more than I was thinking about heights.

Once I finally allowed my eyes to wander out the window and tossed away thoughts of us nosediving into the water, the tour became incredible. I'd never expected to see New York City with a view like this. I saw the Statue of Liberty and majority of the major bridges. The glittering city lights really added to the experience. Whenever I felt nervous, I would look over into Blake's green eyes and would immediately feel at ease again.

When we landed, the limo driver was waiting for us with the door open. Blake instructed him to take us to our second destination without saying what it is. I tried to pester him for some information, but he was locked tighter than Fort Knox. I decided then that there was nothing that I could do, so I just let him take control. He
had
promised me a great night, after all, and so far he'd lived up to that promise. I definitely hadn't expected him to relieve me of one of my biggest fears! At least not in such a short amount of time.

Fortunately, the second destination was a theater and not a museum of spiders (if we were going to continue going on fear factor-type dates). The signs outside the rolling red carpet read that a famous comedian was starring featuring other rising stars.

As soon as we walked through the entrance, we were escorted to a V.I.P. section. It was as if the ushers knew Blake. A pang of jealousy shot through me.
Has he brought other dates here before?
I couldn't help but wonder.

Negative thoughts quickly fled my mind as Blake introduced me to the comedians before they got on stage. Soon after, the show began and we were served champagne, which only added to my extremely high spirits. The star comedian kept me laughing throughout the entire show.

At one point, they even took jabs at Blake in a roast-like manner! But he just smiled and took it all in stride; his composure made me even more attracted to him. There was this certain confidence about him, but it didn't veer onto arrogance or cockiness. I'd never met anyone else who possessed it, and for some reason it was getting me all hot and bothered, knowing how sure of himself he was.

Over the phone, I could never take the full effect of him. I could tell he was desirable, just from the way he spoke, but I never knew
how
desirable. His assurance in himself was sexy. I squirmed in my seat, trying to focus on my show, but it didn't go unnoticed by Blake. He squeezed my hand, stroking his thumb over my knuckles sensually. I glanced at him; his features were illuminated by the flickering candlelight set in the middle of our circular table. What sent my heartbeat into a frenzy were his eyes: they were narrowed in an expression I hadn't seen on his face yet. He was looking at me as if I was the most desirable woman in the room, and it took my breath away.

As good as the show was, I couldn't help but think,
This show can't be over soon enough!

Chapter 4

Once the show was over, we said our goodbyes to the entertainers and returned to his waiting car.

My thighs kept rubbing together as I waited for Blake to settle into his seat beside me in the limo. It was almost embarrassing how wet I was for him already, and all he'd done was look at me. My heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was trying to tell me,
Something is going to happen
. In that moment, I'd already settled it in my mind. I was going to kiss Blake. I
needed
to kiss him. If it didn't work out, then we'd just go back to being online friends, but the pull within me was too strong to deny it. The ache between my legs was equally strong, if not more so.

Moments later, Blake took his place beside me wordlessly and we locked eyes. He made his move before I even had a chance to process how I would make mine. His muscular arm looped itself around my curvy waist and pulled me into him, my breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest. The driver pulled the partition closed to give us privacy, and it made my legs tremble in anticipation.

Blake brushed a few strands of my dark hair away from my face and looked into my eyes for another brief moment before lowering his face to mine. He focused on my lower lip, nibbling and pulling on it as he looped his other arm around me waist so I was straddling him in the dress Vanessa had me wear, that was too tight on me now that my thighs were spread around his waist. I tried to use my knees to keep me propped up above him because I knew that if I was sitting directly on his crotch, I'd leave him with a wet spot of evidence. But he wasn't having any of that. His firm hands gripped my waist and pressed me down on top of him so I could feel his hardness directly under me, his lips taking control of mine.

A force I couldn't explain had me responding to his silent commands like a horny schoolgirl. While I was returning his kisses, I attempted to pull him on top of me so he wouldn't notice how ready I was for him already. But something told me that he would discover that soon enough all on his own.

Blake's hands were traveling up underneath my dress, and I moaned in response. With expert fingers, he pulled my thong to the side of my lips, exposing my labia. He brushed against it with my fingers and groaned with approval as I shivered.

"You're so wet," he murmured, trailing his kisses away from my lips, down my jaw, to my neck. I straddled him, paralyzed with pleasure as he played with my lips. His fingers slipped over my pussy easily, sliding up, down, and in between my labia. Each stroke was getting me more and more aroused.

I moaned quietly as the incredibly sexy billionaire slipped his middle finger inside of me, continuing to rub circles on my clit as he pumped his long finger in and out of me. As if someone else had control over my body, I began to rotate my hips. I bit my bottom lip and continued letting out soft cries of pleasure as he left love marks on my neck and coaxed my pussy into climax with his thumb.

As soon as I began grinding on him harder, he stopped. "Wha-?" I began, a little dazed from the overload of pleasure and confused at the same time.

"Shh," he murmured, his hot lips kissing their way down my chest as he wiggled my dress down and off of me. He took his time, stroking my flesh with the tip of his tongue, flicking it around my belly button. By the time he was down to my panty line, I was already trembling. I thrust my hips forward, eager to have his mouth do the wonderful things he'd done to my lips, but lower.

Blake glanced up at me briefly, his emerald eyes burning into me, sending a shiver through my spine.

"What about..." I tilted my head towards the driver.

He didn't say anything, he just locked eyes with me and kissed my pussy lips. I moaned as quietly as I could, but his tongue was performing tricks. Circles, triangles, letters, numbers... He expertly stroked my labia with his hot, firm tongue, drawing louder and louder moans out of me. Blake used his hands to grip my bottom and to push his face further into my creases. He was sucking on my wetness while pressing my legs as wide as they would go before tongue-fucking my tight hole.

Blake was driving me crazy. As the car whipped in and out of the streets, his tongue sent lashes all over me. I could feel the my juices flow and knew that the climax was coming soon. I was rotating my hips against his tongue with fury. He then dove his tongue even deeper inside of me, sending a jolt of electricity through me, making me shiver uncontrollably.

"Right there," I groaned when he quickened his pace. The climax rippled through my body, sending red hot quivers through my body as he lapped up every inch of my pussy.

Suddenly there was a knock at the window. Blake sat up and rolled it down slightly so the driver wouldn't be able to see me in my disheveled state.

"We have arrived at your place, Sir," he said monotonously, not showing any indication that he knew what had gone on in the back.
Maybe he couldn't tell
, I consoled myself.

I propped myself up on my elbows. I was so into Blake pleasing me that I hadn't realized that we were in a parking garage.