Romance: The Damaged Billionaire (5 page)

Chapter 10

Archer and I spend most of the day talking about our messed up childhoods and life as teenagers.

Surprisingly, we have a lot of stuff in common.

I give him his meds and make sure that’s he’s comfortable and really get a nice glimpse of the person who he is on the inside.

Night arrives quickly and I help him into his bed, placing the pillow behind his back so that he can sleep comfortably though the night.

“I had a nice time with you today,” he says as he smiles at me. “This is the first day in a long time where I don’t feel like I need a drink at the end of it.”

“Yeah, I had a good time too,” I say.

“It’s nice to see someone whose life kind of mimics mine.”

“Nothing like being a part of the messed up kids club.”

He laughs, “I need a premium membership.”

I laugh also. “You and me both. Good night Archer.”

“Not just yet. I need you to do something for me again tonight,” he says.

“And what’s that?” I ask with a raised brow.

“I need you to help me relieve some stress again.”

“Really Archer?”

“It’s bad for my health to be stressed,” he smiles mischievously.

I smirk. “Says who?”

“Every health magazine there is,” he says.

I laugh. “And what health magazines were you reading?”

“I don’t know. All of the good ones,” he laughs. “I would do it myself but I can’t lean all the way down there to do it with my hand without straining my back.”

I shake my head and walk over towards the bed.

I guess it would be nothing to give him another hand job.

And I enjoyed the first time…

Slowly, I walk over to him, trying to sway my hips in a sexy fashion.

The swaying of my hips must work because the bulge in his pants grows larger.

I rub my hand over the bulge and feel it’s firmness.

Archer has a smile spread across his face as my hand rubs firmly on his groin.

His bulge is hard.

And it wants out.

I push down his pajama bottoms and his hard cock jumps out.

It is already standing straight up – waiting for me to pleasure it.

It’s ready.

I’m ready…

As my hand wraps around the large cock, the professional in me takes over.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

This is unprofessional… isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not?

He needs relief and he can’t do it himself. He would hurt his back if he were to try this himself. It is a medical process.

And this is just a part of my job as a medical professional.

It is totally professional…

Chapter 11

My heart rate beats faster.

Nerves engulf me.

“I’m only doing this as a professional,” I say softly to Archer.

But he doesn’t respond.

My hand wraps around Archer’s cock. Oh… it is hard.

I slide my hand up and down on Archer’s dick and he begins to moan softly.

My fingers run around the head of his huge cock and I feel a bit of pre-cum coming out of his tip. With my thumb, I rub it over the head of his member and he moans deeply.

I can’t take my eyes off his cock.

It is the biggest I have ever touched… or even seen.

It is thick, rock-hard and ready.

It wants action.

And who am I to say no to it?

I begin to rub my hand up and down his shaft again and I can feel it become even harder.

Oh yes…

It fills me with desire.

I want it inside me.

I want it filling every part of my body.

I want to feel it pleasure me.

The hardness is seducing me…

Without thinking, my mouth comes over his cock.

I take his hard dick in my mouth, stretching my jaw wide enough to take him in.

He tastes like man.

Yum…

Archer groans deeply and runs his hand through my hair as my mouth salivates over his piece. My right hand rubs on his shaft and my mouth wets the head.

“Fuck yes, Lara,” Archer groans. “Fuck yes!”

My left hand cradles his full sack and my tongue licks up and down his shaft. As I do, I look up to Archer and our eyes connect.

Yes…

My left hand starts to gently caress the area between his sack and his anus, while I take him in my mouth again.

“Fuck yes!” he moans.

The louder he moans, the faster my right hand moves.

As I feel him clench, as I feel his body start to peak, I stop and smile at him.

“What’s wrong?” he pleads for me to keep going.

“Nothing,” I smile. “Everything is right.”

He looks at me with desire in his eyes and I return the look.

I need his cock inside me.

I need it.

I slide down my scrubs and panties, climbing my body over his. As I do, I throw my top to the side, followed my bra.

“Yes…” he moans as my body rubs over him.

I’m already wet.

Very wet.

My naked body positions itself over him.

Holding my wet pussy at the tip of his cock, I cover his piece with my juices.

Slowly, I slide onto the tip of his rock.

I stare at him while I hold the tip of him inside me.

His eyes open wide.

He is ready.

I am ready…

I push all the way down on his solid cock.

“Yes!” his head throws backwards.

Oh… he is deep.

Deeper than I have ever taken anyone.

And it feels good.

I feel full.

I feel like he is supposed to be here.

My pussy lips have stretched to let him enter, and I know I am going to struggle to walk tomorrow.

I hold him inside me, letting my body adjust to such a large dick.

Slowly, I rise off him and slide back down, letting out a low moan in the process.

My hands rest on his hard chest while my hips ease up and down on his cock. Oh, he feels good.

So, so good.

At first, I rotate my hips over him, covering his cock in my juices. Then I begin to build momentum.

I swing my hips back and forth.

Oh yes…

My hips move faster.

Yes…

I lean both hands onto his chest and whip my hips on top of his rock hard cock…

Yes!

His hands lay out to the side, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

“Fuck yes…” he moans again.

My hips move quicker.

Yes…

“Lara, baby, you feel so good,” he moans out passionately.

“Archer… so do you,” I say.

My hands stroke over his gorgeous face while his hands run up my tights.

And…

I begin to feel my release coming…

I move faster.

Faster!

Harder!

And…

“Yes!”

My head throws back.

Archer senses my moment and pumps his cock upward into me…

“Yes…” he groans.

I cum all over him and he grips me tightly.

With all his muscles tight, he releases into me.

Yes…

I feel full.

After catching my breath, I wipe the sweat off my brow and I slide off his cock to lie down in the bed beside him.

“That was more than I was expecting,” he says as he looks over at me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’m not sure what came over me,” I say as I look away.

He grabs my head and turns my face towards him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

“It’s unprofessional for me to sleep with a patient.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he smiles. “It is not a problem.”

“If you weren’t so hot, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

He smiles. “You think that I’m hot.”

I laugh. “You’re okay.”

“Nope, you already said it. I’m hot,” he laughs.

“Okay, you’re hot.”

“Don’t worry about what just happened here, Lara. It’s something that we both wanted and I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“That’s good to know,” I say as I sit up and prepare to leave but he reaches out and grabs my hand.

“No, sleep here tonight,” he says.

I look at him in disbelief. “Are you sure about that?”

“Of course I’m sure. Sleep in here with me tonight,” he says.

I lie back in the bed and lean on his arm. “Whatever the patient wants, he gets.”

He laughs. “Good night, Lara.”

“Good night, Archer,” I say as I close my eyes and allow sleep to overtake me.

Tonight was far by one of the craziest nights I’ve had but I don’t regret it one bit.

Chapter 12

“Wake up, sleepy woman,” Archer stirs me from my sleep.

I open my eyes and feel the sun warming my face. Rolling over, I see that Archer is lying in bed, looking at me with a smile on his face.

“Good morning, Archer.”

“Good morning sexy.”

“How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.”

“Any pain in your back?”

“No, no pain at all. I think I am healing up nicely.”

I laugh. “Well, that’s good to know. Some physical activity must have done it some good.”

He smiles at me. “I think we need to eat breakfast. I think I may want a repeat of what happened in this bed last night.”

I raise my brow. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really.”

I smile and get out of the bed, throw on my pants and panties, before helping him out of bed.

He winces a little and I know that he’s lying about the pain that he’s feeling. I will have to give him the pain pills once he’s got some food in his system because giving them to him on an empty stomach wouldn’t be good.

I sit him down at the kitchen table and James places pancakes and French toast down in front of us along with freshly squeezed orange juice.

“I take it you put in another request with the cook,” I say.

“I don’t like to wait around for breakfast. I like to have it ready soon as I walk out of the room,” he says as he takes a bite of his pancake.

I take a bite of French toast and smile.

This cook has the key to my heart with how he throws down in the kitchen.

I open my mouth to say something when two blonde girls come rushing into the kitchen, creating noise for attention.

One of the blondes is tall and leggy and looks like she could be a super model.

The other is about average height but she has large breasts courtesy of a plastic surgeon - because there was no way that those things are real.

“Archer, baby, how are you feeling?” asks the tall leggy one.

“Yes, we came over as soon as we heard about what happened,” says the other one.

I roll my eyes.

I already know what type of girls they are.

It starts with gold and ends with digger.

However, Archer is eating up the attention. After hugging him, the girls can’t take their hands off him.

“You poor baby,” they say.

“We’re here to look after you,” they pout.

“I’ve been feeling good, thanks,” he smiles. “I hired a nurse to take care of me. She’s right there - her name is Lara. Lara, this is Brittany and Jessica.”

They look me over, roll their eyes and turn their attention back to Archer.

“Is there anything that we can do for you? Surely this nurse can’t be doing everything,” says Jessica, the tall and leggy one.

“You can keep me company. It’s been kind of lonely around here these past couple of days,” he says without taking his eyes off their breasts.

I look at him in disbelief.

Lonely?

After all that we’ve been through and talked about, he still says that he’s lonely?

We’ve just shared the most intimate details about our lives and he’s still lonely?

What the hell?

I suddenly lose my appetite, storming out of the room. I don’t even think Archer noticed me leave.

Entering my guest bedroom, I pull out some clothes and get into the shower, but the anger rages inside me.

How could I have been so stupid?

I bet Archer has done this a thousand times before.

He’s a prick.

He’s a rich prick.

He doesn’t care about me.

Or anyone.

And that’s why nobody really cares about him.

He has probably spun that sob story so many times that he’s almost guaranteed to get sex at the end of it.

Prick.

I turn the shower on, making the water as hot as I can make it, and allow it to ease the tension out of muscles.

I get out of the shower and throw my clothes on. I would somehow make it through this day dealing with dumb blonde one and dumb blonde two.

I walk out of the room and head back into the living room where Archer is sitting in between the two blondes laughing and talking.

I take the pain pills out of the bottle and hand them to him and he takes them, not even acknowledging me, but continuing to talk to his ‘friends’.

It goes on like that all day.

He doesn’t even say two words to me and I realize that I have had enough.

I can’t deal with it.

And I won’t deal with it.

I’ve gotten myself in too deep and I need to pull myself out.

I go back into the room, repack my suitcases, and drag them out towards the door.

Archer, still in-between the blondes, sees me leaving. He raises his brow at me as I drag the suitcases along but he doesn’t say anything.

He knows… but he doesn’t care.

I’m just another girl to him.

Another employee.

He would probably be surprised to learn that I even have feelings.

Prick.

I open the door and slam it behind me as I get onto the elevator. I have to take back what little self-respect that I have and get out of there. I will just have to find another way to pay off my debts because this situation was no longer going to work out for me.

When I get to my car, I throw my bags into the back and get in. I can feel the tears falling down my face and I pull out my cell phone to dial Paula’s number.

“Hey, girl,” she says, sounding upbeat.

“I need you to be at my house,” I sob into the phone.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, I just really need a friend right now. I’m on my way home.”

“Okay well, I’m on my way. See you when you get there.”

“Thanks,” I say as I hang up the cell phone and toss it on the seat beside me.

I wipe the tears from my eyes, pull out of the parking garage, and start my drive home away from this place and away from Archer.