The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (26 page)

"Yeah,"
Jeremy said.  "It's almost the same, I think.  Kind of."

Once we arrived
back at the Landseer estate, Jeremy tossed me a key.  "There you go,
lady.  Your very own key.  Don't lose it, it cost two bucks."

"Whoa!"
I said, pretending to be impressed.  "Big spender."

"Yeah, I
know."  He grinned.  "I'm going to bring this food to Asher.  I'm
sure I'll see you tomorrow.  Have a good night."

"You
too."

I waved and
Jeremy waved back, then he started walking down the gravel pathway to the main
house.  I stood in the chill evening air for a moment, holding my take-home
cheesecake container, thinking.  I had a lot to think about lately.  I was
probably doing too much, I decided.  Too much, except I felt compelled to do it
all, too.  Something, a feeling, maybe women's intuition.  Or maybe just naive
stupidity.  Either one probably fit.

Trudging towards
the guest house, I shuffled my feet and kicked at the gravel walkway.  My
casual heels scuffled against the hardened path when I kicked at it with the
toes of my shoes, and my progress towards the house was slow but it gave me a
little more time to think.  If Beatrice saw me, she might think I was some
child or something.  Look at Jessika.  What is she doing?  She's ruining
perfectly good shoes and acting immature to boot.

Oh well.  I
didn't really care what she thought.  She couldn't be much older than me, and
yet she acted like she was.  Except, of course, when I heard her in the
bookstore.  Then she sounded happier, almost chipper.  Granted, she was with
Solomon and plotting against Asher, so it wasn't exactly the right kind of
happiness, but I knew she could be a different person.  Why wasn't she, though?

I opened the
door to Asher's guest house with the key Jeremy gave me and stepped inside. 
Kicking off my shoes and leaving them to the side, I locked the door and left
the key on the kitchen counter.  Now what?  Life was so hectic and today had
been more hectic still.  I desperately needed to relax.

The library
sounded perfect, so I went downstairs.  Flipping the light switch on, I
breathed in deep and admired the shelves around me.  It really was a perfect
kind of place, I thought.  Not the best ever, nothing like a classic library,
but it was quaint and quiet and hidden away.  The perfect spot for relaxing. 
It was a good place to think and prepare.

Right now I just
wanted to read, though.  I did like the book I'd browsed through the other day,
so I decided to look for the first. 
Kushiel's Dart
, I guess?  I assumed
Asher had it, and it was probably somewhere by where the second book had been,
but I didn't notice it when I first checked.  I walked over to the shelf, one
of the ones in the middle, and scanned through the bindings looking for
familiar script.

Maybe it was on
one of the bookshelves to the left or right?  The one on the right was the
shelf that swung open, the one that Asher came through the other night.  Quite
a surprise, that; I hadn't expected anything like it.  I perused the shelves,
looking for the book, and...

My God. 
Everything fit.  I didn't know how I hadn't thought of this before.

The bookshelf
swung open somehow with a mechanism built into the floor.  I'd seen the casing
and watched Asher push it into place that night after he'd slipped through. 
And obviously the hidden doorway behind the bookshelf led to a passageway that
went to the main house.  Presumably only Asher knew about this, or maybe a
select few others.  It seemed like the kind of thing he might keep secret,
though how should I know?

That didn't matter
so much, but what did matter was the privacy of it.  The passageway was a
perfect route into the main house.  I could use it to sneak in without rousing
suspicion or making myself known.  And, once inside, I could go to Beatrice's
room and look for any clues or evidence about her and Solomon's plans.  On her
computer, or paperwork in her desk, or whatever.  I didn't know what exactly I
needed to find, but if I could do this thing and get inside her room I thought
I might find something.

Maybe if I was
lucky there was a hidden door in Beatrice's room, too.  I imagined some fancy
wardrobe like the children in
The Chronicles of Narnia
used, with a
loose backing that opened up into Asher's secret pathways.  Probably not quite
as magical as C.S. Lewis's version, but curious nonetheless.

Also, there it
was.  I snatched up
Kushiel's Dart
and carried it over to the
blanket-covered couch.  Plopping onto the cushions and covering myself with
blankets, I opened the book and started to read.

This was going
to work, I told myself.  Read some, relax, rest up and give myself time to
think, and then tomorrow when Asher left for work and Beatrice went out to do
whatever she usually did, I'd sneak into her room and scope the place out.

I was positive
I'd find something.  What was the worst that could happen?  A lot, actually.  I
needed to be very very careful.

I
peeked past
the window curtains in the master bedroom on the second floor of Asher
Landseer's guest home, waiting and watching.  I'd declined an invitation for
breakfast from Asher(and supposedly Beatrice, though I doubted she wanted me
there) in order to do this.  Jeremy came to ask, since Asher was busy with a
phone call at the time.  Before Jeremy left, I made sure to ask if Beatrice and
Asher were going out for the day.

"Asher?"
Jeremy had said.  "Yeah, of course he is.  Work and everything.  It's not
even a job to him, it's practically an obsession.  I think Beatrice is leaving,
too.  I don't know for sure, but I doubt she'll stick around.  She doesn't like
to stay in one place often if she can.  Why?"

I made up an
excuse.  I forgot exactly what I said, but I'm sure it made no sense.  Jeremy
rolled his eyes at me and laughed, but left it at that.

He knew to some
extent.  He knew that I wanted to try and figure out what Beatrice Landseer and
Solomon Royce were up to.  They had a plan, something to do with ruining
Landseer Enterprises and then subsequently running off together after Beatrice
divorced Asher because of false accusations.  I was a part of those
accusations, or so I guessed.  They wanted to denounce Asher for infidelity all
while committing the exact same act.

Granted,
Beatrice and Solomon wanted to do this without evidence, or mere circumstantial
facts.  I doubted it'd be too difficult to do, either.  I
had
agreed to
act as an egg donor and surrogate mother for Beatrice, which made the idea of
Asher and I sleeping together a simpler concept to swallow.  Neither Solomon
nor Beatrice knew that Asher and I had actually slept together already(technically
only twice, for what that was worth).  None of this really helped my case.  I
knew I shouldn't have done it, knew I shouldn't have tempted him, but, my God,
it was so difficult.

It was even
easier when I learned that Beatrice cared nothing for Asher.  Why should he
stay in a marriage like that?  He didn't know it yet, but he wouldn't be
staying in it for long.  And then what?

It didn't
matter.  I didn't care what happened in the end, if Asher hated me or wanted me
to leave or whatever; it didn't matter.  Because this wasn't about that.  Asher
was, more than anything, someone I cared about.  Silly, maybe, because I hadn't
known him for too long, but I didn't care.  We talked, we understood each other
a little.  I wanted to understand him so much more, too.  I wanted to be there,
to be someone he could count on, to listen to him and for him to listen to me,
to share with each other.

What I really
wanted was for Asher to be happy, though.  And what Beatrice intended was to
absolutely destroy every single hope and dream he had.  She lied about her
infertility, she lied about who she went on her constant vacations with, and
she'd lied at their wedding ceremony.  She must have promised, must have said
the vows,
to love and honor him every day of her life
.  Except she'd
never done it, not once.

Maybe Asher
hadn't loved her like a husband should love a wife, but he at least tried.  He
wanted to make Beatrice happy, and he did everything in his power to do it.  He
let her go, let her do as she liked, and the only thing he wanted in return was
a child.  She'd stolen that away from him, too, paying off a doctor to lie to
Asher and tell him that she was infertile.  Still, he never gave up hope, never
said anything bad about her.

It infuriated
me.  I clenched my jaw, thinking about it, getting worked up and annoyed even
further.  I almost missed the cars leaving the parking garage out front.

The first was
Jeremy, who was driving Asher to Landseer Tower.  They both sat in the front
seat this time, as opposed to when Asher and I had sat in the back seat while
Jeremy drove us from the Japanese restaurant to Asher's guest home the first
night I'd ever visited here.  I watched them drive off, chatting amicably to
one another, saying this or that.  I wondered if maybe they were talking about
me, if Asher wanted to know how I was, why I'd missed breakfast, and if I'd
said anything about him.

Then, after
Jeremy drove away through the gated entrance, Beatrice pulled out of the
garage.  She drove herself.  Easier to keep her schemes a secret if she didn't
have anyone tagging along with her, I thought.  She wore wide-lens sunglasses
and looked pissed off for no apparent reason.  Not that this was any different
from how she usually looked, but it was almost comical seeing her like this. 
In a car, alone, driving away, and mad.  Mad that she couldn't just be rid of
Asher right now?  Mad that she couldn't divorce him for no reason and expect to
take half of his assets afterwards?  Yes, probably, and also mad because she
was a bitch.  That's just how those types of people acted.

I knew I
shouldn't think that, no matter how much I disliked her.  My mother would
highly disapprove, anyways.  But sometimes, vulgar or not, people needed to say
it like it was.  Right?  Beatrice was not a nice person and I didn't like her
because of it.

I did like that
she was gone now, though.  With her and Asher away, it gave me the perfect
chance to sneak into the basement library, figure out the secret doorway that
led into an underground passage connecting Asher's guest home with the main
house, and then find and enter Beatrice's room to look for clues as to her
wicked plans against Asher.

I could've asked
Jeremy to help, and I think he would have.  Except it was better this way, I
decided.  If I involved him, then who knew what kind of trouble he might get
into?  This wasn't a fail-safe plan, really.  If someone saw me in Beatrice's
room, that was it.  Not only would it ruin my chances at realizing Beatrice and
Solomon's plans, but if Jeremy came with me he'd be pulled into this, too. 
Without evidence, without some idea of what they were up to, Asher had every
right to be angry with me if someone caught me snooping around his mansion.

And I didn't
want to include Jeremy in that without good reason.  I should do this on my own
and take full responsibility for anything bad that came of it.

I took a deep
breath, readying myself for what I was about to do.  Probably something dumb
and insane, but oh well.  And I needed to change outfits.

I rushed to the closet
and poked through the clothes Asher had given me.  I highly doubted I'd find a
femme fatale spy outfit in here, but maybe, who knew, right?  And, no, I didn't
find one, but I found a cute pair of grey sweatpants and a white tanktop.  Not
quite spy material, or sneaking clothes for that matter, but I thought range of
movement for this kind of thing was important.

I slipped out of
my pajama pants and t-shirt and into the new clothes.  The sweatpants clung
tight to my legs and accentuated my butt, while the tanktop was looser.  For
future reference as to what a spy should look like(or probably not look like),
I checked myself out in the mirror in the bathroom.

"Whoa, this
is hot."  I spun around.  I had some curves!  I imagined going for a jog
with Asher, teasing him as we ran on a path through the woods, then coming back
here afterwards.  Worked up and sweaty, ready for more, he'd toss me onto the
bed and peel these very sweatpants down my legs, revealing my glistening sex. 
And...

Alright, no time
for that.  I pulled myself away from the mirror and trudged into the bedroom,
acting the part of a woman determined.  Putting on some sneakers(for sneaking),
I bounced downstairs, then down another set of stairs, and ran to the middle of
the library.

I knew which
shelf moved out to reveal the hidden doorway, but I didn't know how to move
it.  It wasn't really a thing that Asher explained, or cared to talk about.  He
just kind of showed up one night, surprised me, pushed the bookshelf back into
place, and then...

And then we'd
done some things.  Some things that I shouldn't think about right now, because
I needed to focus on the task at hand instead of riling myself up.

Maybe one of the
books?  I poked and prodded at every book in the bookcase, pulling them out and
pushing them in, thinking maybe it was like in the movies.  How did that even
work, though?  It looked cool on the big screen, but the logistics behind it
made no sense to me.  More likely there was a keypad or remote somewhere, and
through my vast knowledge of spy movies I realized exactly where it should be.

I scanned the
book spines, checking them carefully.  Yes, that one was fine, and that, and
that, and...

Yes!  I pulled a
hardbound edition of
One Thousand and One Nights
from the bookshelf and
opened it up.  It was hollowed out in the center, pages cut expertly from the
book.  In their place lay a remote console.  I pushed the red power button at
the top left and the electronics sparked to life.

"Password?"
the remote asked me in black blinking letters.

I typed in my
answer.  "O-P-E-N-S-E-S-A-M-E."

The remote
buzzed at me and blinked "Wrong Password!" twice.  A hint showed up
at the top of the LCD: "Two words."

I tried again,
leaving a space in between "Open" and "Sesame."

"Wrong
Password!" blinked twice, then, "Another incorrect password will lock
this console and send an email alert to the owner.  Continue with
caution."

It asked me for
the password again.

I should have
shut it down.  I should have turned it off and put the book back where it
belonged.  Obviously the password wouldn't be something so simple!  Granted,
the remote was in the book with the story about Ali Baba and his forty thieves,
but still.  That part made sense and was clever in a cliche way, but making the
password the same as the story was just asking for trouble.

So, then, what
was it?  If I answered wrong, Asher would know what I'd done, or planned to
do.  And then what?  Would he think I wanted to steal from him?  What could I
tell him?  Nothing.  I had no real reason I could give him that would explain
why I wanted to use his secret passageway to sneak into his main house.  If I
told him about Beatrice and Solomon without evidence of their wrongdoings, then
he'd think I was crazy.

And, that was
it.  No more.  I wasn't anyone special or important.  I was Jessika Fevrier,
some woman way in over her head.  I was nothing more than a woman who enjoyed
books(perhaps a bit too much), and had fallen head over heels in love with a
man who was so far above me it was ridiculous.  What did I have to offer him? 
What could he possibly gain from me?  Asher was rich, a billionaire, and while
Beatrice didn't love him, she at least came from a good family.  She was
well-educated and traveled and knew a lot about traversing the upper echelons
of society.

I was Jessika
and I was clumsy and when I went to put
One Thousand and One Nights
back
into the bookcase I dropped it.  The book slipped out of my hands and began its
descent to the floor.  I stared at it, caught off guard and surprised.  The
book opened on its way downwards, flipping around so the pages were revealed to
me, facing up.  It thudded onto the carpet and beeped at me.

"Password?"
it asked.

I stared at the
book.  If the book could, it probably stared back at me.  This was something,
something important, and I thought I should know it, but I wasn't quite sure.

"No
way," I said, but I had to try it.  Stumbling to the floor, not even
bothering to pick the book up, I pressed in the password.

"D-A-N-T-E-'-S
I-N-F-E-R-N-O."

The remote beeped
and the bookcase clicked.  The shelves popped out, sliding away from the wall
on the unhinged section, enough for me to grab a handle on the side.  I pulled
the bookcase the rest of the way, opening the whole thing and revealing the
hidden doorway behind it.

"Wow,"
I said.  "Wow.  I'm good."

Good or lucky or
I don't even know.  It didn't matter right now.  I had access!  Access into the
passageway, access into the main house, and hopefully access into Beatrice's
room.  I'd guessed the password out of sheer luck and fate, but I still had a
lot more to do.

I opened the
door into the hidden underground passageway and stepped inside.

"Asher,"
Jeremy said while driving to Landseer Tower.  "Do you ever think
something's up?  Maybe something's wrong?"

"What do
you mean?" Asher asked.

"You know,
like with Beatrice?  She's always gone.  She's not very friendly with anyone. 
I mean, she's a little more friendly with you, but not by much..."

"I don't
know."  Asher sighed.  "I thought maybe it was how everything
happened at first.  Maybe she didn't expect it to turn out this way.  I know I
didn't, but it's not all bad, right?  I try to give her space and I thought
she'd come around, but it never happened.  I don't really know what to think
now.  I'm still trying, though."

"Yeah, but
why?  I'm not saying you should divorce her or anything, but why not talk to
her?  Like, maybe divorce would be a good option, even.  If you're both not
getting what you expected out of a marriage, then it's not a terrible thing to
cut your losses and go your own way with no hard feelings."

"It's not
that simple," Asher said.  "There's a lot at stake here.  It's not
just the marriage, but the company, too.  Beatrice is a major shareholder and
even if she's not involved in day-to-day business, she has benefactors working
on her behalf.  If we separated and she left the company entirely, the divorce
proceedings could get out of hand.  I know that it might be easier for both of
us in regards to happiness, but then what?  I'm heavily invested into Landseer
Enterprises and she isn't.  This is a purely business standpoint, but she could
potentially set the company back by decades if she wanted to be
vindictive."