The Complete Bad Boy Series (5 in 1): Best Billionaire Romance Collection (Bad Boy Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Paranormal Series) (3 page)

Christine may not have noticed that her daughter had taken off, but Lars knew almost immediately. He looked around for her and had to disentangle himself from the redhead. She was beautiful and obviously DTF, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Lars liked the thrill of the hunt and there was no pleasure in getting something that was offered up on a platter.

When he finally did get away from Maggie, Lars was unable to find his sister. He went up to the house, checking the downstairs before going upstairs to go to her room. He knocked and waited for her to answer. When she didn’t, he pushed the door open and stepped in.

The room was much different than when he had helped her move her things in not but a few days before. The bed was covered with a pink comforter with splashes of paint all over it. Canvases lined the wall and were stacked upright by the closet. They were everywhere and he was impressed with them. She had talent, that was impossible not to see and he caught himself flipping through them. As he got to the back, they seemed to be newer.

Lars stopped on an oil portrait. It was of a man and he could have sworn that it looked like him. There was a familiarity in the eyes and for a second, he tried to think of what that meant. His hopes soared, but as the night wore on and he still couldn’t find her, he became more irritated than anything else. He went to the temporary guard stand in the front that regulated who could and couldn’t get in.

“Hay Karl.”

“Yes boss?”

“Have you seen Christine’s daughter anywhere? Did she leave?”

“Oh Drew? Her and one of her friends took off with Jeffreys.”

“Do you know where they went?”

He shook his head. “Do you want me to call him and see where they are?”

Lars nodded, knowing that he shouldn’t show that much interest in her whereabouts, but he couldn’t help it. It was what it was and he wanted to know right then. He waited for several minutes, the impatience showing in the way that he shifted from one foot to the other. His eyes kept checking his watch for the time, trying not to hurry it all along.

“They will be here in a few minutes.”

“Where did they go?”

“He says that he took the two to a public beach approximately ten miles from here called Beechfort and then he dropped off the madam with her. I do not know her name, but now they are headed back here.”

It was detailed, like the man and that was the main reason that he had just gotten a hefty promotion, as well as a new job title to add to the beginning of his name. “No that will be all. Thank you.”

He walked back into the house. There were already people outside working to have the place cleaned up by morning. The service was beautiful, but just like then, he was not where he should be. His mind was away thinking of the one that he couldn’t have and it absolutely drove him crazy.

Lars paced while he waited. He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to see her when she came in, to be down there waiting for her no less. He had to see her and for some reason or another, the plan that he had to tease her backfired and she now seemed even farther from him than before.

He heard the gates open and the car doors outside that opened and closed. He knew that it was her and he braced himself. Lars was not used to feeling so out of control and he knew then, that he needed the upper hand. If not for no other reason than his sanity moving forward.

The door knob turned and he was surprised to find her in such a way. Her hair was wet and the black hair that he had only seen straight was dripping ringlets around her. Her dress was on wrong or different than it had been before and he could tell almost immediately, that she was a few sheets to the wind.

“Where have you been?” His words were rougher than he had expected them to be and she recoiled from him as she closed the front door.

“What does it matter?”

“It matters.”

He was halfway up the stairs and she could see the glint in his eyes. He seemed pissed off and she wasn’t quite sure why but she didn’t like the way he was acting. The air conditioning from the house was making her cold, as the wet hair dripped down her back and front. Her bare shoulders and arms, as well as her clothing were drenched with sea water. All Drew wanted to do was go upstairs and take a shower. Dealing with her stepbrother, was not something that she wanted to do.

“I don’t have time for this Lars. I am tired and want to go upstairs.” She made her way to the bottom of the stairs and it became clear that he was not going to move. He obviously still had things to say and Drew pushed her wet hair back to cover the cool back that was freezing her.

“Why did you and that girl take off?”

“Who? Court? Because I wanted to. What is wrong with you Lars?”

“What are you two, like lesbians or something?” It would have made sense to Lars. He hadn’t been able to understand why she didn’t want him and it seemed he had figured out the answer to that. The reason she wasn’t interested in him must be because she was batting for the other side. It saddened him and assuaged his ego at the same time.

Drew made a face that begged to differ. “No, Gosh.”

His eyes took in her wet dress that clung to her body. The blush pink was too white and the wetness from her dripping hair, made the material far too see through and he couldn’t take his eyes from the dark nipples that pointed out towards him as he spoke. Lars could hear her say something, but her voice sounded far away like she was not standing right in front of him.

“Jeez you are weird bro. I think you may have had more to drink than I did. I am going to bed, move.”

Lars should have moved, but he didn’t. His feet were planted to the carpet beneath him, standing in the way of her going up the stairs. There was anger in her dark depths. He did not know how to deal with her and he didn’t know how to deny himself the one thing that had been on his mind all week. Lars was not made to be denied and he took a step towards her.

“Move Lars. I can’t deal with you right now. Did you and Maggie have a good time?” Her voice held derision that she couldn’t placate.

“Are you jealous?” He moved another step towards her and his eyes were finding it hard to stay on her face. She was not happy with him and sobered up. Drew was finding it even harder to understand why he liked to bait her so, or more importantly, why she let him.

“Lars what the hell are you doing?” Drew moved her face as his came towards her. She pushed back on his chest as he leaned in.

“I just want a good night kiss sis. That’s all.”

His lips touched her cheek and then moved to her mouth. Lars’ hand shook as he pulled her to his tight body. It took effort to move her lips open enough to delve his tongue in. She tasted sweet to his senses and he finally rejoiced with the small moan that escaped her lips. That sound alone jerked his cock to life and he knew that she felt the movement. Drew gasped.

The action of his cock, ended the pleasure on his lips. She pushed him harder and he finally moved away, his eyes dilated as he looked down at her.

“What are you doing Lars?!” Drew pushed passed him and fled up the stairs. She didn’t look back and didn’t stop until her door was closed and locked. Her chest heaved as she leaned back against the door. What the hell was that?

It didn’t make sense to her and she spent far too much time on the other side of the door, listening to see if she would hear him in the hallway. She had thought to take a shower first, but she found herself inspired to paint and she moved to the pile against the wall, thumbing to the back and pulling out the unfinished portrait she had been working on. She hoped that like all of the other paintings she had done in the past, once it was on the canvas, she hoped that the images in her head would leave her. It was the process and she hoped that it would work that time.

When she was sure he was gone and he was not upstairs with her, Drew moved to the bathroom at the end of the hall. The shower was bigger down there and she liked that it had a small built in sitting area. Drew was horny and she was hoping the reprieve could temper her feelings. It wasn’t until she had her hand on the door, that she thought she heard something. Stopping to listen, her blood pounded in her ears.

Drew finally moved inside and took in the large, marbled room. It was like the ones she had seen on the television and she didn’t think she would ever get used to it. The gleaming surfaces were almost too pretty to use, but the water pressure was enough to draw her in anyways.

Starting the water, she watched steam billow into the room, filling it so that she could barely see her own reflection in the mirror behind the double sinks. Pulling her clothes off, Drew stepped in the water and sighed with the feel of it on her skin.

Lars was enraged when she walked away from him after their kiss. If he hadn’t been so hard and in need, he probably would have followed her up to her room, but he didn’t trust himself around her at that time.

Instead he listened for her to go in her room and he knew that her routine in the house was a shower in the upstairs guest bathroom. The room was large enough and the linen closets were empty enough in the bottom that he pulled a chair up and waited. He didn’t have a plan at first, but maybe to just glimpse the small parts that had been covered from the bikini. He wanted to see the hard nipples without the wet dress on them. Lars just needed to see her.

When she finally came in and started the water, it got misty and his view was obscured, taking out his phone, he started to record her, setting the phone at the corner of the stilted door. He could tell by her movement and sounds that she was as turned on as he was. Was it him that she thought of while she writhed in pleasure on the short indention?

Lars needed to see more, so he crept out while she was in the throes of an orgasm and turned the exhaust on to pull in some of the steam. It was starting to clear as he moved back into his hiding spot. Soon, the only thing between him to muddle her form was the frosted glass of the shower. He didn’t have the guts to open it, so he waited for her to finally come out.

He made a sound and had to cover his mouth so she couldn’t hear him. She was the closest to perfection that he had ever seen. His body was immediately ready to take her on. His mind raced with how he would be able to get her. Lars had never really had to try too hard and in some ways, he was at a loss.

Drew dried off her body, unbeknownst that he was watching her and taping it all. The next thing she did really surprised him. Instead of leaving as he had thought she would, Drew instead sat up on the sink and pulled out a joint from what he thought was her shower bag. It was strange to see her like that. He wouldn’t have guessed it and he watched her through the lens of the camera. Her full body was on display and the part that was not facing him, was shown through the mirror as well. Lars was in heaven and he wanted more. It was not enough for him to see her, he wanted to touch her and taste her, feel his hardness suffocated by her tight folds.

It felt like hours he was in there. She finished her vice, and made sure to blow all of the smoke up towards the exhaust fan that he had turned on. Drew didn’t seem to realize that she was on display or they the exhaust had not been turned on by someone else.

***

“I was at the party last night and before I left, I got to see an eyeful of a very naughty girl. You will meet me in two days at The Monte Carlo Hotel at room 382. I want you there early in the morning, so I will have all day with you. Do this, or I will release this to multiple porn sites and everyone will get to see first-hand what a dirty girl you are. You don’t want that do you Drew? What would your parents think?”

It was signed anonymous and she knew that the email address was a one-time use. She searched it anyways and like she had thought, it came up with nothing. Her hands shook on the mouse as she clicked on the attachment. She was expecting pictures or something, maybe one of her exes was mad at her. She did not expect it to be from the night before. Even though it made mention of the party, it didn’t occur to her that it would be a video of her in the shower the night before.  She watched it all the way through and when the person left the shower, she only saw the shadow.

Then the steam cleared in the shower and she was more in view. It was clear what she was doing, but Drew held out hope that it was as much as they got. When she got out and sat in front of the mirror smoking the joint, then she needed to worry. It couldn’t get out that she did drugs, even minor ones that were legal in many states. It wasn’t in hers and she couldn’t imagine what her uptight mother would think about it. She would be crushed and Drew had a real fear that they would want to stop paying her tuition.

She went from leery to actual fear and she wasn’t sure quite what she was going to do. She watched it again and then stopped it with the figure moving to turn the exhaust fan on. She wished that she could see him, as well as he had seen her, but it appeared that it was not going to happen. She paused the feed again, noticing that there was a very expensive watch in the shot. Drew had seen it before and she started to think she realized who it was. She could be wrong though.

“Drew. We have to go dear. The chopper is taking us out there in about ten minutes. We can finish the rest of it when we get there.”

Drew looked up at her mom and closed her laptop. She tucked it under her arm and told her she would be down in a few minutes. Her mother looked anxious, so much so that she didn’t realize how stressed out her daughter was. Drew was glad for that, so then she didn’t have to worry about all of the questions that she didn’t have answers to.

“Okay ma. Smile, this is a happy day.”

Christine nodded but she was no prepared for it. There were the normal nerves and the wedding on the water. It was the start of their adventure and her new life. She knew it was going to turn out well, but there were still the last minute jitters to worry about.

Drew grabbed her phone and the dress that she was supposed to wear to the service. It was set for that night and she knew it was going to be beautiful. She was just as nervous as Christine by the time they got to the helipad that was on the roof. She never would have known it was there if she hadn’t been up there to get on the helicopter. It would be her first time riding one and she was a bit more nervous than she had anticipated. Lars was nowhere to be seen and it was for the best. She didn’t think she could deal with him and the stress of the small aircraft at the same time.

“Don’t be nervous mom. You guys are perfect together and he will be your turtle.” There was a story they watched years before about two turtles that had been together eighty years. It was right after the divorce and Christine had started crying over it. She wanted her own turtle and at the time, she never thought she would find it. A divorce makes a woman think that there will never be another. But she had found her other and Drew couldn’t be happier. The only thing that could make it even better was if there was no stepbrother to tangle with. Lars was exhausting.