The Setup (The Dark Billionaire, #1) (5 page)

When the limousine arrived at the airport, Jennifer was sleeping. She didn't realize she’d fallen asleep and was surprised to see Bruce's private jet by the window. Jack opened the door for her, and helped her to get out of the car.

So that's what a Gulfstream looks like. It's really impressive.

She knew Bruce was travelling in a Gulfstream private jet for his business trips, but again, she’d never seen one for real. For all these years, she never showed any particular interest in all his luxurious and expensive toys, as she knew she could never afford them anyway.

But now that she was on the other side, living the same kind of life as Bruce, she understood how powerful he felt. She understood why he had such a confident attitude, and magnetic charisma.

As she climbed up the stairs to get inside the jet, she noticed that Jack was following her, carrying her bags. She saw another man get in the limousine, and drive it away from the private jet. The chauffeur saw her expression of surprise.

“They will park the limousine. Mr. Wilson asked me to go with you, since I will have to drive you to his beach home.” Jack said to Jennifer.

“Oh, you mean Bruce doesn't have his own landing runway in his backyard? I'm disappointed,” Jennifer said, giving Jack a wink.

“It's actually under renovation, Ms. Andrei,” Jack said with a polite smile.

Jennifer raised her eyebrows, and her jaw slightly dropped.

***

W
hen Jennifer arrived at the beach home, she was greeted by Maria, a Hispanic woman in her mid-fifties with a warm smile.

“Welcome, Ms. Andrei. I'm Maria. Would you like something to drink? ”

“Hello Maria, nice to meet you. Do you have... let me see, cocktails?”

“Anything you want, Ms. Andrei.”

“Great! Can I have a Mojito please?”

“Of course, Ms. Andrei. Where would you like to enjoy your Mojito? By the swimming pool? In the living room? On the beach? ”

“The beach sounds great.”

Maria nodded. “Please follow me.”

Maria led Jennifer to the back of the house, where the view was breathtaking. 

“Your cocktail will be here in a minute.”

Jennifer sat in a wooden deckchair, with comfortable white cushions. She took a moment to enjoy the sound of the seagulls, the iodized air from the ocean, and the beautiful view she had in front of her eyes.

It wasn't like the beach she was supposed to enjoy in Thailand, but it was still very nice and relaxing. Most of all, she was treated like a princess, and she absolutely loved it. Indeed, it felt really good to be taken care of, when for the past five years, her job had been to take care of someone else's life.

She smiled thinking that after all, it was her turn to let Bruce organize things for her. Her Mojito arrived, interrupting her thoughts. 

“When you are ready, please let me know and I will bring you to the massage room. Mr. Wilson insists that you relax as much as possible, and his personal masseuse is here.” Maria said, with a smile.

What? Oh my God, Bruce, you're amazing!

Jennifer was speechless. Bruce was such a thoughtful man. She couldn't wait to see him again.

Twenty minutes later, she called Maria to let her know she was ready. She followed the lady to a room with black marble on the floor and the walls. Candles were in different places of the room. In the middle, there was a white massage table, scattered with rose’ petals.

Jennifer raised her hands to her chest and thought out loud.
It's beautiful!

She couldn't believe it. She bit her lips and sighed, thinking that she didn't deserve all this.

Before she could say anything, Maria invited her to get undressed in the changing room.

“The masseuse will be here in a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Five minutes later, Jennifer was lying down on her stomach, smelling the lemongrass from the aromatic massage oil, and enjoying the firm pressure against every muscle of her body.

Jennifer felt completely relaxed. Finally, she was really enjoying her vacation. But what a vacation! It was nothing like she expected, and her world was completely upside down. Trying to be someone else, and forcing herself to speak with a heavy accent was fun for a while, but she started to feel tired of it and this nice massage was more than welcome.

After ninety minutes of pure bliss, Jennifer took a shower to eliminate the excess massage oil. She decided to change her clothes since she was at the beach, and went for the new two piece bikini she had bought for Thailand.

She wondered if it was a bit too sexy, but decided it was fine for now.
When Bruce is here, I will just put something else.

She returned to her deckchair on the beach, to sunbathe, even though it was already late afternoon. She ordered another Mojito, and started to feel a little dizzy. She decided to take a nap.

As the sun was setting, she woke up, wondering how long she'd been sleeping. Standing over her, was a tall man, wearing swim shorts, which showed off two perfectly sculpted legs. The man was bare-chested, with an impressive six pack and broad, round shoulders.

It was Bruce. In his hands, was a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.

Oh my God, THAT is a hot body! Okay, Jennifer, breathe!

“Bruce,” Jennifer said, trying to sound unaffected by his presence. “How long have you been here?”

“I just arrived. Seems like it was the perfect timing. How was your day? Everything was okay?”

“Everything was great! Thank you. How was work? Any progress with Mr. Sak... with your business?” Jennifer said.

Jennifer, remember, you're not supposed to know what he was doing! Maybe that second Mojito was not a good idea...

“It was a long day, but I'm finally done with all this. At least until next week, so I can spend more time with you. I'm really sorry I had to leave you alone today without notice. My lawyer called me late last night, and I really had to take care of it.”

“It’s okay, I understand. I see that you brought champagne. Are we celebrating something?”

“I just wanted to apologize for today. My schedule is usually very busy, but I made sure nothing will disturb us for a few days,” Bruce said, giving Jennifer a flute of champagne. “Cheers! Oh, and welcome to my beach home by the way. I like to come here by myself when I need a break from the city. I never brought anyone here you know? You're the first one.”

“Really?” Jennifer said, genuinely surprised. “I can't believe someone like you never came here with a special woman...”

Bruce smiled. “Someone like me?”

“Yes. Handsome, gentle, thoughtful...”

“Rich?” he said, anticipating the end of the list.

“You know what I mean...”

“Ha-ha, yes I know what you mean,” Bruce said chuckling. Then he kept silent and Jennifer waited for him to tell her more.

“Am I really the first one?” she said, anxious.

Bruce paused for a moment and finally said, “The truth is, I see this place as a haven of peace. When I'm here, I don't feel like I have to wear a mask. Here, I don't have to be
Bruce Wilson, CEO
. I don't need to impress anyone. I can just be me. I don't know if that makes sense to you...”

“I can just be me?” Yes, Bruce, I know exactly what you mean.

“I do understand, actually. For some reason, this place makes me feel the same. I feel that I want to be myself too.”

Bruce looked surprised. “What do you mean? Do you usually have to be someone else?”

Damn, Jennifer! Stop drinking that champagne, you're in trouble!

“Don’t we all wear a mask?” she said, squinting at him mysteriously.

Bruce smiled. “You’re right, I like that; very smart.”

Phew...

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “Maybe we can finish our glass and go have dinner? It's getting dark now.”

“My stomach starts to scream, yes. Where will you take me?”

“Not very far. Actually, just over there.” Bruce pointed somewhere in the direction of the ocean. “Maria has prepared a picnic dinner for us.”

“Picnic?”

“Don’t underestimate her, though; she’s a pro.”

“I’m just surprised. I can’t wait to try, actually.”

“We will eat on the beach, near the ocean. What do you think?”

“That's very romantic. I like it,” she said, feeling butterflies in her belly.

“Let's go then.”

Bruce and Jennifer took their glasses and the bottle of champagne with them, and walked bare foot in the sand, hand in hand, towards the lit candles that Maria had set for them.

T
he dinner was simple, yet very tasty. The atmosphere was warm, intimate and a certain sexual tension grew between Jennifer and Bruce. They were both very close; not only physically, but also emotionally.

The temperature had dropped significantly, but it was still warm enough for her to stay in bikini, and for him to stay bare-chested.

Jennifer felt she was sharing a very exclusive moment with Bruce, and wondered if he was feeling the same. After all, he was known to be a player, and who knew what he was able to invent to seduce his prey.

“Bruce... Tell me the truth.”

“Yeah?”

“You never brought anyone here before me?”

“Nobody. I've never done what we're doing right now before.”

“Why? Why me?”

Bruce took the bottle of wine, filled Jennifer's glass, and then took a sip himself.

“Are you jealous?”

Jennifer blushed. “Jealous? Come on, don't be ridiculous. Why should I be jealous?”

“Well, you asked me twice tonight. It seems important to you. It feels like... you don't trust me.”

Jennifer thought for a minute. Despite the strong feelings she felt for Bruce, she couldn't help thinking that she was supposed to be nothing more than a stranger from East Europe, arrived a couple of days ago, sent by a company to date him. In his eyes, maybe she was nothing more than a commodity, an exotic trophy, or another conquest among many, many others.

How was she supposed to trust him? After all, he’d paid for her services, and maybe she was just a fool to believe he felt anything special for her. Maybe, it was the way he always seduced all his previous girlfriends.

But wait a minute.

The first night, after dinner at his mansion, he told me that he was looking for someone serious. Someone with values and principles, were his exact words. He looked really sincere that night. The look on his face was so sad. I don't think he was lying... but who knows. Jesus, I should really stop all this tonight. Maybe it's time for me to talk to him about what's really going on between us... And maybe I should do as I initially planned, and teach him a lesson. 

“Bruce, you didn't answer my question. Why me? Why do something so special with me? We barely know each other. You don't really know who I am. What am I doing here, if it's really something you've never done?”

He looked at the ocean and his eyes narrowed. “In my business, I'm very good at reading people. People say I'm excellent. It's like a sixth sense, an instinct. Usually, I know what to expect from someone within the first few minutes, and I'm rarely wrong. When I'm with you, my intuition tells me to let go, and to be myself. I don't feel the need to impress you, and I don't feel that I'm being judged. When I'm with you, I feel... safe.”

Jennifer looked at him intensely, feeling her heart beat faster. “I hope you’re not lying to me.”

“I’m not. I brought you here tonight, because I know you're worth my trust. It might be a bit too early to say this but... I think I see myself with you, in the long run. Actually, I didn't know how to bring it into our conversation, but you made it easier for me in the end. So thank you.” Bruce said with a smile.

Jennifer was completely confused. “You're welcome...”

Bruce put his glass down on the sand, and got closer to Jennifer, sliding his arm around her waist from behind.

He kissed her ear, and whispered “I missed you today. I hate it when we are apart. I want you to stay with me.”

The sound of his deep voice in her ear, and his sweet words gave Jennifer goose bumps all over her body, and butterflies in her gut. “I missed you too.”

At that very moment, Jennifer knew: she was falling in love with Bruce.

He leaned closer to her, and gave her a tender kiss. Jennifer, who had planned to reveal her identity just a few minutes ago, was now in Bruce's strong arms, feeling her thong bikini getting soaked.

His kiss was more passionate than ever, and pretty soon, he was on top of her, pressing his hard cock against her wet crotch. The skin of his torso was incredibly soft, and Jennifer's hands were running all over his back, his arms, and his ass.

She slipped her hands inside his underwear and grabbed his round and firm buttocks. Bruce apparently appreciated her move, and softly bit her lips. The hard feeling of his teeth, mixed with the softness of his mouth made Jennifer moan.

Then, Bruce told her to turn around and to arch her back. Jennifer was now facing the towel on the sand, with her ass up in the air. Bruce smacked one of her cheeks playfully and pulled the string of her thong aside.

Jennifer couldn't see anything, which made her even hornier. Bruce used both of his hands to spread her bottom cheeks apart, revealing her dripping vagina and her tight anus. Jennifer squealed with delight when she felt Bruce's wet tongue licking her pussy, from her clit all the way up to her delicate back passage. 

Her exposed crotch was so wet that Bruce was sliding his tongue and his lips up and down, effortlessly. Jennifer was panting, and grinding her inner thighs against Bruce's face vigorously. While she was sucking her right index finger, her left hand reached her soaking clit, and rubbed it with passion.

When Bruce, still licking her, inserted his thick finger inside her empty channel, Jennifer exhaled heavily, telling him to continue. Bruce's finger was now coated with her thick white juice, and he changed the position of his hand to reach her G-spot.

Jennifer was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. While she was stimulating her clit, Bruce was busy playing with her G-spot, licking her lips and her tight little back door. Even though they were outside, Jennifer could smell the strong odor of her own excitement.