Wrecked: A Dark Billionaire Romance: Chapter 15
Wrecked: A Dark Billionaire Romance (The Billionaires Secret Club Book 1)
After eating way too much at the best breakfast of my life, I finished my freshly squeezed orange juice with relish.
Usually when I was drinking orange juice, I was waiting tables. It was too expensive for me to buy for myself. When it was on sale, I gave it Bella for the vitamin C, but the only time I had it was at the Sweet Lime Café.
Now I was sitting on a glorious patio overlooking the Santa Monica beach with a sinfully hot man, listening to the waves roll in. In a nearby tree, birds chirped. In the distance, children too young for school raced on the beach, shouting with glee.
And last night, Iâd lost my virginity to that handsome man sitting beside me. I couldnât have asked for a better experience.
Iâd expected it would be an event to be endured. But it had been so much more than Iâd expected. Iâd been overwhelmed, but Iâd also felt cherished, and cared for. His delight in my body, and my submission was addictive.
Although there was a tiny bit of soreness today, it was manageable and didnât affect my movement.
Iâd had no idea I would enjoy sex that much. Iâd also had no idea Iâd enjoy the submission. Just thinking about it made my cheeks heat up and my stomach flutter pleasantly.
I relaxed into my chair, feeling happily full. I wasnât used to have enough food. In fact, I wasnât sure Iâd ever gotten that full. I could have taken a nap and enjoyed the sensation of not being hungry, but I could tell Richard had plans.
âDid you get enough?â he asked.
I laughed. âCouldnât you tell? I think thatâs the most Iâve ever eaten at once.â
Richardâs mouth turned down. âWere you without food often?â
âAs a kid, yes. If my mom sold drugs, or stole money, sometimes we might have food at home, but I mostly had to rely on school lunches and the school food pantry.â
âYour mother didnât use food stamps?â
âNot a chance.â I looked away, embarrassed to explain this to Richard As I talked, I watched a dog chase a sea gull along the coast. What would it have been like to grow up here, where people actually thrived instead of survived? âYou actually have to go to some effort to apply for food stamps. Sheâd never go to that kind of trouble. She was usually high and didnât notice if sheâd eaten anyway.â
Richard fidgeted with his napkin. Iâm sure this was an uncomfortable topic for him. Heâd wanted a fun companion, not a downer that injected childhood horror stories into every conversation. âThat must have been difficult. What about now? Have you been hungry lately?â
Difficult was an understatement, but I didnât want to sully our lovely breakfast with talk about my home life. âIâve been okay.â He didnât need to hear about my dinners of olives and crackers, or of half a baloney sandwich. Or of my bosses letting my scavenge the leftovers after closing. Desperate to change the mood, I turned to him and beamed. âThis is really the best orange juice Iâve ever had.â
He smiled back. âIâll make sure we have it every day. Iâll make sure we import the best oranges.â
âYou donât have to do that.â
âI want to.â
Once again, I found myself in the odd position of having someone want to please me. âThank you.â
Richard dropped his napkin onto his plate. âBefore we move on to the fun plans for today, I wanted to ask how youâre feeling about last night.â
âAbout us sleeping together?â
âYes. It was a big step for you.â
It had been a big step. I had been a virgin until age twenty, and then Iâd slept with a man I barely knew. Iâd assumed part of it would be traumatic, or even difficult, but it had been an amazing experience.
âI liked it,â I whispered. I didnât need to whisper. Between the gulls and the waves, no one would overhear us, even if they walked up to the patio.
Richard sat up straighter in his seat. âWhat did you like about it?â
âI liked you looking at me.â I could not believe Iâd said that out loud. But it was true. When I thought about Richardâs eyes on me, admiring my body, a warmth spread through my body. I now recognized that as arousal.
Richard ran his hand through his dark hair, ruffling it out of its usual ordered style. âDo you have any idea why you were uncomfortable the first night we were together?â
I had wondered that myself. I had been uneasy, but not enough to lessen my attraction to Richard. Meeting him had changed my perception of myself. In my mind, I didnât date. I didnât like men beyond friendship. That was a belief Iâd held onto for most of my life. Then suddenly I found myself naked with a man, and Iâd liked his hands on me.
But Iâd struggled with that, because the relationship wasnât a natural one. It was a contractual agreement.
Iâd come to terms with that now. But it had been jarring at first.
âI think it was because I didnât know if this would last. I didnât think Iâd be able to obey you, but I liked what we were doing. I had a hard time admitting that. It was my first time doing anything sexually, and I didnât want it to end.â
This was why heâd been fidgety. Heâd been working up to discussing our sex life. I put my hand on his arm. âIâve like what weâve done. If I hadnât enjoyed it, I wouldnât be saying anything right now. I donât know that Iâm truly submissive in bed, but I like your eyes on me. I like your hands on me. I like you taking control of what I do.â
Richard exhaled. âIf we donât stop talking about this, Iâm going to take you back inside and take your clothes off.â
âYou can.â
âNo. I appreciate you being honest with me. Iâm sure it wasnât easy. But I have plans for today. Weâll have some time together tonight for me to explore your body.â
I shivered. I fanned myself with my hand. âWhew. Okay. Plans! Letâs do them.â
He chuckled. âI have some ideas for today. First, sailing, then lunch on Catalina Island, then a walk on the beach.â He studied the waves for a moment. âHave you ever been sailing?â
âNever.â I had never been on a boat of any kind, other than a kayak, and that had only been during a high school field trip. Iâd also never been to Catalina. I couldnât wait.
âCan you swim?â
âYes. I took lessons though the Boys and Girls Club when I was about seven.â
âGreat. Maybe weâll tackle surfing next time.â He patted my shoulder. âGet ready and meet me in the foyer in twenty minutes. Youâll need a lunch outfit and a boat outfit.â
In my room, I picked a peach bikini with a white coverup and bamboo sunglasses and packed them into a bag. I twisted my hair into a bun. I pulled my teal sundress over it all and grabbed my hat.
Although I wanted to go out with Richard, a part of me wished heâd marched me back in the house and pushed me down to my knees.
Who knew I could have thoughts like that?
âIâm not going to teach you the mechanics just yet,â Richard said as we pulled away from the marina. âI want you to get used to the feel of the boat. Some people get sea sick the first time.â
Iâd been too distracted to think about it earlier in the morning, first by all the breakfast food, then by the talk of our intimate time together the night before, but now I got to admire Richardâs clothes. This was the first time Iâd seen him in casual clothes. He wore navy shorts and a white polo shirt with canvas shoes.
Watching him move from place to place on the boat, calling out the name of each one to me, was extremely sexy. Each time he lifted his arms in that fitted white polo, I got distracted. I would have to read about sailing, because none of this was sticking with me.
I did catch the part about the name of the boat â it was named Sweet Home, after Richardâs grandmother. Sheâd been from Alabama, and sheâd made them all visit the south with her once a year. âWhen did you learn to sail?â
âBefore I can remember. Itâs something I did with my father.â
âTell me more about him?â I could tell that he loved his father. He rarely mentioned his mother, but when he spoke of his father, his eyes softened. Heâd seemed to really open up more last night when heâd shown me the pictures of their adventures.
âHe worked all the time. He was devoted to this company. But every now and then, heâd take off work. And when he was off, he was really off. Heâd let me skip school, and weâd go deep sea fishing. Then weâd sail. Then weâd surf. One summer we sailed from Martinique to St. Lucia. Itâs not a long trip, but itâs on the open water.â
âHe must have loved the ocean.â
A larger boat passed us, and the wake rocked our smaller sailboat. I gripped the handrail. The motion was unexpected.
Richard was next to me immediately. âAre you seasick?â
âIâm not sure.â
âBend your knees a little, donât fight the rocking motion. Take deep breaths. Look out at the horizon. And if that doesnât work, I have some tablets.â
I did as he instructed, and felt better. âI think Iâm fine.â I sat down on the edge and let my hand skim the surface of the water.
Richard went back to whatever he was doing with the lines. âYes. We traveled all over the world. We stayed in Italy for a month once, and in Australia for another month. He had contacts in Brazil, Japan, and Great Britain. But he always wanted to come back home to southern California.â
âIâve never left this area. Except for a class trip when I was sixteen. We went to the San Bernardino National Forest.â
He took a break from tinkering with the sails and crouched next to me. His legs were just as muscular as his arms, and his skin was tan all over. Which meant he must spend a significant amount of time out of those tailored suits he favored. âYou havenât been to Mexico?â
âI donât have a passport.â
âWeâll have to fix that.â
I was afraid to even let myself consider that Iâd get to leave the country. It was one of my biggest dreams.
âWhere do you want to go first? Paris? London? Rome?â
âAny of the above.â We were now farther out into open water, the marina and shoreline becoming more distant. Iâd never seen the beach from this side. âI will be happy to go to Oregon. Really. Iâve never seen snow, Iâve never skied, Iâve never flown in an airplane. I havenât seen the Eiffel Tower or the Colosseum or the Leaning Tower. I havenât seen the Statue of Liberty or the Grand Canyon. You could seriously take me to a sand dune in Nevada, and Iâd be over the moon.â
âIn that case, Iâm looking forward to showing you the world.â
Once Richard had the sails situated, he sat at the wheel and I sat on the edge, letting my feet trail in the cool water.
I couldnât imagine a better way to spend the morning.
When we returned the sailboat to the marina, I was windswept, sunburned and felt as if Iâd been on vacation for a year.
On impulse, I hugged Richard. âThat was amazing.â
He appeared startled, but hugged me back. âIâm glad you liked it. Are you hungry?â
âOh yes,â I said. Richard seemed to delight in feeding me. I assumed it was because he knew Iâd gone without food quite a bit in my life. I wasnât going to fight it; having access to so much food was something I wasnât willing to deny myself.
He ushered me to his BMW. Heâd said he wanted to drive today, instead of having a staff member drive us. âLetâs go to Catalina Island for lunch.â
Iâd always been curious about Catalina. Iâd wanted to take Bella after hearing a few customers talk about it, but when Iâd looked at the ferry prices, Iâd had to give up the idea. A childâs ticket had been over fifty dollars, and Bella couldnât go alone. It had become an exotic location, as unreachable as the moon.
âAre we taking the ferry?â If we were, it would be a while before we ate. Iâd heard it was a huge pain to get on and off.
âNope.â Richard pulled his BMW into a parking lot. He pointed to the left. âWeâre taking my helicopter.â
I felt my jaw drop. Iâm sure my eyebrows shot up too. âYou have a helicopter?â
âYes. I canât keep it at the Santa Monica estate, so I store it here in a special facility for helicopters. They donât always do well in regular airplane hangars.â
As if I had any idea about how or where airplanes would be stored.
âYouâve never flown before, right?â
âNever.â
âWant to do it now?â
I assumed Iâd fly one day in the future, once I was practicing law, but that was ten years away. I had not expected it would happen today. âAbsolutely.â
âAre you nervous?â
âNo. I donât know enough about it to be nervous. I mean, I still feel like maybe humans were meant to stay on the ground, but if we did that, then weâd miss out on a whole lot.â
Richard squeezed my hand. âI think youâll enjoy it. The sight of Catalina Island from the air is pretty special.â
âLetâs go.â
As Richard helped me into the co-pilotâs seat, I looked around. âWhereâs the pilot?â
âIâm the pilot.â He cocked his head to the side and looked at me as he handed me headphones with a speaker. âDoes my being the pilot make you more nervous or less?â
I laughed. I was a little of both. I had no doubt that Richard was smart enough. Heâd gone to Harvard for both of his degrees. And I realized rich kids sometimes got help getting into college that the rest of us didnât, but Richard was intelligent, and he was careful, and he was precise. I didnât believe heâd fly a helicopter if he didnât feel confident in his ability. âNeither. Iâm impressed. Yet another thing you can do.â
âYou can learn too, anytime youâre ready.â
That seemed a stretch too far. I wasnât ready to envision piloting before Iâd even been in the air for the first time. âI think Iâll stick to criminal justice, but thank you.â
âWell, if you change your mind.â
As we ascended into the air, my mind was blown.
This was something Richard could do any day. He owned this helicopter, and he could fly it. And he could have a woman with him that owned a helicopter too. But heâd chosen me. Right or wrong.
Iâm sure plenty of people would have some choice words about the way weâd met, and the arrangement we had. But the honest truth was that I was starting to fall for Richard. I needed to earn money for Bella, but outside of that, Iâd happily date him without any arrangement at all.
I wasnât sure I could submit in everyday life without our deal, but in the bedroom, I would happily give my submission to him freely.
I couldnât believe how fast things were moving emotionally. When the Wish Maker had first explained her proposition to me, I hadnât expected to ever have any feelings for him. I expected spending time to be a chore.
The opposite was true.
Richard was right. Catalina Island from the air was breathtaking. The water was a bright turquoise that changed shades the closer it got to the sand, and the white sand sparkled.
White sailboats dotted the sea surrounding the island, nestled snugly into the U-shape of the island.
Richard landed the helicopter with ease in a special area just for helicopters. The sign read âPebbly Beach Heliport.â
Amazing. Before today I hadnât known helicopters had their own airstrip.
He helped me to climb down out of the passenger seat. âWell?â
âEven better than I expected.â
He gave me one of his rare smiles. âGood. I have reservations for the Bluewater Bistro.â
âAm I dressed okay for that?â
He put his hand on my lower back and peered at me over his sunglasses. âYou look perfect. A sundress is always right on the island.â He pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. âNext time weâll sail here.â
âHow long does that take?â
âItâs a full day trip.â
âI look forward to it.â I had enjoyed being on the open water. If Richard was still willing, I would take him up on his offer to teach me to sail.
âI keep a car on the island,â he said, âbut I think weâll use a ride share this time so we donât have to worry about parking.â
It hit me just how wealthy Richard was. I knew objectively that he was a billionaire. But to casually mention that you keep a car on an island for convenience ⦠it was not a concept I could easily grasp. As someone whoâd never owned even one car, having multiple was incomprehensible.
We got a ride into town and the seafood restaurant was on the wharf. We were seated on a wooden balcony overlooking the water.
âDo you mind if I order for you?â
Why was he asking? He had every right to choose my food while we were out together; itâs what we agreed to.
Was he being polite? Did he think I hated it when he chose for me? If a typical boyfriend ordered lunch for me without asking, Iâd have a real problem. I would absolutely object to that kind of control.
But Richard and I had entered into this willingly, with our eyes open to the possible pitfalls.
âThank you for asking. Thatâs nice of you. And no, I donât mind if you order for me. So far Iâve loved everything Iâve eaten at your house.â
âI do have a great chef.â Richard flipped the menu open. âI donât know why Iâm looking at this. I know what weâre having.â
He ordered several entrees for us to share, which included lobster, crab cakes, cast iron garlic shrimp, and pan-fried calamari.
I tried all of it. âThe crab cakes are my favorite, hands down.â
We took our time with lunch, sampling each dish. At one point, Richard lifted his napkin to my mouth and wiped my face.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
âIt was just a tiny bit of cocktail sauce,â he said. Then he rubbed his thumb over my cheek in the same spot.
I exhaled. Like everyone else in the world, I was familiar with the phrase, get a room. But never had I thought it would apply to me.
Warmth flood my belly. I turned my cheek until his thumb was against my lips. I parted my lips slightly.
Richard leaned in to speak directly into my ear. âTonight, Iâm going to bend you over my sofa. Iâm going to tie your hands behind your back. Iâm going to pull your dress up over your beautiful bottom and then Iâm going to push inside your tight little body.â
I closed my eyes. I ached with arousal. âI want you to.â
Richard pulled away. He coughed while I took several gulps of water to cool off. âI look forward to it,â I said. And that was the truth.
Having seen most of LA from the inside of a bus, I wasnât accustomed to riding in a car. I usually studied on the bus, if I wasnât asleep. And if Bella was with me, I paid attention to her. Now I had time to gaze out the window.
After weâd returned from Catalina, Richard had put me back into his car and started driving. Now we were headed east, but I couldnât tell where we were going. I knew Richard wanted to surprise me, so I didnât ask.
Within minutes, I recognized the outside of Childrenâs Hospital Los Angeles.
âAre we here to see Bella?â
He pulled the car right up to the drop off area at the front doors. âYes.â
As much as I treasured our date, I wanted to see Bella every day while she was in the hospital. I threw my arms around him. âThank you.â
He patted my back. âYouâre welcome.â
âAre you coming in with me?â
âNo. As much as I want to spend time with you, I donât want to take time away from your sister. I know you want to be with her.â
I was disappointed. I wasnât ready for our time together to end. Our day had been magical, thanks to Richard. And I knew Bella would enjoy meeting someone new. But it was just as well that he didnât come in yet. Bella formed attachments to people quickly, and I wanted to be sure things with Richard would work out before I introduced her.
âI had an after snack catered. It will be delivered to Bellaâs room at noon. Spend the afternoon with her, and my driver will be back to get you at 5:00 pm. Someone will help you get ready, because Iâm hosting a large party at my house tonight. It will be another test for you, to see if we both want to continue with the trial. Iâll need you to handle yourself among wealthy and well-connected people. Iâll need to see how your present yourself to people who will assume youâre my significant other.â
Hearing the words âtest and trialâ come out of Richardâs mouth was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. I had temporarily forgotten that the connection between us wasnât guaranteed. He could decide I wasnât what he wanted at any time, and end it.
I shouldnât let myself forget that again.
A test, to see how well I interacted with wealthy people?
Well, that sounds fun. I canât imagine anything could go wrong. Just me, a student living in poverty, and a bunch of business magnates.
I would need to be prepared. âHow should I say we met?â
Richard tapped a finger against the steering wheel. âYou know, I hadnât thought of that. The truth is obviously out of the question.â
âWhen I was waiting tables, my customers love college stories. What if we say we met at Cal State? Do you ever visit that campus?â
âThat is an excellent idea.â Richard pulled out his phone and hit the calendar app. âIn fact, I was there recently to participate in a scholarship program for business majors.â
âReally? You were on campus?â If Richard had passed me on the sidewalk would I have noticed him? I might have noticed that an unusually hot man was strolling around Cal State, but I wouldnât have given it a second thought after that.
It was Richardâs personality, and his generosity that was making me fall for him.
âYes. I was there twice last month.â
âGood. Weâll say I applied for one of your scholarships. If we said you met at the restaurant where I work, everyone would think Iâm trash and out to get your money.â
âChrissy. You are not trash.â
âI donât think I am. But people you know would. If they thought you met me while I waited on you at a diner, they would think I seduced you or tricked you, and that Iâm out to raid your bank account.â
Richard was silent for a long time. He rubbed his hands over his face before sighing.âI hate that youâre right about that. But you probably are.â He turned back toward me and put a hand on my knee. âI want you to be cordial to everyone at my party. But if someone treats you badly, please let me know.â
âI can handle it. Iâve been judged a lot in my life. It will be just fine.â
âI have no doubt.â He squeezed my knee gently. âBut Iâd like to know.â He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. âEnjoy your visit.â I let him kiss me, then I turned to kiss him goodbye on the mouth. âThank you again,â I said.
Inside Bellaâs room, I spotted the array of stuffed animals and balloons Iâd caught a glimpse of on the phone. I hurried to her bedside to hug her. She grabbed me, but she was more interested in talking than embracing.
âLook at these toys!â She pointed at the pile of at least thirty brand-new stuffed animals. âI heard the nurse say that whoever paid for this room sent all these toys too. She said it was a denefactor.â
âA benefactor.â
âWhatâs that?â
âItâs someone who gives money.â
âYour rich restaurant boss? Right?â
âRight.â I didnât like misleading her. When I found out who had donated this, whether it was Richard or the Wish Maker, Iâd find a way to explain it to her without giving away details she was too young to hear.
I crawled onto the bed with my sister. We hadnât ever spent a night apart until she got sick.
âWanna see my doll that turns into a dog?â She shoved the dog into my face.
âSure.â I drifted while Bella presented each new toy and described its function, from slime, to magnetized beads, to sequined pillows and packages of mystery dolls.
As she talked, my heart swelled. I loved her so much.
And Richard had done everything he could to help her.
I loved him too.
It was probably too soon. And it probably wasnât smart, but what I felt for him moved beyond affection. It moved beyond fondness or respect.
I was in love with him.