The Billionaire's Secret Part 1
Chapter 1
    I knew I had the most handsome man I ever met. I knew he had a body to die for, and I knew he had all the money I could ever want or need when I said, “Either he goes, or I go.” It was the day I showed up at his penthouse suite and walked in and found him in bed with Ryder. I had my own apartment, which he paid for across town. It was luxurious for me because I had spent my teenage years sleeping on the streets or wherever I could find a place to lay my tired head. I sat on the chair facing the bed I had spent many nights with him making love to me.
    It didn’t take long before he sensed a pair of eyes on him and sat up. “What the hell, Isabel. Why didn’t you call first?”
    “I didn’t think I should have to call. After all I am your fiancé,” I said to him. “Why is he so quiet?” I asked pointing at the handsome young man. “And what do you have to say for yourself?” I demanded from a man who was used to giving commands not taking them.
    He looked nervous but I think it was just to placate me and for him to at least act like he is afraid of losing me. “I think we should talk,” Nicholas said with furrowed brow. I sat waiting for the sleeping beauty to get up, but he didn’t even stir. My billionaire boyfriend, Nicholas, pushed the covers away and stood. He had the best body I had seen on male models and he wasn’t a model, but a man who had made his money in real-estate and he was thirty five to my twenty. There wasn’t a building in Manhattan that didn’t have his name on it somewhere.
    After he threw a robe on his gorgeous body he ambled into the living room taking time to take my hand and bring me in with him. “Do you want some breakfast?” He said looking at me with those brown eyes hiding under rows of thick eyelashes. Hair so curly and dark I could get an orgasm just looking at him. And when he touched me, heat surged to my clit.
    “I didn’t come here to eat.”
    “Well, did you come for me to eat you?” he slanted his head smiling. “I have time before I get to the office,” he said never smiling.
    “You just take things so casual. Like having a young man in your bed sleeping in your arms, dead to the world. Did you fuck him to death?”
    “Now who’s making light of everything?” He said sitting close to me still holding my hand making me forget that there is a man my age in his bed.
    “Let me make you happy this morning. I don’t want you to go away angry with me,” he said pulling at my blouse, knowing I don’t wear bras, his fingers squeezing my pointed nipples. Then opening my blouse one button at a time taking time to look in my face. My body straining for control.
    “I thought that when I met you, you said that you wanted to settle down and get married. After all you are thirty-five.”
    “And you are twenty. Not yet out of college. I remember when I first laid eyes on you coming into my office for a summer job, breasts so perky and your butt firm and round.” He put his head to my chest and pulled out my breast and his warm mouth surrounding it. He sucked my nipple as I protested. Finally I gave in and let him have his way. I raked my hand through his unruly just fucked hair.
    “You know I can’t resist you when you do that to me,” I said. “You have stopped me too many times with your lovemaking because you know how weak I am for you, Nicholas.” When I reminded him of my partiality to him and all his erotic stimulation he continued. I just laid my head back and let him have whatever he wanted from me at that moment.
    He pulled my skirt up and my stockings down past my ankles. “You don’t have on a thong today. And he licked his lips. His tongue passed another round over his lips. He took his large hands and opened my legs, then pulled me into his face. I was almost coming. He sat on the floor and as I raked my hand through his hair and then I caressed his facial hairs as he massaged my mound making me hot and wet.
    His whole face press up

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