Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

The poolside

Julian is still thinking of last night.

I know from how he’s been acting.

It is in the subtle way he tried to touch me whenever he showed me something around the house. The way he held me a little longer whenever he helped me get down a staircase. The way he stood close to me while we were outdoors. The way he looked at me when we got to the poolside.

I was also thinking about last night as I fed my eyes with the beautiful view of his house.

The exterior had an attractive architectural design, a gorgeous exterior color combination of white and black, and good ornamentation, which I knew was well tended to. Yesterday, I noticed some movements around the house, but today, it was quiet, as though I was just left with Julian-just he and I. I wish Holland were here, too. At least then, I’ll know to stay away from Julian’s cock.

Fuck!

Control yourself, Samantha!

“I must confess, your home is lovely.” I complimented. We were now standing under a shade by his large swimming pool. The shade was a huge green umbrella with two deck chairs under it.

“Thank you.” He replied, smiling at me.

“Sit.”

He said it like an order.

I sat on the chair and laid backward, and he did, too. I started feeling hungry but didn’t want to tell him that yet. Rather, I wanted us to enjoy this time together-this beautiful cool autumn sun that blessed our Saturday.

“I love swimming.” He said with a cool countryside accent. “It was the only sport I participated in in high school and college.”

I chuckled and turned to him, “What accent is that?”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Texas. I was born there but grew up in New York, so I lost the accent. But sometimes it comes out.”

“I like it.” I giggled. “And I love swimming too.”

Is this a sign that we are soulmates?

Oh come on, don’t be silly, there are a lot of people that love swimming. Are you their soulmate, too? Be reasonable. It’s just sex, not a relationship.

“Come here,” Julian said, patting the space on his deck chair.

Fuck!

My heart started racing hard.

I stood up with shaky knees and obeyed.

When I sat on the chair, he pulled me closer, holding my waist possessively.

“Thank you.” He whispered in my ear.

I shivered. My breath hitched in my throat. I could smell his aftershave and Cologne. There was also the vague smell of sex in the air. We were both emitting it. I blushed when my mind traveled back to his office.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Staying the night and being a shoulder to rest on yesterday.”

Or a pussy to fuck.

“It’s no big deal.” I shrugged.

It’s a big deal. He liked it. He likes you.

His hands moved up and were now wrapped right under my breast. I know he could feel my heart beating hard.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, my voice coming out as a hushed whisper-almost a moan. Julian lifted me onto his legs.

“They are all on break today.” He turned me so my legs were on the floor, and he could see my side view.

I’ve always been insecure about that.

Play it cool, Samantha.

I winked, “On break, huh? Why?”

He chuckled, “Okay, you caught me there. I wanted us to have this time together.”

I looked away to hide my blush.

You can’t even manage to be cool for a minute.

“I can tell you are blushing.” He said, holding my hand, which only made my heart beat faster.

I turn to look at him, unable to hide my Blush, still

“You maintain a routine?” I asked, trying to sway the conversation to a nonsexual topic.

“I live a boring life.” He chuckled. “But you are spicing it up now. Thank you.”

I blushed. “Thank you for letting me into your life and Holland’s life. And stop telling me thank you.”

He laughed. “I’m just really so grateful.”

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and smiled. We both fell silent, enjoying the cool breeze outside. It was so peaceful. I flicked my wrist to check my watch and noticed it was almost 10:00 am. Which means I had been under the shade for an hour. No wonder I was so hungry.

“Holland ate breakfast before leaving for her grandmother’s house, right?” I asked, exhaling; I was so ready to eat now.

“Aaron feeds her every morning.” He smiled at me. “Why do you always have to worry? She’s fine.”

Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!

I suddenly felt anger surge through me. Aaron! Aaron! Aaron! Why ask me to be her nanny if Aaron already cared for her?

Not that I was jealous, but a sense of unease lingered. I don’t easily suspect people, but I’m not naive. Something felt off, and I needed to uncover what it was.

Or you are jealous and covering it up with paranoia. A voice said In my mind. I quickly shut it up. It was speaking nonsense.

“I see you are famished.”

I forced a smile. “Very.”

“I can hear your stomach rumbling.” He stood up, holding me. I stood, too.

“That’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing to be hungry.” He held my waist and pulled me close, staring into my eyes. My anger was starting to fade. “I’m hungry too, but not for the food on my dining right now, but for you.”