Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One

Jackson

The warm bubbly water was invigorating. I didn’t do this. I didn’t take baths in general. Especially not bubble baths with a woman. This was my first time, and I could say that I thoroughly enjoyed the soothing water with Emily pressed against me and my arms wrapped securely around her. Her head rested on my chest as her back pressed against me. Our wet skin meshed together while my fingers lightly ran up and down her arm. Her story about Gregory surprised me a bit but gave insight into her mother's behavior all those years.

“How are you feeling about all this?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. I’m sad for Gregory, and I’m sad for me because my mom didn’t trust me enough to tell me about him. All those years of keeping him a secret when I asked over and over again about my father and the lies she told.”

“She had her reasons, Emily, and once you talk to Crystal, you’ll have a better understanding of what your mother was thinking.”

“True. Now, tell me about Chicago and your dad.”

I let out a long sigh. “He’s divorcing his fifth wife.”

“What?” She lifted her head and looked at me. “Why?”

“He said he didn’t love her anymore, and that’s all he would tell me. He’s moving back to New York.”

“How does your mom feel about that?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. Like I told Jules, I’m staying out of it. They can do whatever they want, but I’m not letting it affect me. I’m washing my hands of their marital drama.”

“Don’t you think it’s odd that they’re both getting divorced at the same time?” she asked as she reached over and grabbed a piece of chocolate.

“Kind of. But everything about them is odd.”

She let out a light laugh.

“Now, let’s not talk about them anymore. As much as I’m enjoying this bath, it’s time to get out and fuck you. I’ve been sexually starved for three days.”

She sat up and turned around to straddle me while her lips pressed against mine.

“Who says we need to get out?” She smiled.

A growl erupted in my chest as I stared into her eyes and then down at her luscious wet tits, which made my cock stand at full attention. My hands grasped both of them, kneading softly and taking her hardened peaks between my fingers. Our lips met and twisted while our tongues tangled together. As I placed my hands firmly on her hips, she lifted herself up and slowly took me inside. Gasps of excitement filled the air surrounding us. Her hands weaved through my hair as she moved up and down. The feeling of being inside her was euphoric. I could sit in this tub and let her fuck me all night. My fingers moved from her hips and down to her clit, softly caressing it as her intense moans grew. Her wet pussy tightened around my cock, making the feeling of an orgasm come to the surface. She swelled beneath my fingers and moaned as she came. Pushing down on her hips, I thrust up, in and out of her as she straddled me, her tits bouncing in my face, making the sight before me utterly intoxicating. One more thrust, and it was there, the explosion inside her. I threw my head back and moaned as the rush of warmth resided inside.

“Fuck, Emily. Just fuck.” I smiled as I tried to calm my racing heart.

“I told you we didn’t have to get out.” A grin crossed her beautiful lips.

While I was sitting at my desk, my phone rang, and it was my father.

“Hello.”

“Son, what the hell were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about, Dad?”

“I spoke with Leon, and he told me he sold you two buildings over on East 9th. He said you bought them for some girl and paid two million dollars for them.”

“Yes. I did. But I didn’t buy them for Emily. I bought them for an investment.”

“What investment would that be, son? Two million for those buildings is outrageous.”

“No, Dad. What’s outrageous is you getting divorced for the fifth time. This is my company now, and I’ll run it how I see fit.”

“Watch your mouth, boy.”

“Are we finished here? I have a business to get back to.”

“We’ll discuss this further when I come back.”

Rolling my eyes, I ended the call and threw my phone across my desk. I leaned back in my chair and brought my hands up to my chin.

“You look deep in thought,” Samuel spoke as he strolled in.

“Just got off the phone with my father. He ripped me a new one for buying the buildings on East 9th.”

“If you want my honest opinion, it was a stupid deal on your part. But I understand why you did it. You can keep calling it an investment, but I know you did it for Emily. And you know why you did it for her? Because you love her.”

“Shut the fuck up. I do not. She’s a friend who wanted to expand, and I could make that happen. If it were you, I would have done the same thing, and you fucking know it.” I pointed my finger at him.

“Whatever, bro. Keep denying it. I’ve been in love a couple of times, and I know the signs. Anyway, I’m heading over to the Preston property. Are you coming?”

“No. Take Elie with you, get the numbers, and report back.”

“Okay.” He walked out of my office.

I was feeling stressed, so I grabbed a cab and headed over to Emily’s shop to see the new espresso bar that was finally finished. When I walked through the door, I saw her standing by the back room in an embrace with another man—a younger man. I swallowed hard as I watched the smile on her face grow when he kissed her cheek. Anger ripped through me, and it took everything I had not to go and rip his face off. His hand rubbed her arm, and her body language told me that she enjoyed it. I turned and left the shop before I did something I would regret. This feeling inside me was something I couldn’t control, and it was making me crazy. I went to the shop to see her because my day sucked, and I knew she could change that. Obviously, I was wrong. We were supposed to see each other tonight, but I didn’t want to see her now. I was afraid of what I might say if I did.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I sent her a text message.

“We aren’t going to be able to see each other tonight. Something came up at the office, and I need to stay to deal with it, and I don’t know how long it will take.”

I waited for those three little dots to tell me she was typing. They didn’t. She was probably still flirting with that guy and too busy to look at her phone. Was this a complication? It sure the hell was, and I didn’t like it one bit.