Champagne Nights: Billionaire Romance Collection (Broken Hearts)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Ethan

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t make it work?” I shouted as I walked around the long rectangular table.

“I’m sorry, Ethan, but we’ve tried everything,” Jarod spoke.

“Obviously, you didn’t because I know damn well we can do this. Do you think I pay you well to sit there and tell me that it can’t be done? We are on the verge of a breakthrough here. A breakthrough that will make this company billions of dollars.”

“But, Ethan?—”

“No buts!” I shouted as I pointed at Jarod. “Google hasn’t released their product yet. It’s still in beta testing, and you know every other damn technology company out there is working on the same thing. I want ours to be the first and best. It’s not rocket science. It’s technology. Every one of you,” I pointed to the group of men and women sitting around the table, “is an MIT graduate. This is what you do. It’s shit like this that keeps you up at night.”

“Ethan, we’ve tried several times,” Edward spoke.

“Try again and keep trying until you figure it out.” I scowled. “You have thirty more days.” I shook my head as I walked out and slammed the door.

Fuck. I didn’t need this shit today. Walking back to my office, I yelled for Holly, my assistant.

“Yes, Mr. Klein?” she nervously spoke.

I sat behind my desk and picked up the time-off request form she filled out.

“What is this?” I asked as I held up the piece of paper.

“It’s my and my husband’s first wedding anniversary, and we wanted to take a trip to Hawaii.”

“Didn’t you go to Hawaii for your honeymoon?” I glared at her.

“Yes. We wanted to go back.”

“Well, the dates you are requesting don’t work for me. I have a lot going on during that time, and I’ll need you here. Go to dinner and have a night of wild sex. That’s all you need to celebrate.”

“But, sir, it’s our one year.”

“Congratulations. You made it a whole year. Big deal. When it’s your twenty-fifth, let me know, and maybe I’ll give you the time off to celebrate. But until then, the answer is no. I need you here.”

She lowered her head because she didn’t want me to see the tears that formed in her eyes.

“Get out of here and get back to work.”

She turned and walked out of my office, carefully closing the door behind her. Shaking my head, I picked up my phone from my desk and noticed a text message from Samantha.

“Hey there, sexy. Want to come over tonight?”

“I can’t tonight. I promised Charles that I would go to some art gallery thing. How fast can you get to the Plaza Hotel? I have a lot of tension I need to release right now.”

“I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Good. You know which room. I’m leaving now. It would be wise if you didn’t wear any panties. I already owe you five pairs as it is.”

“I won’t wear any. I’ll see you soon.”

Walking out of my office, I stopped at Lucy’s, my secretary’s, desk.

“I’m leaving the office. I’ll be back in about an hour and a half.”

“Yes, sir. By the way, Holly looks pretty upset.”

“She’ll get over it.” I walked away.

Climbing into the limo, I shut the door, and Harry, my driver, glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

“The Plaza Hotel,” I spoke as I pulled out my phone.

“Who are you meeting this time?”

“Samantha.”

“I don’t care for her,” he spoke.

“And I don’t pay you to care for the women I see. Do I?”

“No, you don’t. But I’m giving you my opinion anyway.” He smirked.

“Keep your opinions to yourself.”

“Shit, Ethan. You don’t even like half the girls you fuck.”

“I don’t have to like them, Harry. I like what’s between their legs.”

He sighed and slowly shook his head. As we pulled up to the curb of the Plaza Hotel, the doorman opened the door for me, and I climbed out.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Klein.”

“Hello, Don.”

“Enjoy your stay.”

“I intend to,” I smirked.

I headed to my room on the 19th floor, scanned the keycard, and stepped inside. After taking off my suitcoat, I unbuttoned my shirt when I heard a knock at the door.

“You’re late.” I glared at Samantha.

“Traffic, Ethan. It’s New York. I don’t live right around the corner.”

She wore a short red dress with high red heels. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her hard nipples poked through the fabric of her dress. I slid my shirt off my shoulders and unbuckled my belt as I walked towards her. Placing my hand between her thighs, I slowly slid it upwards until I reached her pussy and plunged a finger inside. She gasped. I reached around with my other hand and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground.

“Keep your shoes on.”

She placed her hand around my neck and moved her lips closer to mine. I pulled away.

“You know the rules, Samantha. No kissing. Get on all fours on the bed.”

She did as I asked while I removed the condom from my wallet. Taking down my pants, I rolled the condom over my hard cock, grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust into her fast and hard. Loud moans escaped her lips. I moved in and out of her rapidly while the wetness that emerged from her enveloped my cock. Unpinning her hair, I grabbed onto it.

“Do you like when I do this?” I pulled her hair.

“Yes. Oh yes.”

After pulling her hair a few more times, I let go and reached around to her breasts, pinching her nipples, which caused her moans to grow even louder.

“What do I like to hear?” I asked as I pounded into her.

“Harder, Ethan. Fuck me harder.”

After a few more thrusts, I pulled out of her and turned her on her back, pushing her legs up as far as they would go, allowing my cock to go deeper inside her. The buildup was coming, and I welcomed it. I needed it. After a few more hard, deep thrusts, I halted and moaned as I came, and all the tension that I felt was released.

Climbing off her, I went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I grabbed my shirt off the floor and put it on.

“Yeah. I’m great.” She smiled. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?” she asked as she lay on the bed.

“Because I don’t need to be kissed, Samantha. You know the rules. Don’t ask again.” I slipped on my pants.

“Do you have to leave already?” she pouted.

“You know how busy I am. I have to get back to the office.”

“You’re always busy, Ethan. Have you ever thought about slowing down and smelling the roses every once in a while?”

“Nah.” I smiled. “As long as there’s money to be made, there’s work to be done.”

“I hate you,” she spoke.

“No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t keep coming back for more.” I adjusted my tie as I looked in the mirror.

“The sex is great. That’s why I keep coming back for more. But as for you, you’re an emotionless bastard.”

“I know, and that’s the way I like it. Enjoy the rest of your day, Samantha.” I winked as I walked out the door.

My life was all about my company and control. My employees and colleagues called me the “Iceman” because I had nothing but ice running through my veins. Emotions weren’t my thing. Feelings were non-existent, and my gain was the top priority, no matter who I had to step on to get what I wanted. It was how I became so successful, building and running a billion-dollar technology company by age thirty. I was on top, and that was all that mattered to me.