Christmas With A Billionaire (An American Billionaire #1)

Dylan

It’s the last day of work for the year. The office is buzzing with Christmas cheer and carols, and as we wrap up yet another year at the office, I reflect on everything that has happened this year.

Honestly, while the rest of the office may be cheering and celebrating what a wonderful year they’ve all had, I’m sitting here in my cubicle minding my own business and pretending like me and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I’ve been working for this finance firm for almost five years now, and I can one hundred percent say, without a doubt, that I fucking hate it here.

The only reason I’ve stuck it out as long as I have is because my boss’s brother married my stepbrother, and I guess that kind of makes us family in a way.

At the time, I was desperate for a job. So my stepbrother Elvis, yes that’s his real name, decided to pull a few strings and ask his new brother-in-law to hook me up with a job.

Of course, I didn’t know at the time that my soon-to-be boss was a multi-billionaire.

The guy is super successful, arrogant as hell, a complete asshole, and totally fuckable.

With his dirty blond shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders, he’s every gay man’s walking fantasy. And his name … is Liam Samuels.

His office is located directly opposite my desk, which makes it incredibly difficult for me to slack off at work because I can constantly feel his eyes all over me.

Not that I would ever dare slack off during office hours.

I just mean that with his office within close proximity, it makes it difficult for me to get away with anything.

There is one thing that makes having my desk so close to his office handy, and that is the fact that I get to drool and ogle Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome for hours on end until I finish my workday.

He and I may not be blood-related, but we are still family, and that means I get the pleasure of seeing him at family gatherings.

Though, no matter how many times we find each other at family events, Liam Samuels ceases to notice me. It’s like I’m invisible.

Under normal circumstances it wouldn’t bother me in the least, but the fact that he is my stepbrother’s brother-in-law, kind of means I have to like the guy, for the sake of my family.

Elvis has even asked me if there is anything wrong between the two of us because he can feel tension whenever we’re all in the same room together.

Personally, I don’t know what he’s talking about because whenever I’m in the same room as Liam, I make sure I’m on my best behavior and act completely normal.

Well … I try.

But it’s a little difficult to act completely normal when you’re too busy fantasizing about what your stepbrother’s new brother-in-law looks like naked. If my family ever knew that I had the hots for the new addition to my family, they’d go nuts.

“Do you have that report I asked you to complete, Dylan?”

I must have been daydreaming for quite some time because his deep baritone voice has me almost jumping in my seat.

“Ah, yes,” I say, searching through the many pieces of paper scattered all over my desk. And when I find the paper in question, I hand it to him.

He puts on his black-rimmed glasses, then does one of those stances where he practically points his cock out in front of you through the fabric of his pants and begins going through the document I just handed him.

The man is such a fucking cock tease. Him standing beside me, just inches away, is driving me wild and making my cock pulsate in my pants.

“This is good, Dylan. Well done. So, will I be seeing you at the party tonight? I mean, who can say no to free drinks, right?”

“Actually, I’m not much of a drinker,” I tell him.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I just … don’t see the big deal really.”

Of course, you would know that if you’d bothered to notice me.

“It’s not really a big deal, but it is the end of the work year. And a great opportunity for staff to wind down after a stressful year.”

Stressful year? That’s the understatement of the damn decade.

If only he knew the half of it. This year has been nothing but stressful.

Meeting after meeting, and one business trip after another.

I’ve spent more time on the road than I have in my own house.

I may be invisible to Liam at family functions, but when we’re at work, or a work function, that’s a completely different story.

The guy is only five years older than me, but whenever we’re away from work, mentally he’s still stuck somewhere in his teenage years, and at times, his behavior gets rather annoying.

“I don’t know if I’m going to go to the party. I still have a lot of work to do before the end of the day, and I don’t want my boss giving me a write up for my poor work performance.”

I swivel around on my chair so that I’m now facing my computer. Then I feel him tower over me and he rests his palms on my desk.

“I assure you, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your work performance. And whatever it is that needs finishing, I’m sure it can wait until the new year.

All our clients know that we’re closing up today, so no one is expecting anything to be completed today.

So why don’t you stop making excuses and come to the party?

Unless, of course, there’s some other reason you don’t want to attend. ”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” I assure him.

“Really?” he fishes.

As he stands tall, my elbow brushes against his crotch, and I can feel his rock-hard erection through the fabric of his slacks. The move pisses me the fuck off because I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose to flirt with me or to piss me off even more because he knows I can’t have him.

He lowers his head so that he’s only a few inches from my face and whispers, “Is that why you haven’t stopped looking at my dick since I walked over here?”

“What?” I answer, shocked.

“Don’t you dare try denying it. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me in my office all year.”

“Ah––I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him.

“Sure, you don’t. You know …” he leans in closer until his lips are almost brushing against mine, “Elvis isn’t a bad looking guy. Great looks must run in the family.”

“He’s my stepbrother.”

“Which kinda makes us family, right? And families stick together, don’t they?”

“What exactly are you suggesting, Liam?”

“Liam, here’s that file you requested.”

I breathe a sigh of relief as Monica, Liam’s assistant, interrupts our conversation and hands him a manila folder. He gives me a forced smile, then leaves my desk and Monica follows closely behind him.

I seriously don’t know what his deal is.

First, he ignores me whenever we’re at a family function, then in a roundabout way, he tells me that my stepbrother is hot.

And then there was that comment about families sticking together.

What the hell was that all about? And what was with that sultry, seductive tone?

It’s getting increasingly difficult to read this guy, and I’m not sure I want to waste my energy trying to figure him out, even if I have been here five years already.

My attraction toward men runs deep. Far deeper than I ever want to admit.

But my attraction toward Liam, that’s next level dangerous.

If he knew how I felt about him, it would be a disaster.

Not only would he torture the ever-loving crap out of me, but he would also make my life a living hell at work.

And I shudder to think what would happen if my family found out, especially Elvis.

I’ve never kept my sexuality a secret. I’ve been openly gay since I was a teenager.

My parents divorced when I was young and when my dad married my stepmother, Bambi, it was a second chance at happiness for him.

My mom remarried too, a great man named Lawrence.

I guess I’m really lucky to get along with my stepparents and stepsiblings.

I’m an only child, and I never grew up with any brothers or sisters.

So having Elvis and Isabella as stepsiblings means I get to grow up all over again, with them.

I get to my feet and head to the kitchen, placing my mug under the spout of the coffee machine then press the button.

The machine comes to life and fresh, warm coffee pours through the spout and into my mug.

At that moment, Liam enters the kitchen and goes straight to the refrigerator, and he hasn’t noticed me standing here.

I let my gaze wander freely over his body, his shirt is untucked at the back and I very much enjoy the view of his underwear peeking out from above the back of his pants.

But when he closes the door and takes a bite of his apple, what really has me wetting my lips is how his cock, balls, and the ridge of his cockhead are clearly visible through his black pants.

He exits the kitchen without noticing me.

I then grab my coffee and head back to my desk and quickly take my seat to hide my growing erection.