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  Snagging the Billionaire

  by Sharon Parker

  Copyright (c) 2013. Sharon Parker.

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  Table of Contents

  Testing the Waters

  Payback

  Besting George

  Grand Scheme

  Keeping the Ring

  Testing the Waters

  Millicent wasn’t content to be a billionaire’s mum; she sought to be part of something bigger. Meanwhile, a blueblood with dwindling fortunes begins the hunt for a suitable husband.

  Thirty-five years old and as wealthy as sin, George was married to his job. Nothing gave him more pleasure than raking in more money. He wasn’t born poor neither was he born rich. His father had been a hardworking businessman who could provide just enough for his family to keep them comfortable. George and his brothers had never gone to bed hungry, lacked clothes or a little spending money. Everybody except George was satisfied. George had never been one to give life so much credit. He was an overachiever, who always yearned to be part of something bigger. George was his mother’s child.

  Recently, dinner at Milly’s Palace, as his mother loved to call the home George had given her as a birthday present, had become more work than sealing business deals. The ever-magnificent Millicent had gotten into the new found habit of trying to hook George up with blue bloods. It was important to her that George married well, after all he was now a billionaire; all he needed to become King of the Upper East Side to the right bride.

  Parking in front of the house, George briefly prayed to the Gods. He prayed tonight would be a family dinner like those ones they had before he joined the billionaire’s club. Seeing his brothers would be a good thing since he never found time to visit them. He had loads of nephews and nieces he only saw during Christmas, although he never failed to send gifts on birthdays.

  Dinner had started without him. He was late again. Thank God he had brought that Vintage wine his mother loved to drink.

  “Uncle Georgie,” the kids screeched on spotting him. Georgie was their special nickname for him. Before his mother could say jack and remind them of table manners, they were already by his side battling to give him hugs.

  “Hey chipmunks,” George crooned, hugging and kissing each child in turn. The boys growled when he kissed them. Done with the kids, he moved to the table. It was momma’s turn.

  He presented the wine to his mum; an expensive gift always had a way of making her forgive all sins. Millicent knew how to hold a grudge, or pretend to hold one. Whenever she did that, be sure to prepare your peace offering. She pretended to ignore the drink.

  “It’s vintage, Mum; I only get the best for my queen”, he planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. With that he proceeded to the guys, squeezed every brother on the shoulder and went about hugging the wives.

  He was just about to grab her for a hug when her brunette hair stopped him. His brothers had all married blondes, petit blondes. He had taken no notice of her on entry into the room. Suddenly she became more obvious than ever. Sitting there, pouting like a dolphin; another of his mother’s schemes. Any prayer he said that had Millicent in it always went unanswered.

  After piping a curt “Hello” to which the only response was batting eyelashes, he took the only empty seat in the room. Dinner was a more of a catch up affair; everybody struggled to talk louder than the other. Only the brunette whom his mom introduced as Jennifer remained silent, sitting with a rod straight back and sticking to every rule of etiquette that had been taught to her.

  Jennifer was a weekend guest. George was also a weekend guest, a reluctant one; staying the weekend was his peace offering. His mother had used her arm twisting techniques to make him stay. After dinner the trio withdrew to the living room after everybody had left. Mother and son chattered on, Jennifer remained silent. George was just about to conclude she was either dumb or speech impaired when a tiny voice quipped, “Milly, do you mind if I take a walk in your garden?”

  “Yes, dear. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to show you around but I trust my George would be happy to walk with you.” Blood drained from George’s ears, the glint in his mom’s eyes resounded her mission. He felt like a cornered rabbit. How could he possibly say no without appearing callous?

  As if she sensed his resistance, Jennifer turned to Milly and quipped, "I could really use a solitary walk."

  “That would be totally rude of us, you are our guest. My George would be happy to accompany you at least for tonight,” Milly insisted, giving George the ‘move it’ look.

  If George had a weakness, it was most certainly his mother. He let her run his life; he lacked the heart to ever go against her wish; though he could silently fight her. Presently, her wish was for him to marry into a family with name. No better way to consolidate wealth than to marry a blue blood. Any weekend he was in town, she always introduced a new girl to him. All the girls had two things in common: they were from renowned family, and they were all eggheads. Other than fashion, cosmetics and hot tourist spots, they were totally misinformed. Their powerful last names were all they needed to clinch a spot in society.

  Five minutes into the walk, George was already miserable. Jennifer was certainly the worst of the brood. Her silence was so loud and deafening. He hated to discuss fashion or any other superficial thing but right now he could kill to hear her say anything stupid.

  “Do you ever make small talk”, he queried out of frustration. A girlie giggle was the only reply he got.

  “Okay, you don’t make small talk because your etiquette teacher said it’s unladylike”, he continued.

  A man should at least be rewarded with silly lady mumblings at least when accompanying an egghead on a walk on a very chilly light. No man deserved this loud silence. He was damned if he was going to let her frustrate him. George pulled out his cell phone, called his assistant and began to chatter away on business matters.

  Jennifer could almost not believe her luck; here she was in a lonely garden, taking a walk with one of the country’s most eligible bachelor. He thought she was tongue-tied or something, only that she was plotting her grand scheme. She was born an aristocrat but soon she was going to lose all that came with it except the name. Her brother was rapidly partying away the little nest her father had left behind; her trust fund could barely support her. Her best bet now was a good marriage. She had the name; all she needed was someone with money. She couldn’t imagine a life without the extreme comforts she had grown up with. Without the money, the name would become history in no time.

  Meeting Millicent had been pure luck. Millicent was new in high society and trying to navigate her way around whilst hunting a wife for her George. Jennifer’s Mother had spotted Millicent and carefully orchestrated their meeting. The rest of the scheming was left to Jennifer. George should be an easy target especially now that she had won his beloved mother over. All she needed to do was draw him in, which she was yet to figure out how.

  “They have to love it, you need to make them….” George was saying into the phone. The man was such a workaholic; he could really have some fun. Jennifer thought to herself. The silent girl stunt didn’t work on him; he apparently had no time to waste in coercing her to talk to him. This guy was obviously not enthralled by the aristocratic kinds who waited to be entertained. It was time to try something new. Inching closer to him, Jennifer snatched the phone from him and ran off before he could stop her. She didn’t know her way round the garden, she ran into the area surrounded by tall hedges. It would be more fun if she could get missing, and he had to start
a search for her.

  George was amazed and confused, all at once. Did she have some sort of mental issue or was she simply trying to get him into a little game of hide- and- seek? He silently looked all round for her. He couldn’t go back without her; his mother would go crazy. After a few more minutes of searching, he decided to head into the house to check if she had returned without him. Just at the garden gate she leapt out of nowhere, toppled him over and was all giggly. He had been making a very important call, her prank should make him angry but who got mad with a beautiful woman with messed up hair giggling at them? Nobody!

  The slow smile in his eyes told her he wasn’t mad when she ran off with his phone. He certainly loved a woman with a little spirit. Tucking that piece of information away, she altered her demeanour and in a sing song voice said, "You were supposed to be showing me around, not making calls.”

  How nice of her to turn the tables, very typical. “You were too busy with yourself to require a tour guide,” said George.

  “Arrgh,” she grunted, very unladylike she thought. “Now I’m out of myself and I need that tour.”

  A quick glance at Rolex told him it was late, they should be heading back to the house before his mom came looking for them. “Too late for that now,” he calmly informed her.

  “Please, please,” she pleaded like a child begging for candy. Her plea had an unexpected effect on his groin. It was like an aphrodisiac. Weeks without female companionship suddenly began to take its toll on him. She gave him her hand, and like a gentleman he walked her through the garden explaining the turns and architecture to which she asked surprising questions.

  If she wasn’t one of his mother’s schemes he would have bedded her tonight. He totally avoided intimate contact with his mother’s schemes. Almost as if she sensed his need, she inched closer, letting their bodies have more contact. She could almost feel him battling for control. Her task was going to be easier than anticipated.

  After circling round the garden, the pair headed towards the house. George was already envisioning the cold shower he would have to take that night. Damn! He could really use a soft body tonight.

  “I picked something for you from the garden, a little thank you for giving me a tour,” Jennifer informed him at the door.

  “Come on Jennifer, you don’t have to thank me. You are a guest, the tour is your right,” he stiffly replied; silently praying his voice did not convey his horny state.

  She batted her long lashes, “Too late for that, close your eyes. Let me hand it to you,” she said in that singsong voice again. He had better get through with this this quickly and run for his room.

  He closed his eyes, spread out his hands and waited. One minute … nothing. She hadn’t really taken a good look at him prior to now. Better to look when he had his eyes shut. He was well built, not exactly muscular but solid the way she liked her man. “Put your hands down, keep your eyes closed she ordered.”

  George obeyed. Before he could count up to a minute, soft lips landed on his. He opened one eye to peep and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Her lips tasted like strawberry. It reminded him of spring. Just when he opened up for some more, he found himself kissing the air.

  Millicent had seen the kiss and quietly retreated to her abode. She was surprised at how fast things were progressing. George was always polite to the girls she introduced to him but he never gave any a second glance. This Jennifer definitely had moves. Hopefully, soon she was going to have grandchildren with a trace of blue blood. Jennifer wasn’t deceived by the respect some members of the Upper East Side accorded her. She knew it was superficial and only because of her son’s amassed wealth. Marriage into the Upper East Side was going to solidify that respect and it would make them totally belong.

  Jennifer was proud of herself, of how well she had pulled that off. That brief kiss had turned him on. “There’s more where that came from, baby,” she thought aloud. Day one had been great, it was time to take a long luxurious shower whilst plotting day two.

  ***

  A cold shower did George no good. His hands refused to leave his pyjamas pant. Thinking of that brief kiss earned him a hard on. He always hated to masturbate. A vagina was the best any day, any time, except maybe you were offered the shithole, which is much tighter and warmer. He could stake an arm for a vagina at this moment; he missed riding in one. The walls of the vagina were the best prison walls ever; they hold you firm when you need to be held and release you just in time after you had served your term. Best part is you don’t have to commit an actual crime to be imprisoned by the vagina.

  His mom lived away from nightlife. He couldn’t sneak out and quickly get some; neither could he call for company. Millicent abhorred commercial sex; sex should be without price, she claimed. A diamond ring or bracelets were just little tokens, not exactly a price. Masturbation would only stave off the desire for a while, saving the torment for some other day. Why did she kiss him and run off like that? A person should be bold enough to complete what they started. Had it been at a different place, he would have taught her a thing or two. She deserved to be fucked senseless.

  Sleep eluded George that night. He lay in bed for over 30 minutes trying to drift off. A stiff drink could help, he thought to himself. His mom had a vast collection of fine drinks, drinks she never drank. Millicent treated wine like artefacts, more of a collector’s item than a utility item. He’ll certainly find one that would knock him out.

  Shutting the door behind him very silently, George proceeded to the bar. “Just a little fine wine to lift the spirit and silent a yelling penis," he thought to himself. Arousal did affect the eyesight, was the first thought that crept into George’s mind when he got to the bar and saw Jennifer sitting there having a quiet drink all alone.

  It had been a long day for Jennifer, scheming required more energy than she’d anticipated. She was tired and knew she needed to sleep but her mind wasn’t just ready to sleep. It kept spinning, bringing up fresh ideas and fears. What if her plan fails? Finding another gullible billionaire may be a problem.

  If fate thought it could torture him some more by bringing the object of his discomfort his way, then fate was in for a shocker. With determination, he walked straight to Jennifer. He saw the shock register on her face, which made him glad. The best way to kill a rat was to corner it. He was going to teach her a lesson. How dare she turn on a man, run away from him only to resurface later to tease him some more.

  Before she could say ‘Jack’ he had her glass in his hands and was kissing her senseless. The kiss reeked of need and promised turbulent sex. Jennifer stumbled in the kiss for bit. George broke off the kiss before Jennifer could stop him, better to play it her way. He knew the kiss had swept her off her feet. He waited for her to catch her breath. “Here for a night cap?” George queried casually. His tone made the kiss they shared seem like something from a wet dream.

  “How dare you kiss me and act so casual about it,” Jennifer could almost not believe her ears, how had does words rolled off her tongue. She was thinking them but had no plans of saying it.

  “You enjoyed every bit of it, stop acting injured,” George fired back. “Want some more?” George queried.

  This man was arrogant, too arrogant for a billionaire with humble beginnings. If a kiss had rattled him enough to need a nightcap, maybe she should take charge of this game and keep him on his toes. Slowly slipping her nightgown to the floor, while George watched open mouthed was like a morale booster to her. She closed the gap between them. Slowly, she put one leg around him.

  This didn’t feel right, it was all happening too fast, George mused to himself. Yes, there were some aristocrats who were easy lay, but Jennifer didn’t seem like one of them. This girl was acting too desperate. Maybe she wanted his ring that badly. Better to take what she was offering now, damn the consequences. Nobody was getting a ring from him! Never!

  Letting George guide her to a sofa, Jennifer battled to keep her senses. The best way to bag any billionaire w
as to flash him hope while playing easy to get. She was going to let him play with her, but would never allow things go beyond her yielding point.

  Her skin was as smooth as silk, oozing of gentle and expensive care. His penis throbbed but George summoned a little more patience. He was going to pleasure her here before taking her to his room to complete the job. Her breast looked like grapes, holding a promise of certain sweetness. He let his hands cusp both breast, she felt so tiny under him. Gently he nibbled her ears, he could hear her soft moan. Her small, delicate body tilted towards him begging for more. He would give her more, even more than she asked for.

  Slowly, George placed his mouth over her breast. Her nipples were already ready for him. Gently, he suckled on one while caressing the other with his hand. Jennifer could already feel her defence drifting away. Soon he’ll go lower down and she would be unable to stop him. It was better now than never.

  “Stop”, she said into his ears. George ignored her, and took his attention lower down. “Stop”, she pushed against him.

  “Are you okay?” George asked shifting slightly from atop her. This was one weird lady. The shift of body weight, gave Jennifer her desired escape.

  “Goodnight George,” she said from atop the staircase.

  Payback

  Never start a game you cannot win. George plays Jennifer at her own game, emerging victorious.

  There was no way George could stay the weekend. He didn’t want to be charged with sexual assault; it was better to get away before his mum woke up. George was pissed. He felt royally screwed. How could a woman promise so much passion, yet give none. He could swear on his father’s grave that he had heard her moan while he suckled her breast.

  Women loved him. He was an amazing lover having learnt from the best. His first sex experience had been mind blowing. It was probably one of the reasons he’ll never settle for any woman. After having sex with so many other ladies, none could still be compared with his first experience. Professor Kendra was a visiting lecturer who came to Colgate Community College on sabbatical. She was in her forties. A bit plumps with buttocks the size of Africa.