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Mountain Billionaire by Eva Luxe (107)


 

Chapter Four – Gordon

 

My eyes trailed the skyline of the city. Words were going over my head as I sat in a meeting about another future contract with a tech company. I kept my focus out the window, because my mind was on one thing. Her; Lindsey.

The way we fucked last night left a lasting impression on me. It told me so much about her without having to wait years to find out. She was passionate, loyal, and appreciated when she saw good deeds and had good things done for her. She was also hurt. She bounced between men, hoping she wouldn’t get burned, but somehow, she caught heartbreak and didn’t even know it yet.

Was sex her substitute for love? It couldn’t be. It was too temporary. I tapped my jaw, staring out the window as I further thought about Lindsey and the command of her body.

A pen waved in front of my face. “Mr. Glen? Gordon, are you here?” Richard asked. I came back down to earth and scratched my head as I directed my attention back to the meeting.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. My apologies to all of you,” I said, nodding to my prospective clients. They all shared mild smiles and took sips of their coffee. They were so honored to be here that I could’ve been swinging from the ceiling and they wouldn’t care.

“Mr. Glen, do you think you’ll have time for another contract? We’d love to have your company working with us,” the woman from the tech company said, a plea in her eyes.

“Of course we can and we will. This meeting is adjourned, we shall continue—”

Richard stood and planted his hands on the table. “No, no, we can continue and finish today,” Richard protested. He looked back and forth at me and the company here for a contract. They were patient as ever.

“By all means, we’ll have to continue another time—”

“But, your schedule, it’s really filled up this next week. We need them here now.”

I got up and headed out the door. I didn’t want to seem rude in front of anyone, but I just couldn’t function correctly right now.

I slumped against a wall in the hallway and Richard came out, fuming.

“Gordon? What the fuck, man?” he hissed. “What’re you doing? That’s a multi-billion dollar contract. Why the hell did you walk away from that?”

“I have a lot on my mind. I cannot concentrate.”

Richard sucked his teeth and shook his head.

“Bull shit. I’ve seen you do a million things at once—wait.”  Then he perked up. Something had struck him. “Wait a damn minute here. Did you—did you find someone? I mean—are you in love?!” His irritated frown turned into a smile accompanied with wide eyes and a youthful look of hope.

“Richard, it’s not what you think.” I waved off the giddy feeling he was putting in the air.

Richard swatted my hand down. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. You’re never scattered and spaced out like this. People fear Gordon Glen. But now you’re all twisted over some woman and now you look like a big mushy lump.”

“Richard. Continue the meeting. I have faith in your skills to navigate a contract.”  His face lit up. Doing these kinds of things was his strong suit, his passion. He did his job well, so I felt confident he could pull this off.

I began to walk to the elevator, fishing for my car keys.

“Sure. Where are you going? To get your woman?” Richard asked winking.

“Something like that.”

 

 

The whole drive to Lindsey’s apartment went by in a blur. The turns and stops I made on the way escaped me as if the car were driving itself. I didn’t remember her number address, or her door number. I just knew where she was. I could’ve been thrown in the middle of nowhere and made it back to her.

That passion that radiated off of her… I needed that in my life. I could see myself marrying her. Making her mine. Marking her.

After the way her pussy gripped me last night, nothing was going to separate her from me.

I slammed my car in a free parking space and jumped up the steps to get to the door. I pulled on it, but it was locked. I forgot, this was a keyed entry. How’d that shit face man named Daniel get in here? Maybe he caught someone coming out.

Upon carefully inspecting the lock, I noticed it wasn’t one of the sturdy ones. So, I would be able to go back to my car and get one of my membership cards to slide through and trip the lock.

I returned to the door, card in hand, and just as I was jogging up the steps, a woman came bouncing down the stairs to open the door. Lucky me.

She opened the door wide and scanned me from head to toe. Of course she was going to hold the door open for me. The place smelled like the cooking of Indians and Chinese with a dash of American cuisine as well. She lived in a lively place, and it suited her. If only she’d allow me to give her better.

“Wow, you’re handsome. Are you spoken for?” she asked.

“Fortunately I am. Sorry.”

She sighed and went on her way. I climbed the steps and followed my memory.

Her door was right down this hall on the right. I stood in front and knocked.

“Lindsey?” I called out.

I didn’t hear any sounds in her apartment and knocked again. Louder, just in case she was asleep.

I looked at the time. It was pushing past noon. So she was probably out. After all, she was a stripper, so she probably held a day time job as well.

I took out my phone and dialed Ms. Vent. She knew everything about the people she matched together. Maybe too much.

“Hello? Is this you Mr. Glen?” she asked.

“Ms. Vent. I need to know where I can find Lindsey.” I gripped my phone in anticipation.

“Is this an emergency?” There it was. The hesitation.

“Yes,” I lied, gripping the phone harder. It was going to break under such pressure.

She chuckled. “Are you sure?”

“Ms. Vent—”

“Darling, she’s probably at one of her jobs. Are you at her place?”

“Yes. I need to speak with her.”

She coasted on a small bit of silence.

“Well, I’m not supposed to really tell you that much about her…”

“Ms. Vent please—”

“Hey,” said a familiar voice, interrupting me.

I whipped around to see Lindsey behind me, with her arms folded.

“Never mind, I’ll get in touch with you later,” I said, hanging up my phone. I didn’t even wait for a response from Ms. Vent.

“Trying to find me, huh?” Lindsey asked, putting her hands on those hips I kissed on and lavished so much last night.

“Yes, I want to take you somewhere.”

“Now? I don’t have time.”

“Why?”

“Why do you want to know?” she asked, pushing her hips to the side.

“Because, I have to!” I was getting impatient. I wanted her. I needed her by my side and I needed to be inside her as well. No woman in my life has messed with my head in such deliciously vulgar ways before.

She’s the kind of drug I want. The kind that will keep me on my toes, and help me see the color in life. She brought a fire and I wanted it to stay lit. My eyes fell on the curves of her body, making my dick fidget against my tight boxers. I swallowed and cleared my throat. Lindsey was sexy to a dangerous point.

That defiant attitude was only going to make me hard as a diamond.

“You have to huh?” She squeezed by me to her door and opened it. “Well, I have other jobs to work. So come back later tonight—”

I gently caught her hand and held it up.

“Please, I need to spend time with you now.”

She looked at my hands holding hers and she looked conflicted. That was when I knew I’d have to make it hard to say no.

“I have a couple hundred in my pocket maybe close to a thousand. Come with me to the park, and it’s yours.”

Lindsey’s eyes brightened up and she smirked. “You drive a hard bargain.”

She held her hand out. “Cash, now.”

I dug into my pocket and placed the wad of twenties into her hand. She bounced it, determining its weight. “This has got to be closer to fifteen hundred.”

“Really?”

“Weighing money is bit of a hobby of mine.” She hooked her arm around mine and closed her door, locking it. “Let’s go. I do have things I need to tell you about for the wedding since it’s coming up soon.”

***

 

 

The park was a perfect spot to take her to. Though, I wondered why I didn’t just drag her inside her place or to mine. She was more than a sex doll. But after tasting her, I couldn’t help but think about when the next time would come for me to bury myself deep inside her.

She woke something up inside me. And it wasn’t going to go back to sleep any time soon.

Lindsey hung onto my arm silently as we walked through the park. The winds were gently caressing us, and the fresh air was calming. Couples were buddied up and children were on the grass playing.

I saw Lindsey staring at the couples. She let out a small sigh and rested her head on my arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. She straightened herself out and released my arm. “So, the wedding party. It’s in two days. I’m getting a Visa and plane tickets tomorrow. Well, I started the Visa process, so it’ll be here tomorrow. What about you?”

“Oh, I have a multiple entrance Visa already.”

“Of course you do, rich guy.” Lindsey rolled her eyes and chuckled.

We stopped at a fountain and Lindsey sat down on the rim of it, glancing at her reflection. I could smell the wafts of chlorine by my nose, mixed with Lindsey’s subtle floral scent.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” I said to her, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah. I guess,” she said, running her hand on the water, frowning.

“What’s wrong, Lindsey?”

“Nothing. Just tired.”

I sat down next to her and examined her face. She was worried about something.

“Lindsey, what about after the wedding party? I still want to see you. And I’m going to. But I’d like to—”

“Here we go. Don’t even do it.”

“Do what?”

“Fall for me. You’re going to start getting all sentimental over me. I’m not that kind of girl. I live off of one-night stands—”

“No, they live off of you,” I countered. Her eyes grew wide and she leaned away from me.

“Excuse me?”

“They do. Lindsey, you’re filled with so much fire and zest, don’t waste that on just anyone.”

I placed my hand on hers, but she pulled away. Her red hair glowed under the sun, and blew like a delicate scarf in the wind.

“You’re not suffering from a broken heart, are you?” I asked, trying to make eye contact with her. She kept her focus on the ground beneath her feet and frowned.

“I’m trying hard not to.” That tone of her voice. If she didn’t get her heart broken by a man, it was going to be broken by loneliness. I knew loneliness well. It could grip you by the throat and suffocate you.

Then the next step was to become a workaholic so you were immune to loneliness, so you could thrive and live on your own. I’ve done it. But Lindsey, she shouldn’t have to. If only she’d just see what I saw and give herself to me.

Then it clicked. I saw what she was doing.

She pulled herself up and wiped off her skirt. “Well, I’m a busy gal, gotta get going unless you’re thinking of kidnapping me.”

“That isn’t a bad idea,” I teased. “Would you need a ride?”

“I’m good. Fifteen hundred bucks will get me all the Ubers I want.”

She turned around and walked off. I watched

 

Chapter Five – Lindsey

 

After two days of hashing out how this was going to go down, the day had finally arrived. It wasn't like I was getting married, but I was still nervous. Stacy was more of a little sister to me than my actual blood sister.

I had to be there, and I had to make sure that I blended in. Gordon was a good choice. Maybe too good of a choice. At least he was a fun choice too.

I sashayed into his office, in my baby blue short fitting dress that had pearl embellishments with matching heels. A lot of the men in the lobby gave me serious looks and handed me their business cards.

As soon as they were out of view I threw them away.

Following Gordon's directions, I went up to the twentieth floor to his main office. I couldn't help but feel like a celebrity when I got off that golden elevator. It matched my style.

The secretary eyed me, and I went up to her with a straight poker face. She didn't know me, and I didn't know her. However, she had that yuck face on.

Wow, the basic characteristics of a jealous female.

"May I help you?"

I chose to ignore the attitude that spilled out of her mouth. Today was supposed to be a chill day, a nice day where I'd show up in freaking Canada for my best friend Stacy.

"I'm here for Gordon Glen."

"I'm sorry, but he's busy."

"I'm Lindsey Wilson, he's expecting me."

She gritted and looked on her computer while tapping her fingers on the keys.

She shook her head. "You're not in here. Sorry, there's nothing I can do for you."

Okay, now this bitch was trying my last nerve.

"Don't you have a phone? Do you know how to use it?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and exaggerating a pose.

She crinkled her nose and laced her fingers together. "That's only for when people are scheduled. Now, I'll have to ask you to--hey! Where are you going! I'll call security!"

I went past her desk and marched down the hallway. Gordon was late, and his secretary was pissing me off. Not a good combination.

"Gordon!" I called out, still trying to sound professional and not bitchy. I'd save that for the secretary who decided to run down the hall after me.

There were double doors down the hall, and based on the design, it had to be his office. Just as I had reached for the handles, the doors opened and there he was.

His scent swirled around me while I was caught up in his choice of suit. Classic black tuxedo. He was sharp as fuck.

I had to calm down, wet thongs were just as irritating as wet panties.

"I'm sorry, I had a meeting that ran over," he apologized.  "Are you--"

"Sir! This woman isn't supposed to be back here!" his ignorant secretary said, her face reddened with hot jealousy and anger.

"Yes, she is. I gave you the info of her arrival."

I butted in. "That's weird. She said she didn't see it."

Her face dropped into a face of fear. "Oh. I must've been wrong then." She stepped back and swallowed.

I grabbed Gordon's arm and she looked away. I wasn't surprised that his own secretary may've had a crush on him. He is sexy.

"That indeed," he said to her. "Ms. Eden, please go over the schedules again while I'm gone. I have a wedding to attend to." We walked past her and I grabbed one of Gordon's ass cheeks (damn it was toned). She saw it and stormed off down another hallway.

"She was so close to being cussed out. She likes you."

"And you do too, right?"

"It was a competition and I won."

The elevator door rang, and a man looked up, his eyes bugging out.

"Well, Gordon, is this a friend of yours?"

He had a ring on his finger, so I knew he wasn't trying to find out my details.

But then again, a lot of married men were pretty promiscuous these days.

“Yes, this is Lindsey Wilson. Lindsey this is Richard, one of my longtime friends and a partner here at my company.”

“Nice to meet you. Wish we could stay longer, but we’re kind of late.” I glared at Gordon. Gordon chuckled, and Richard shook my hand.

“Nice to meet you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Bye!”

That Richard person sure looked…abnormally happy…

***

 

Speeding cars were always fascinating. But being in a speeding Bentley, that was a thousand times better.

"If only this car was a convertible, I'd be standing in my seat screaming into the wind!"

"I'm glad you find this amusing, dear. I can barely feel the speed myself."

I smoothed my hand over the door of the car and concentrated how I felt.

"You can tell though if you pay attention. There's this wonderful feeling, like butterflies in your stomach. It's such a smooth ride with good suspension that you can barely feel a ditch in the road."

"Cars are your thing aren't they."

"They are. One day I'm going to buy a Lamborghini, paint it a pearlescent white, and take it on the track."

"You will too. I know it."

The traffic was going at a good pace. But then things began to slow down. I looked around to see if there was an accident, but couldn't see a lick. A traffic jam just up and fucking appeared.

Ugh!

"With this type of traffic jam, we're gonna be late!" I cried, sulking in my seat.

I told Stacy so many times I was going to make it. She even asked me to be her best woman.

Not being there would ruin it.

"This does look bad."

He messed around on his GPS to see if he could find another route. There was another option, but it was still five miles up ahead of us. And there was no telling how long it would take us to get there.

"Can't you call in a helicopter or something?" I asked. I wasn't joking either.

"Not with this, dear. Sorry," he said after a while. Was he really thinking that option over?

I sighed and looked at the clock in his car. Time decided it needed to move fast.

That plane was going to be gone in an hour.

"Shit," I groaned.

I took out my phone and looked at the other planes leaving out.

"Searching for another ticket?"

"Yeah. Can't book them online if they leave within an hour or two, but you can buy them in the station. It’s going to eat at my savings. But I have to get there."

Gordon placed his hand under my chin and tilted it, so I was looking at him.

"Don't worry. I promise you that you'll be there. On time."

One part of me screamed to not believe him, the other part of me won, making me believe him. "You better be right about that, rich guy."

***

 

My feet hit the pavement like speeding wheels. Gordon made an effort to stay close to me and kept up pretty well. My heels were stiletto, so that proved to be a challenge. Still, I was a stripper, so that meant that I had the best leg muscles, the strongest.

I made it into the airport when Gordon grabbed my hand.

"What? We're going to be late," I huffed. What was he doing, every second was precious and not to be wasted.

"Come with me. It'll be faster that way."

It was worth a shot. I followed him until we came up to double doors. Two men standing in front of them opened the doors, allowing us inside.

"Gordon, what's going on?" I asked. This wasn't a public part of the airport where anyone could've just strolled in. This was exclusive.

"You'll see."

I frowned. "You're always filled with some sort of secret, huh?"

We entered another pair of doors and my eyes were shocked. Talk about luxury.

"Wow. Don't tell me this is where all the super-rich come to fly," I exclaimed, my mouth open. It was a huge room, filled with a buffet, massage chairs, large TVs, and even a work station.  There was so much here.

Everything was sparkling it was so clean and buffed.

"This actually belongs only to me. It’s a recent purchase," Gordon corrected, going over to a wine table and pouring himself a wine. Then he pointed out the window.

"Do you see that?"

I followed the direction of his finger. "The small jet?"

"Yes. That is a two hundred-million-dollar jet. We'll be taking that to Canada."

Gordon handed me a glass of wine.

"Wait, that small skinny thing?"

"Yes. I've went cross country and back a couple of times. It's a good and fast plane. Plus, the inside is quite spacious. Don’t let the outside fool you."

“Cross country, huh?” I walked over to the glass in the wall where you could see the jet. There were staff servicing it, and bringing it closer so we could board it.

Rich people had it easy. They didn’t have to dance in a room full of miserable drunk men unless they really wanted to. They could coast country to country without even waiting in a line. Bet even immigration didn’t bat an eye.

“Cool…”

“You’re not afraid of the air, are you?” Gordon asked me, clanking his glass with mine. This warm sensation of safety crept up my back and nearly sedated me.

“No, not at all. I like a little thrill in my life.”

I sipped on my wine, and the fresh fruity blends of grapes and what tasted like pears and citrus partied on my tongue.

“Wow, good wine.”

“It better be. It set me back ten thousand dollars for one bottle.”

“Set you back? Please, you didn’t even notice that,” I laughed.

Soon, a man in a gray mechanic suit ducked his head in. “Sir, we’re all ready for you and your lovely guest.”

“Thank you.” He turned to me. “Ready, Lindsey?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

This jet was fantastic.

It was on the small side, but not too cramped. Any bigger and that would have impeded the speed.

I sat down next to Gordon. He held my hand and my body froze. He was so different.

It was puzzling. There was something so…I didn’t know how to put it. But I liked it.

After the wedding, maybe we could stay good friends.

Just good friends.

Gordon reached under his seat, a puff of his cologne shot into my nose making me delightfully dizzy. He withdrew a box, it was flat and had a golden ribbon on it.

And fuck.

That reminded me. I forgot to give Stacy a present?

“Is this for Stacy?! Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to buy something. Thanks—”

“No, it’s for you. But don’t worry. I’m sure we can find something really quick once we land.”

I looked down at the black glossy box. “Then who’s this for?”

“You?” he said again with a smile.

I took the box slowly as if it were going to explode. It felt so odd taking the box. Maybe it was all the wine. Not that one glass would’ve done anything to me.

“Me? Cool. Um,  can I open it now?”

“Go ahead.”

Gordon continued to look at me as I unraveled the delicate golden ribbon and opened the lid. Brilliant hues of rainbow and glimmers of light graced my eyes when I fully opened the lid.

“Wow, this is gorgeous.” And expensive. “Are these opals and diamonds?” This was my favorite combination. No one—not even Eliza knew I liked this combo.

“Yes. It suits you. So, I wanted to get it since it’d look wonderful on you during the wedding.”

I gently grazed my fingers over to the top of the necklace and earring combo. The necklace looked like something out of the royal palace. The earrings were fashioned with tear drop shaped diamonds along to match the necklace. Opals crusted the top of the earrings.

I closed the box and placed the lid back on. Shaking my head, I said, “No, I can’t take this. It’s way too much.” This wasn’t a real relationship anyway. If I took this…then…

“Too much? Being in your company is worth more than these are.”

He wasn’t taking the box. Oh shit. He had to pull out the alpha male on me, huh?

I smirked. “Maybe I can give these to Stacy?” I teased.

“Absolutely not. I will purchase something for her once I see what she’s like personality wise. But this is a special gift for you. And you’re going to take it or else.”

“Or else what?” I sat the box on the mini table in front of us and folded my arms.

“Or else you won’t have a wedding date,” he said, grinning.

Shit, he knew what to say, didn’t he?

“Fine, fine. Kinda pricey for a girl who’s just a fling.”

“You’re more than just a fling to me…”

He placed a finger under my chin and turned my face to his. The touch of his skin was so warm.

“You’re not a fling to me…”

“I should be,” I whispered.

His hand trailed down to my breast where he slid a finger against the fabric over my nipple. I shuddered, and a delicious sensation flooded my panties.

“Looks like I might be joining the mile-high club.”

I slid off of my seat and down between his legs. Unbuckling his pants, I wasted no time getting his cock out. Shit, I saw that bead of pre-cum. I hoped this plane could handle rough sex.

I licked the bottom side of his cock, teasing his base and flicking my cold wet tongue over the top. It twitched in my hand and my pussy screamed for attention. No not yet.

“That tongue should be mine. This should be the only cock you taste for the rest of your life,” Gordon growled. He grasped the back of my head and shoved me down his hardening length. I could feel each painful throb of his cock in my mouth as I sucked it hard and massaged it with my tongue.

Fuck, I was gushing.

I tried to sneak my hand down to mess with my hard clit, but Gordon used his legs to stop me.

“Mmph,” I mumbled out in disappointment. No fun.

“It’s worth the wait, darling. I assure you.”

He began to rhythmically fuck my mouth, the tip of his cock going down to the back of my throat.

Sucking his cock was a new experience. It didn’t feel like I was doing this to get only my rocks off. But…I wanted him to enjoy it just as much as I did. Which was a first for me, because when I fucked, if I didn’t cum, then I didn’t give a shit what anyone else felt during sex.

Gordon flooded my body with new emotions. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for all of them right now. But fuck, this cock was a damn exception.

 

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