Back at Ryan’s house, we’re hunched over a couple of laptops in the kitchen.

“Look!” says Ryan, turning his computer towards me. “Here it is! Didn’t take long at all. Simmons left his tracks all over the place. You just need to know what to look for. It looks like he installed a worm that messed with the tests they were running, making his algorithm look a lot better than it really was…”

“But won’t people who buy the algorithm notice?”

He shrugs. “Not necessarily. A lot of people who run servers and stuff are pretty clueless when it comes to speed metrics. People are just going to buy it because this tech magazine has such a huge influence and it’s so trusted.”

“Doesn’t look like it was so secure, though.”

“I don’t know how Simmons got in. He must be a good hacker.”

“You got in.”

“Only with your help, though.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to make someone do a lot of work,” says Ryan.

I pick up my phone and dial Marty.

“Marty,” he says. “No, no, I don’t care about that. Just listen to me. I’ve got something I need you to do. That’s right, don’t worry, you’re not out of a job. Once you turn the douchebag billionaire into a decent businessmen in the public eye, you’re going to be begging for the new clients to stop calling you. Yeah, I’ve got proof that Simmons’s is a fraud. My Sisyphus Algorithm is the only one that works. Yeah, I’ll send you the info. Just don’t fuck it up. Got it.”

He hangs up the phone before Marty can respond.

“That should take care of that,” he says. “There’s just one more thing I wanted to take care of.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to marry me.”

“Oh my God!” I’m trembling, actually trembling. “Of course!” I say.

He pulls me towards him, kissing me deeply.

“I love you,” I say, as I collapse against him, into his arms.

“I love you, too, Lily,” he says.

* * *

The next few weeks are a blur of activity and excitement. The plan worked perfectly, and Simmons was exposed as the fraud that he is. Ryan’s publicist did a brilliant job, making sure there were a ton of articles explaining the whole story. Not only did Ryan’s company get all its business back, but it got him a lot of good media attention for once, and brought his company to a new level of excellence and profit.

Ryan’s no longer satisfied to be the kind of guy he once was. For one thing, there’s me, and I’ve already moved into his place. He’s still the same commanding guy he always was, but there’s something else there… he says I’ve changed him in ways I can’t even imagine.

He’s also no longer satisfied to just live off the profits of his algorithm, letting his company function just as a sales team. He’s back in the office, working tirelessly on new and innovative programs.

He hired me back, of course, and I head the development team in the office. I thought I’d be out of my league here, but it turns out I have a lot of good programming ideas. I don’t always know exactly how to implement them, but that’s why there’s a whole team at my disposal, after all.

Ryan’s no longer called the Douchebag Billionaire. Articles now actually use his real name, and there was a flood of articles featuring our relationship, describing how he’s turned his life around.

“Well I guess you won’t be coming back to work at the furniture store,” said my mother, when we talked on the phone.

The wedding is scheduled for six months down the road, once we get our newest piece of software up and off the ground. Hailey, of course, is my maid of honor. We made up, of course. A life with Hailey wouldn’t be a complete life for me. But a life without Ryan… at this point that would be impossible to even dream of.

My parents, and everyone else I invite, are thrilled about coming to the wedding, perhaps more so than usual, since it’s going to be quite an expensive and fancy affair. Ryan’s company is doing better than ever, and the money is rolling in. I never have to worry about money ever again, but the work is fun, exactly what I want to be doing, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

The wedding date seems to zoom up out of nowhere, burning through calendar days.

Before I know it, it’s the night before the wedding.

And I’m at Ryan’s house.

“Aren’t I supposed to be staying somewhere else before the wedding night?” I say, snuggling up to Ryan on the couch in his living room. “I’m not supposed to see you for a full day, right?”

The soothing sounds of outdoor fountains come faintly into the living room.

“That’s just a superstition,” growls Ryan. “And plus, don’t you remember that you’re not longer a virgin?”

I laugh. “How could I ever forget? But I’m still pure, aren’t I?”

Ryan chuckles deeply. “Of course, baby. But I’m about to change that.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Come to the bedroom and you’ll find out.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say, as his body presses against me, and his mouth mashes into mine.

I know I’m wet. My clit is already swollen. My body is eager for him. I feel his rock hard cock pressing into me.

But before things go too far here on the couch, he picks me up and walks me to the bedroom.

I gasp when I see the room.

“When did you have time to do all this?”

The lights of the master bedroom are off, but the entire room is filled with small candles that cast flickering light on the walls.

The sheets on the bed are pulled partially down, and the entire surface is covered in beautiful rose pedals.

“I thought it’d be a surprise for our pre-wedding night,” growls Ryan.

“It’s breathtaking,” I say.

It’s only as Ryan lowers me to the bed, that I notice the long strips of silk that are hanging off the bedpost where they are tied.

“What are these?”

“You’ll see,” growls Ryan, as he ties me up, gently.

Now he’s removing my clothes, and his. I watch as he unzips his pants and lets them fall away, and as he pulls out his massive cock, already erect and swollen for me.

He pulls tight the last knot, and my wrists are attached securely to the bedposts.

“I like this,” I say, my eyes locking onto his.

“I thought you would,” he growls.

His hands brush across the bare skin on my arms. His tongue twirls around my erect nipples. I’m already panting.

I moan as his hands move across me.

“Fuck me, please,” I moan, straining my arms against the silk bindings.

Ryan’s on top of me, his rippling abs pressing against me. His cock enters me, and I gasp.

“It’s going to be a long night,” growls Ryan.

THE END

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