My Billionaire Stepbrother Page 7

  “What are we going to do, Solomon? Everyone knows. My god, our parents know now. He's going to kill me . . . kill us.”

  “Well, Sasha, I think it's probably best you take the day off for obvious reasons. I can guarantee my father is heading into the office to speak with me, so it's best that you steer clear of the place for the time being. Stay home until I can get a handle on the situation. I’ll still continue to pay you, of course.”

  “Oh, this sounds awful.”

  “It's really okay, Sasha.”

  “How do you figure? I can't even imagine walking into the office now when everyone thinks that I just screwed my boss, and what's worse is that the news didn't neglect mentioning how we’re technically related. So not only am I sleeping with my boss, but he's also my stepbrother. What the hell are we going to do?”

  “Sasha, calm down.”

  Another call beeped into my phone. I looked at it and saw my father’s name.

  “Calm down? How can you say that?”

  “My father is calling. I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay, Solomon. I'll be waiting.”

  I clicked on the other call. “Father, I’m sure you saw the news. What can I do for you?”

  “I'm so glad you have a sense of humor,” he said sarcastically. “I'm on my way to the office, and I suggest you meet me there. And bring Sasha with you.”

  “She’s staying home today. She's embarrassed, and I don't want her at the office until everything is taken care of. I can handle this without her. Whatever you need to say, I can relay it to Sasha.”

  “Fine, I’ll see you there.”

  ***

  When I arrived at the office, I ascended to the top floor as slowly as possible. I was not looking forward to speaking with my father as I knew no good would come from it. He was pissed about the affair as well as the fact that the entire world now knew about it when it had been kept a secret from him.

  I walked into my office to find my father and my new stepmother.

  “Good morning, Marie, it's wonderful to see you again.”

  She smiled warmly, seemingly unfazed by all the hype. The whole office had been buzzing, but when I walked onto the floor, it immediately got so quiet you would have thought the hundreds of employees had vanished in an instant.

  “It's great to see you again, Solomon, as always.”

  “Let's cut the formalities here, Solomon. Tell us what the hell you were thinking!” Roger yelled.

  I closed the office door and turned back to my father.

  “It just happened, Father. Neither of us planned it, and it's not that big of a deal. We aren't actually related.”

  “I don't care if you’re related or not. You should not be dating someone you’re working with, and you should especially not be performing sex acts right here in the office. That temp really screwed you over. The two of you being related is just the cherry on top of this fiasco.”

  “Yes, we made some mistakes. I can admit to that. But we just got caught up in the moment. We’re both adults, and it's really not the end of the world. The gossip will blow over, it always does.”

  “That's not good enough, Solomon. You have a choice—you can either end this little fling you started, or the both of you are fired. Sasha won’t be the only one looking for another job.”

  “Roger! I think that's a bit extreme,” Marie stated.

  Roger turned to Marie while I sat behind my desk in shock. I couldn't believe my father was threatening to let me go, after all I had done, over something as ridiculous as an office relationship. Didn’t he care at all about the work I had put into the company or the fact that he would be turning his back on his own son? Was it more important for him to get his own way?

  “So you think it's okay for them to have carried on the way they did, Marie?”

  “Oh come on, Roger, they aren't kids. And I don't believe this is a fling. I know your son well enough that he wouldn't risk this much if he didn't have feelings for Sasha. I don't see this in the same light as you do. In fact, I think it would be really good for Sasha.”

  I smiled at her, liking her more every minute.

  “So let me get this straight, Father. You would be okay with losing the CEO of your company just to ensure that Sasha and I don't see each other anymore? That’s absurd.”

  “I will not sit around while you make a mockery of my company.”

  “I think at this point, Father, you could at least admit that it's my company, too. I’ve worked my ass off for years. It's my life's passion to be here and make sure the company is successful, yet you would toss all my work aside because I started seeing someone at the office. You must have lost your mind.”

  “You made your decision when you started things up with Sasha after I specifically forbade it. You knew how I felt right from the beginning, and you still carried on with her—and right here at the office. So how much respect do you really have for the company?”

  “Roger, I think this is getting out of hand. I don't think Solomon purposely set out to upset you. Things happen, and I don't think you should lose your son over it. Please think about what you're doing here.” She rested her hand on his shoulder.

  “I'm sorry, Marie, I know she’s your daughter, but I don't agree with this at all. In fact, I think it's appalling for something like this to happen at my own company without my knowledge.” He then turned to me. “So you make your decision, Son. You either break your relationship off with Sasha, and she can find another job, or you can stay with her, and you both can find another job. That's all I’ve got to offer you at this point, so think long and hard about where you see your life going. Is this little fling really worth jeopardizing your career?”

  I looked to Marie, who was shaking her head sadly, and she just shrugged her shoulders. I knew how she felt. I also knew that she understood how pointless it was to convince my father of anything once he had his mind set. If he wanted me to end things, then I would not be able to reason with him no matter what I did.

  I walked out of the office, knowing I had some really hard choices to make. I had to see Sasha.

  Chapter Ten

  “Holy God! How did my life get so damn complicated, Rose? Who did I do wrong in a past life to bring all this on me? It's karma—it has to be!”

  All I heard was laughter on the other end, laughter that seemed to go on forever. “Rose? Rose . . . stop laughing!”

  “God, I can't help it. You're too funny sometimes, Sasha. Especially the karma part.”

  “Rose!”

  “Okay, okay,” she said, still laughing, “You need to calm down. It’s really not the end of the world even though I know it certainly must seem that way.”

  “Rose, you’re my friend, and I know you're supposed to say stuff like that to me, but it's utter bullshit. You know it, I know it, and the whole world knows it.”

  “Melodramatic much?”

  “No, I think I'm right on the money. Solomon told me to stay home—basically until further notice. Does that sound positive to you? It sounds like an epic disaster to me. I'm going to lose my job. Roger made a special trip to the office, and that was hours ago, and yet I’ve still heard nothing from Solomon. That's bad news.”

  “No news is good news. That's what they say anyway.”

  I couldn't help but laugh. Maybe I should just spend the whole day laughing because things certainly couldn't get any worse, right? I sighed deeply, “Rose, please. What am I going to do? Should I quit? Because really, I probably should. It's inevitable that I’ll be fired at this point.”

  “Really? You're his stepdaughter, for crying out loud. Maybe it was just a bluff.”

  “No, he made it perfectly clear it didn't matter that I was family, if you want to call us that. He said I would be done if I went ahead and got involved with Solomon.”

  “Yeah, but it may actually be okay. Sure, he threw out his threats, but now that it’s actually happened, he may just give up the whole thing. What's he going to d
o if Solomon wants to continue things with you?”

  “What do you mean if? Why wouldn't he want to?”

  She was laughing again. Rose seemed to laugh at me regularly.

  “That's not what I meant and you know it, so relax. In fact, you need to relax about the whole thing. At least wait until you’ve heard from Solomon before having a complete mental breakdown.”

  “That’s solid advice, thank you.”

  “No problem, just do as I say. Find out what he says and then make a decision on whether or not you quit. That is, if you even have a job left to quit. What you don't seem to understand, Sasha, is that all these decisions could end up being made for you. So there’s no point in freaking out and stressing yourself over it. You may have to just deal with whatever comes your way. Open a bottle of wine and chill.”

  My phone started beeping, and I looked at it.

  “Oh my god! It's Solomon calling. I have to let you go. We'll talk later.”

  “Okay, bye. And good luck.”

  I clicked off on that call and took Solomon's.

  “Hi, I've been going nuts on this end, wondering what's been going on.”

  “Sorry, it's been a mess on my end, too. Can I come over, and we'll talk?”

  “Sure.” I clicked off the line and felt a little off. He wanted to talk, but he hadn't sounded overly cheery. Maybe it was bad news. I didn't think I could handle any more bad news. He was coming over, however, so I was going to find out one way or another what was going on.

  ***

  It wasn't long before Solomon arrived at my apartment. I no longer lived with my mother, though it may have benefited me to live under the same roof as her at that point. Would Roger have been as harsh with me if I had been under his nose at all times? So much for rebellion and freedom. I would probably have to accept the trust fund at that point because I would be out of a job with no new prospects. It actually alarmed me a little bit. Hopefully Roger would at least give me a letter of reference as he was kicking me out the door. Otherwise, I would really be screwed. Being fired from a company like Jacobson Empire would be a killer black spot on my resume. But I guess the whole world knew about my indiscretions now, and how many companies would hire a secretary who had tried to get it on with the boss? I groaned.

  There was a knock, and I moved slowly over to the door, opening it even more slowly.

  Solomon didn't look happy, not one bit. “I'm sorry, Sasha. I should have called sooner. I wasn't thinking that you would be a wreck, but of course you would be.”

  “It's okay. So it's bad, is it?”

  “Well, he wants it over with. He wouldn't budge. He even threatened to can me as well.”

  “You! You? My god, you run the company. Why would he do that?”

  “Because he's an egomaniacal jerk. It's what he does best. Pushing people around and forcing them to do what he wants is his forte.”

  “But he would really risk losing you because of me?”

  “It seems that way.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “We’re going to work through this.”

  “How? Solomon, you can't be serious. You can't lose your company over me. I'm not worth it. I'm nothing. Less than nothing, really.”

  He sighed, “I don't like when you talk like that. I don't want to talk anymore tonight, Sasha.”

  “What do you want to do then?”

  “This . . .”

  He came to me and kissed me hard.

  Was it possible that my heart was beating even more furiously? I thought it was going to burst through my ribcage and come through my chest. Thump thump thump. Oh god, I might even pass out. I was actually becoming incredibly horny as his tongue continued to play with my own. I pulled him down the hall towards my bedroom. When we got there, I pulled him to me.

  He just stared at me, and I could tell he was feeling exactly the same way I was. He wanted me, and I remembered the last time we were together. God, that turned me on so much.

  “So what should we do first?”

  He flashed me a devilish grin that made me warm all over. “I'm going to do really dirty things to you.”

  No one had ever talked that way to me before. It hadn't even occurred to me to request it or need it, but I certainly liked it now. Ever since I had met Solomon, he had talked to me in that way. It was intoxicating.

  He leaned in and slipped his hand around my neck, pulling me into him as his mouth claimed mine. His mouth tasted sweet and alluring. His lips were hot to the touch, and I moaned as he kissed me softly at first and then more feverishly as if he needed my mouth on his. His tongue slipped tangled with mine, and I claimed it. I sucked him slowly, tasting him before pulling away. He pulled me in again, his tongue finding mine and our kiss growing more passionate. His hand found my breast, and he kneaded it softly. He began pulling off my T-shirt and tossed it aside. He stopped kissing me momentarily to look down at my breasts, dying to be released from my bra.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  I smiled though all I could think about was what he looked like naked. He unclasped my bra and pushed me back until I reclined against my bed. His mouth found a nipple, and he sucked, nibbled, and licked it. I moaned softly as he replaced his mouth with his fingers, pulling on my nipple and causing an ache between my legs. The sensation was making my panties wet. He continued to play with my nipples, and I moaned as pleasure built in my body. I reached down, massaging the front of his pants. I could feel his hard cock straining against the material. He smiled down at me. “Do you want it?” he asked. “Do you want it in your mouth?”

  I nodded, still made speechless by the things that came out of his mouth. I felt wanton around him, like I would do just about anything for pleasure, anything to have him please my body and give me what I wanted. He undid his button and pulled the zipper on his pants down. He brought his pants and his underwear down to his knees, his hard cock bouncing free. He was so big, the sight always breathtaking to me. I sat on the bed, and he stood in front of me. I took his cock deep into my mouth and sucked on it. His eyes closed as I sucked hard while I massaged his balls. My tongue swirled against his shaft and then around his tip. He moaned with eagerness, and I sucked him even more intensely.

  “Oh god, you're good at this.”

  I took his cock deeper into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I moved up and down rhythmically, fluidly. His moans excited me, and I felt my pussy become even wetter. He pulled his cock from my mouth and finished undressing. I followed suit, unfastening my jeans and slipping them off. I wore only a thong underneath, so it was easy to dispose of. He watched me undress, and he couldn't take his eyes off my pussy.

  “Mmm, you look good. Maybe good enough to eat.”

  I didn't hesitate to lean back on the bed and spread my legs. I wanted him between my legs, I wanted him to lick my pussy.

  He dropped down before me and licked me slowly as if licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. It felt incredible as his tongue brushed the sides of my opening, sending a tingle rippling through my body. He took my clit in his mouth and sucked, causing me to moan loudly as my pussy dripped for him.

  “Oh god . . . oh god . . .”

  He looked up and smiled, “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

  “Oh god yes, it feels incredible.”

  My pussy was dripping, and he was licking it up, tasting every inch of me. I felt the buildup coming. I was going to cum right there.

  “Oh god, oh wow, I'm going to cum.”

  He was sucking on my clit when he buried a finger in my pussy and started pumping away. It was too much, too much all at once, and I cried out softly as I had an orgasm so delicious that I wanted even more.

  “How was that?”

  I just grinned, desire written all over my face.

  “Let me sit down, baby. I want you to sit on my cock and ride it.”

  I grinned, loving the sound of his words. I got into position, my back facing him, and I plunged myself ont
o his cock. He was pushed right up against my G-spot in that position, and the feeling made me just about lose my mind.

  I was rendered speechless, and I moved slowly on him. He felt fantastic, and I began to ride his smooth cock even harder. He was moaning softly, and it was making me lose control.

  “Mmmm, you sexy girl. You feel delicious. Ride my cock good, baby.”

  I moaned. His voice, his words, his cock were all making me mad with desire. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he reached around and started playing with my clit. It was almost too much to bear, I couldn't get enough. I was moaning softly, wanting to beg for more but feeling already totally possessed by him. My pussy was so wet. He was driving me wild.

  “Just relax, sweetheart.” I gasped as pleasure coursed through me. I continued pumping on his cock as another orgasm consumed me. “Oh god, Solomon. Oh god, that feels so good,” I whispered my yearnings to him.

  “I want to put my cock in you and fuck you. It's my turn.”

  I lifted myself off his hardness and waited to see what he had in mind.

  His cock, oh god, looking at his size made me horny all over again. I wanted to be fucked by him desperately.

  I couldn't believe all that was happening. It was hard to believe, but I was loving every moment of it. He made my entire body throb until I wanted to beg him to release me. I needed him to give me the release I wanted, the release that I deserved. I wanted to be fucked over and over again by him. This was the kind of therapy I needed after a tough day at the office, screw therapy. The way to feel better was to be fucked properly.

  I lay on my bed, and when he pushed my legs up over my head, my eyes widened. Thank god, I was flexible. But I did as I was told, my body weakened from pleasure. I was lying on my back, my legs spread before him and above him.

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  My eyes shot open. I shook my head. “I can't.”

  “Yes, you can. I want to see you please yourself. It turns me on. And then after, I'm going to slide inside that wet pussy of yours and fuck you really good.”