Page 1 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
Chapter 1
Olive’s P.O.V.
"Fuck, don't stop." I moaned as he continued his deep thrusts inside me. I gripped the bed sheets beside me, finding my release over his enormous shaft. His mouth continued to suck at my breast as he forced me to ride out the ecstasy he caused. A few thrusts later and he followed closely behind, spurting his seed deep inside me.
His long blonde hair, that was once gelled back, was now dangling over his face. He stood up, sliding out of me, while simultaneously pushing his hair back. He shaved the sides of his head so short, leaving the top long. He had this intimidating aura about him, with a firm jaw and serious brown eyes. The tattoos all over his arms and the side of his neck did little to appease it. The man was fucking hot, so I couldn't understand why he agreed to do this withme.
I'd never been one to have a one-night stand. I stayed a virgin throughout high school, barely losing my virginity six months ago to my long-term boyfriend, Julius. The same boyfriend who I walked in on as he was slamming into my friend and roommate, Clover. The sound of their skin smacking against each other still echoes in my mind, with Clover's loud groans as a melodic accompaniment. She sounded like a stupid car alarm. What hurt the most was she saw me and smiled at me as Julius came inside her. When he opened his eyes and found me standing there, he froze.
Pursuing me out of the apartment, he swore it meant nothing and was only a mistake. He admitted he was stupid and, in his world; I was the only one that mattered. He pleaded for me to stay and forgive him, but I'm not one to forgive unfaithfulness. With tears streaming down my face, I ran to my best friend, Hailey. She and her family are the proud owners of a stunning penthouse apartment in the heart of Manhattan, which they use as a vacation home. She graciously invited me to stay with her there.
Hailey was also the one that dragged me out to the nightclub where this sex-god caught my eye tonight. Through nothing but sheer luck and liquid courage did I find myself here in his room. Now the act is over, what the hell do I do?
Remember, I've never done this before. What are the rules exactly? I didn't figure you cuddle after. As he went to the bathroom to wash up, I began collecting my clothes. An overwhelming urge to run away filled me before he came back, not wanting to experience the humiliation of being asked to leave. I recognize this for what it is, and I don't want him to think I misinterpreted the situation. We both got what we needed, and now it's time for me to leave. I heard the door creak open and quickly pulled my shirt down as he emerged from the bathroom.
"Leaving already?" He leaned against the doorframe, arms and legs crossed. His eyes were so intense I felt like I was burning up, melting away into nothingness on his floor. We'd just fucked for about two hours and my legs felt like jello, yet I'd never felt so alive before. He knew exactly what he was doing, making me have multiple orgasms I'd never felt so intense before. With Julius, it was always quick and half the time I would never find my release. Lucas was different. He was skilled and knew the right spots to touch.
"Yeah, I have an early class tomorrow morning. I need to get back so I can actually get some sleep before then," I lied.I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
"Sleep here, and I'll take you in the morning," he offered, but I shook my head no.
"No, it's fine. I'll get an Uber. Thanks for…this." I said awkwardly, reaching for the door. He grabbed my hand before I could turn the knob, pulling me back towards him. I crashed into his chiseled abs and powerful muscles.
"I don't get to know the name of the woman I made scream my name for the last couple of hours?" He held my chin as he spoke, making me look into his eyes.
"Why do you need to know? That wasn't part of the game, Lucas." I smirked teasingly at him.
I chose him not because he was the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on, but because I figured I would never run into him again in this large city. I didn't want to know his name, and I didn't want him to know mine. This was a distraction. It was my revenge to show Julius he didn't mean shit to me anymore. I had made a game out of tonight, leading us here. He broke the rules telling me his name so he could hear me yell it, and yell it I did.
"I told you mine." His lips tickled my jawline as he spoke. I had to fight off the effect he was having on my body. I'd never reacted in such a way to someone before. It was exhilarating.
"That was your choice. You broke the rules, but I like to follow them." I winked at him as I stepped back out of his reach.
He narrowed his eyes on me for a second before he stood straight, reminding me of his 6'2 height. He was lean, not body builder type, but toned muscles like a fighter. His thick eyebrows furrowed the slightest as he crossed his arms again.
"Fine then, I'll call you Rose."
"Rose?" I cocked my head to the side in confusion.
"For your rosy red hair." He explained.
"Real original." I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Goodbye, Lucas."
I rushed out of his apartment before he could grab me again. My heart was racing with the memories of tonight. I'd never met someone as enticing as Lucas before. I still can't believe he chose me out of all the girls that surrounded him at the bar. It definitely gave my self confidence a boost in the right direction.
I barely learned how to tame my curly red hair during my freshman year of college. The frizz was insane in high school, earning me nicknames like brillo head or flaming bush. The bullying was relentless. High school was rough, but I survived. I thrived in my studies, even though I lacked in my social skills. I made it into my dream school and am only a year away from graduating with my degree in engineering.
Hailey found me during my first year of college. We bonded instantly, and she popped me out of my bubble. She gave me a makeover like no other and showed me how to interact with others without being this awkward girl. Hailey was like my fairy godmother, or, I guess, god-sister. I dialed her number as I made my way to the elevator.
"Oh my God, Olive! How was he?" She screamed her excitement into the phone after the first ring, like she'd been waiting for my call.
"Hailey! He was uh-mazing." I told her, stepping into the elevator. "Come get me. I'll send you my location. I'll tell you everything in the car."
"I'm on my way. You better not spare a single detail!" I heard the jingle of her keys in the background.
Is it bad that a small part of me hopes I run into him again?
I woke up with a massive headache from the amount of alcohol I consumed last night on an empty stomach. I should have eaten before going out, but I was too depressed. Today, I'm more enraged than heartbroken about what Julius did. He wasted my time. He wasted me. I won't spare him a brain cell. He can keep fucking Clover for all I care. They deserve each other.
