John Billionaire Ch. 01

She looked at me. "Yes."

"Then what else matters?"

"I just don't know if I can handle all this." I could see the moisture in her honey brown eyes. "If you were just another guy, we could have had dinner last night and talked and who knows what might have happened? But then the Celebrity Sightings thing came on."

And I was reminded now of exactly why Nicole had gotten upset. I had just slept with Taylor. "In all fairness, Taylor has been my friend for a long time. But there's no relationship there. And I had no idea I was going to meet you in the elevator that day. If we started something together, you and me... well, I'm not a cheater."

"And I think I realized that... It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But it's not like I have any rights over you or anything. That's why I wanted to apologize. It's not very polite to kick someone out of your apartment." Nicole smiled for the first time.

"No it's not. But I understand. And apology accepted." My eyes sharpened as I looked right at Nicole. "Now, back to the matter at hand. I'm not much of a cook. So will you let me buy you dinner? Say, Friday?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, isn't that how this is usually supposed to go? We can start over fresh. I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator."

"Not that cute..." she teased.

"Hey, you just said I was cute!"

"You are, you are," she giggled. Oh, how I loved that giggle.

"Stop interrupting me." I exhaled and prepared myself. "I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator. And you're just a very pretty young lady I want to get to know a little better. Come on, I'll take you to McDonald's!"

"Ooh, big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire!"

"Nothing but the best for you. I can afford it."

Nicole laughed again and then leaned in and initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft and velvety against mine. She was just as sweet as I had wanted.

When she pulled back, I had to ask, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, yes. Friday. Pick me up at eight."

***

***THURSDAY***

Cassandra came to the door at 9am promptly, with a guest. "Good morning, Mr. Kwong."

I glared at her.

"Excuse me... Jonathan." A smile lit up her face as she called me by my first name. I think she rather enjoyed the little game.

"Better, Cassandra. How are you?"

"I'm good. It's a beautiful morning outside."

"I wouldn't know. It feels like I've been cooped up in here or in some other cold building every hour for the last week straight," I grumbled.

"Well, we'll get you outside soon enough." She then turned to her guest, a distinguished lady in her mid-fifties. "May I introduce our real estate agent."

Cassandra continued on, "The plan today is to tour some of these apartments you picked out yesterday. I've already set all the appointments. And..." she held up the paper bag with the Starbucks logo on the front and the three coffee cups in a carrier, "... I brought you breakfast."

I leaned in and inhaled the heady aroma. "Smells good."

A few minutes later, we'd finished our breakfast and I reclined into my couch while Cassandra sat next to me as our agent laid out some of the real estate dossiers. We then spent a short time laying out the itinerary we would have for visiting six apartments, the candidates for my future home.

But before we could get going, the door knocked.

Cassandra was immediately on to the door. Once opened, she offered her customary "Can I help you?"

"Who the hell are you?"

I knew the voice immediately, turning to see Taylor glaring up at Cassandra. It wasn't every day that a fashion model like Taylor met a woman taller than her.

"Taylor, that's not a very nice greeting," I admonished her. I was surprised to find I was still a little wary of my longtime friend. After all, I STILL didn't know for certain whether or not she'd set me up for the paparazzi.

"Well you still haven't answered my question." Taylor cocked her head to the side and pouted while she put her fists against her hips. And I smiled; she looked so petulant and so pretty at the same time.

"Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Cassandra offered, holding her hand out for a handshake. However, I could hear a little bit of an edge in Cassandra's tone, a sharp contrast to her gentle handling of Nicole's surprise yesterday. If Taylor was going to give her attitude, Cassandra wasn't the type to back down. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Kwong as his personal assistant. You're catching us just as we are leaving, Miss Brynn."

"Pleased to meet you." Taylor shook Cassandra's hand. "Just leaving? Where are you headed Johnny? I thought we might be able to talk." And with that, Taylor gave me her best imitation of a helpless puppy dog.

I just started laughing. And just like that, I was prepared to give her the benefit of doubt. After all, she'd been my friend for a long time, and friends don't mistrust each other. "About the whole Celebrity Sightings thing? Don't worry about it."

"Then why didn't you call me back?" Taylor came right up and hugged me.

"I'm sorry. My life's been a little crazy lately."

"I understand. A lot's happened to you." She leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. "You're forgiven."

And just like that, SHE was forgiving ME. How the hell did she manipulate me into that?

Our real estate agent interrupted the moment. "I apologize for intruding, but we do need to get going to our first appointment."

"Appointment?" Taylor looked at me.

"We're going apartment hunting. Time to find me some expensive, flashy new digs."

"Ooh! Sounds like fun! Can I come?" Taylor's puppy dog face was back.

Well, the face works. Especially on me. "Um, I suppose."

The agent helpfully added, "I'm sure the advice of your lady friend will help you make your decision."

Taylor smiled brightly, already putting her shoes back on. "Let's go!"

And so we were off. For some reason, I had a feeling in the back of my head that having Taylor around for this house hunting trip was a ticking time bomb. And yet, the day went very, very well.

The apartments themselves were all fabulous, absolutely fabulous. Each of them had fantastic views and luxurious appointments. I really couldn't go wrong with any of them.

Taylor completely geeked out on all the expensive fixtures and rich textures. Before we were done with the first apartment, I realized a potential mistake in bringing her along. She would have her own opinions as to which place I should pick, and she might also be picturing herself as the "lady of the manor" as we toured each new home.

I had to admit, the thought didn't totally bother me. Taylor was gorgeous, smart, and had a great sense of humor. She could be a little self-centered, but what fashion model wasn't? She had her own social standing, her own experience interacting with New York's elite. And she was very, very good at cheering me up.

I found myself watching the raven-haired beauty as she gushed over some lavish drapery at the window. I had a magnificent view of Central Park through the huge windows behind her, and the whole picture was simply beautiful. Even Taylor's ears looked so cute with dangling earrings peeking out behind her short, sassy haircut.

Then Cassandra cleared her through behind me, shaking me out of my reverie and calling Taylor's attention over. My friend just batted her eyes at me, brilliant blue staring right at me.

Then Cassandra directed, "We need to keep moving."

***

"I like her."

"Who?" I reached out and snagged another spider roll.

"Miss Cooper. Cassandra." Taylor had already put her chopsticks down, finished with her dinner. She ate like a bird. A very small bird.

"Hmm." I wasn't totally paying attention. We were sitting side-by-side at the bar of my favorite sushi place, OUTSIDE of my apartment, and I was going to enjoy this meal.

"She's calm, efficient, and of course very pretty. I'll bet she's a wildcat underneath that perfectly pressed business suit."

"Hmm." I started trying to get the chef's attention and order some more sashimi. And they had this weird beef-wrapped asparagus thing I wanted to try.

"Those legs are just soooo long. Like, she would be a perfect model, except of course her tits are way too big. I mean, I'm already at the big end for modeling. But maybe she could do Victoria's Secret or something. It's just so weird how she ended up a personal assistant instead."

I arched an eyebrow at her comments and offered my usual "Hmm" to let Taylor think I was listening, but satisfying my hunger was still the priority. I wolfed down two more pieces.

Taylor looked away across the bar, staring at nothing. "I guess I'd just love to get into her panties."

Okay, now I started choking. I was already quite buzzed from a couple bottles of sake and now the instant vision of Taylor and Cassandra twisting the sheets together caught me off guard.

Taylor just grinned and lightly patted my back as I fought back the tears in my eyes and caught my breath. "I haven't been with a woman in like, two years! And she is quite hot."

"Can we talk about something other than you seducing my assistant?"

"Fine, fine. Did you decide on one?"

I paused to pound back the rest of my sake and clear my throat out. "Not yet. But I'm leaning towards the penthouse on 5th Avenue with the wide views of Central Park."

"Really? I would have thought you'd have gone for the corner place on Park Ave. It's certainly more luxurious and a lot bigger."

"Maybe, but (A) I don't need the room and (B) I figure I can always pay for more luxury. I can't buy a Central Park view like that over on Park Ave."

"So that's the one, huh?"

"I suppose so... Just think, in about a month you'll be visiting me in my luxurious penthouse!"

"Visiting?!" She slapped me on the arm. "Oh, no. You get a place that fancy and I'm moving in with you!"

I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she was serious or not. "Oh, no you're not. I want the place all to myself!" I laughed, trying to make a joke out of it.

She caught my hesitation, and then leaned in close until her shoulder was pressed against mine and her dainty nose was just an inch away from my face. And in a quietly serious, husky voice, she offered, "Well, give a girl a chance to change your mind."

***

I had a hard time getting my key into the door lock, what with Taylor's tongue buried in the back of my throat. It was a kiss that could only be described as 'ferocious', and it also deprived me of my ability to see with any clarity.

By some miracle, I fitted the key and then we burst into my apartment. Taylor wasted no time, and once inside she physically slammed me against my own front door, pinning me in place as she sank to her knees and began opening up my jeans.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I sighed in resignation. I'd had the idea of winding up in my bed, but Taylor apparently wasn't going to wait that long.

But as my eyes rolled back down, in the corner of my eye, a red circle caught my attention. Perhaps my subconscious was looking for it; I don't know why else I would have noticed it. And as my eyes focused I saw the red circle was on my calendar, hanging on the wall next to me.

Tomorrow's date, Friday, had been highlighted, and in the middle of that circle was a simple word: Nicole.

Almost immediately the sake fog clouding my brain lifted somewhat, and I half- crawled out of my own skin trying to get myself away from Taylor before she managed to slurp my erection into her mouth.

"What's wrong?" she quickly asked as I tried to hobble away, bare-butt naked with my jeans around my ankles.

"Oh, crap, Taylor. I shouldn't do this."

She didn't like the tone in my voice. "Why the fuck not?"

I managed to get my jeans back up around my ass, sort-of. "I've got a date tomorrow. And I really like this one."

"So? That's tomorrow. What does that have to do with tonight? Is she your girlfriend?"

"Well, no."

"How many dates have you been on with her?"

"Uh, well tomorrow will be our first."

"Oh, COME ON. We've been through this before. When you've had a girlfriend, I've been good and stayed away. But this is different. You don't have a girlfriend. You're not even DATING yet. And I'm fucking HORNY!" Taylor was now the very picture of a pissed-off supermodel, standing with one hand on her hip while she fixed me with the evil-glare-of-certain-death-if-I-didn't-give-her-an-answer-she- liked.

I didn't really have an answer for that.

"Come on... it's only a blowjob..." she cooed.

"Just a blowjob?"

"I promise. Now please? I've got a craving for cum..." Taylor's puppy dog face was back. I never stood a chance.

Without me saying anything else, Taylor saw the change in my demeanor and she began stalking me once again.

I sagged back into my couch, acquiescent as Taylor pulled my jeans down once again.

My cock was only half-hard, but reacted somewhat as she blew a cool stream of air across its tip. But then Taylor leaned back and began to undress herself. First to go was her blouse, and then she reached to the front clasp of her lacy bra. "I have to admit, I can't decide if I want to swallow every drop of your sperm, or if I want to feel its hot stickiness splash all over my big tits." Damn she was sexy as she pouted in mock indecision.

And without even touching me, she'd gotten my dick rock hard once again.

Taylor hovered over the waving end of my rod. She opened her mouth wide, carefully placing it around my cock without letting any part of it actually touch her. She exhaled then... hot, moist air surrounding my sensitive nerves and driving me absolutely crazy.

"You're teasing me," I complained.

"Yes, I am."

I HAD wanted to just lay back and let her have her way with me. I wasn't going to take an active role in my imagined infidelity to Nicole. It would be a very small moral victory, but one I wanted.

It was a victory I would not achieve. And with a pained roar I lashed out, seizing Taylor's head in my hands and forcibly shoving her onto me.

Taylor was able to open her mouth wide, and a second later Taylor's lips were pressed all the way up against my crotch, my cock a couple of inches into the tunnel of her throat.

"Stop teasing me." I released the tight grip holding her while leaving my hands on her head.

Taylor hummed as she pulled back, never quite pulling off and giving me a wide grin as her eyes flashed up to mine. And then she looked back down as she focused on pleasuring me.

At first, it was just her head bobbing up and down on me while I held the back of her head in my hands. I let my head roll back and groaned as I felt the warm, exciting sensations shooting up and down my shaft.

Taylor kept up a steady rhythm for the most part, but for a brief moment, she froze and moaned softly around my cock. Her shoulder twitched a little as I noticed that her right arm was moving, even as her head continued its up and down motion. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I now realized that Taylor was playing with herself while she blew me.

She had to pause a few more times as she brought herself to higher and higher levels of self-inflicted ecstasy, and at the climactic moment, she thrust her way all the way down to the base of my cock once again, deep threading me at the same time as she orgasmed.

I could feel the tremors shooting through her body all the way through her throat wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. It was an exquisite earthquake of vibration as she moaned, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she rode out her climax with my cock filling her mouth.

Once that was done, Taylor sat back for a moment, catching her breath and wiping away the tears from her eyes. But then when she'd composed herself, she fixed me with a sharp look. "Time to finish you," she said. And then her hot mouth was on me once again.

After only a few more minutes, Taylor's expertise had me whimpering in anticipation of what promised to be a very, very good orgasm. Her talented fingers came into the mix, nails of her left hand lightly scratching at my balls while she circled my pole with her right hand in a tight grip and stroked me.

"Fuck... Taylor..." I groaned.

She just looked up at me, so pretty, her eyes a royal blue that began its edging towards violet as she watched the rapturous expressions crossing my face. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as she continued to pump me. She barely blinked even as my eyes fluttered as she pushed me to the edge of my orgasm.

My hips suddenly twitched and I was sure she could feel the tension in my balls, so Taylor backed off quickly and began stroking my cock with both hands as she aimed it right at her face.

My first shot drew a line straight from the bridge of her nose and down to her upper lip. The second spurted right into her mouth, which she closed and immediately began murmuring happily as she swallowed. And without stopping the motion of her hands she pumped out the rest of my jizz onto her chest, where little puddles of my cum oozed down between her naked breasts.

I wanted to lay back and fall asleep in that moment, but the sight of Taylor covered in my cum held my attention on her even as the rest of my body sagged.

She smiled and used a finger to scoop up some of my cream, popping it into her mouth and sucking like a lollipop.

Still smiling, Taylor got up, completely topless. "I'll be right back," she husked as she grabbed her purse and her clothes and went into my bathroom. We hadn't taken the time to slip off her shoes, so her heels clacked loudly on my wood floors with every step.

I fully expected Taylor to emerge fully clothed and ready to say goodbye. She'd gotten her own orgasm and she'd gotten her taste of cum. After all, she'd promised it would be just a blowjob.

I should have known better.

Taylor came out almost completely nude. She was still wearing her jewelry and she was still wearing her heels. But that was it.

And so with an impish grin on her face, Taylor came right up to me and began pulling me off the couch.

"Taylor, you promised," I whimpered.

"Yeah, I lied." The phrase so casually fell from her lips, but then she was pulling off my shirt and pressing her hard nipples into my chest. Then she leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Besides, for all you know this is your last night in this bed. We have to give it a warm sendoff." And then she licked my ear.

My knees were turning to jello, and yet they were still much stronger than my resolve. I managed to kick my shoes off, quickly followed by my jeans and then I was as naked as she was, except for her high heels. Those I wanted her to leave on.

I held Taylor's head in my hands as I kissed her, filling my nostrils with her spicy sweet scent. And for just a moment, we had a quiet peace. I was filled with all the desire and affection I had for this woman. She was so sexy, so vibrant, so attractively self-confident. I knew I could be happy with this woman who had been such a dear friend for four years, even if she was a little self-centered.

I wouldn't have minded just standing there, folding our naked bodies around each other and enjoying the simple pleasure of a kiss. But like usual, Taylor was in charge and she pulled me towards my bedroom.

The shades of my window were open, letting in the moonlight which cast the entire room in soft shadows. In this light, Taylor's clear eyes glowed a light grey, and her smile alone lit up this room.

She leaned back onto my bed and pulled me on top of her where we began to kiss slowly. So many of our encounters over the years had been rough and ready fuck sessions. We were both terribly in a hurry and filled with lust for each other that we always ended up attacking each other in a frenzy.

But on a few occasions we simply made love. And it seemed like this was going to be one of them. Taylor hand was gently caressing my cock, and my fingers were not idle at her wet box either. Our tongues dipped and delved within each other's mouth while Taylor's other hand stroked along my spine.