Baby With My Billionaire Enemy

Chapter One - Wes 2 Chapter Two - Eloise 8 Chapter Three - Wes 13 Chapter Four - Eloise 18 Chapter Five - Wes 23 Chapter Six - Eloise 30 Chapter Seven - Wes 34 Chapter Eight - Eloise 41 Chapter Nine - Wes 45 Chapter Ten - Eloise 50 Chapter Eleven - Wes 59 Chapter Twelve - Eloise 67 Chapter Thirteen - Wes 76 Chapter Fourteen - Eloise 82 Chapter Fifteen - Wes 89 Chapter Sixteen - Eloise 96 Chapter Seventeen - Wes 102 Chapter Eighteen - Eloise 109 Chapter Nineteen - Wes 114 Chapter Twenty - Eloise 120 Chapter One Wes I was tempted to take the stairs to my brother's penthouse as I loved a good challenge but catching Alexandra Newton step into a nearby elevator was too hard to resist. I slipped in beside her and smiled, she seemed shorter than most models, but since I love petite women, it didn't matter. For the past couple of weeks, I'd been dreaming of Alexandra, waking up with a stiff shaft after some pretty intense dreams. This was unusual since I had enough women at my disposal to keep my interest. Clearly, that billboard I'd seen weeks ago stuck with me, the one with her barely covered body advertising some new perfume. The elevator moved; she was across from me, looking at the ceiling. "Hey, forgive me for saying this, but I can't stop dreaming of you. Those full sultry lips drive me mad in bed each night I go to sleep." Her eyes met mine, and she smiled for a moment, almost laughing, which annoyed me. Women didn't laugh at my charms; most women melted before I ever laid a hand or tongue on them. The elevator started making weird noises, then suddenly cranked to a screeching halt with a slam. “Oh my god!” Her knuckles were white as she gripped the rail behind her. I could see the intense fear in her eyes. I knew this was my chance to turn on the charms. Before this night was over, she would be in my bed, in my arms, if not sooner. "Easy baby, it's okay. It's just a little bumpy; in a minute or two, they'll have it up and running." Those beautiful blue eyes looked about ready to cry. I couldn't have any of that; it would ruin the night we would spend together after my brother’s engagement party. I wasn’t sure where she was headed but thought for a moment some conversation would at least distract her while I focused on those ruby lips. I could barely focus, thinking of how they would feel on my shaft and how much I wanted to kiss and taste them. “So where are you headed, beautiful? I saw your billboard a few weeks back, you fill out that sexy lingerie pretty darn good. Although I have to say I thought you were taller.” I gave her the once-over from head to toe, devouring every inch of her. I could hardly contain myself from reaching across the stopped elevator and running my hand up those legs to feel if she was wet. I was surprised she said nothing at first, intrigued when she gave me the once-over from head to toe. "My ex-boyfriend's engagement party and his name is Danny." The words came out with a slight quiver in her hoarse voice. This was going to be too easy; she was headed to my brother's place for his party. I didn't know how Alexandra Newton knew him, but I hoped he hadn't sampled the goods yet; I hate sloppy seconds. "Me too." There was a long silence, and I could see our few words had yet to reduce her fears. Those beautiful eyes were still filled with anxiety. "Well, we can show up together then. So how do you know Danny?" Before I got to say anything else, a voice came across the intercom. "Sorry folks, you might be in there for a little bit. The maintenance guy is out sick, and we have to bring in another guy. He’s on his way and we will have you out of there as soon as we can.” I could see she was even more scared when she heard that. I knew I had to do something, so I stepped closer to her, ready to taste those succulent lips. She didn't speak, and I could see in her eyes that fear faded and was replaced with curiosity, so I kept moving one step at a time. I couldn't have fallen into a better spot at that moment; here I was in an elevator with Alexandra Newton, the new model for Blissful Perfume. The woman who'd been entering my dreams for weeks and causing a lot of intense sexual fantasies was standing in front of me. She was afraid, her emotions high, and I could use it to my advantage to get her into my bed. If I was lucky, I could convince her to forget my brother's party and send a gift instead while joining me in my bed for an all-night fuck fest. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be here soon, and you’ve got me to keep you company. You're not alone.” I closed the distance between us and stood right in front of her. I could feel her warmth, the hot, electric energy I felt when I knew I was sexually compatible with a woman before touching her. Those blue eyes looked at me pleadingly. “You don’t understand, I have a fear of elevators. I knew I should have never gotten on this thing. I hate elevators. God, we are going to die in here!” She looked at the control panel on the elevator as if wil ing it to work. "No, we're not." I reached out a hand to caress the side of her face, prepared to take it up a notch when the lights went out, and we were left with the dim secondary lighting. Before