The Billionaire's Son 8 : Always & Forever (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica)

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    The Billionaire's Son 8 : Always & Forever
     
     
    I stared out my office window, lost in thought. Blooming magnolia and crape myrtle trees dotted the manicured lawns, leaving me longing to be outside, basking in the warm sunshine. I had been cooped up in my office at Jackson's estate for hours straight, even eating lunch at my desk, searching for answers.
    It had been two weeks since the Equinox party , and since then, Derek and I had spent every moment that we could together . We were officially a couple even though we had kept it to ourselves so far . I could feel Derek's impatience growing by the day to make it public . But, I was still basking in the intoxicating throes of a brand new relationship and I was head over heels in love. I didn't want to complicate it all just yet.
    I worried about Jackson's reaction to the news and even my own parents' reaction. Derek was the son of a well-known billionaire. And he had quite the reputation as a reckless playboy. I could imagine the well-meaning lecture, word for word, from my parents about Derek. I pictured the h and wringing, the worried looks and the knowing frowns.
    Worse than my parents was the media. The paparazzi stalked Derek at social engagements , always looking for a story . My picture could end up on the cover of gossip magazines ; t hey might even dig through my past looking for dirt to dish to their readers. Even though my past was squeaky clean, except for my recent activities at The Club posing as Katia, the thought of my privacy being invaded left me queasy. And what if anyone caught wind of Katia? I knew from the icy glare that Derek's ex-girlfriend, El ise , flashed me before running off , that nothing would stop her from ruining me if she so desired.
    Derek and I spent many hours , usually in bed, discussing the situation . He was very understanding of my nervousness about it all and promised to shield me any way that he could. But I knew that once the cat was out of the bag, there would be no turning back. The repercussions for me were potentially huge. I had to be cautious.
    The first week after the party, I spent every moment that I wasn't working at Derek's townhouse. We only risked going out once. We had dinner at a restaurant where Derek knew the owner, and could assure me that no one would bother us.
    The rest of the time we stayed in. I learned a lot of things about Derek. To my surprise, he was a decent cook ; h e made delicious meal s for us several night s . In fact, he seemed to be more comfortable in the kitchen than I was. He loved sports, both as a fan and playing in various leagues himself . One night, I stayed in and watched a movie lazing on his couch, while he met up with some friends to play basketball.
    The thing that pleasantly surprised me most was how involved he was in actually running his companies . I had wrongly assumed that his wealth and his job had been entirely given to him by his father and that he was a mere figurehead at Vaughn Enterprises . In fact, Derek worked hard to manage and grow the business . He worked the same grueling hours that I put in at my job, but he often took international phone calls after business hours were long over . While I didn't fully understand his dealings , I was impressed with the depth of his knowledge and the level of his involvement when I happened to overhear several of those calls.
    A week into our new relationship, he left for a business trip. He had wanted me to come with him, but I declined. I needed time to think everything through. And I wanted to wrap up my consulting work with Jackson.
    A long week apart from Derek had me regretting my decision. Our brief phone calls were not enough. I would leave my office and return to my lonely home at night , counting the days until he returned.
    I glanced away from the window and back to the stack of papers on my desk. Sighing, I reached for my cell phone and checked my messages. Nothing new. I clicked on the last message I had

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