The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride(Book 2)(3)

"Elle, let's go swim and let the men talk business." Brittany grabbed my  arm as soon as I finished eating. I was grateful for the distraction  but really wanted to have my talk with Elliott.



"Sure. I need to go and put on my bikini though."



"Alright. I need to put mine on as well. I'll meet you down here in 30 minutes. Okay?"



"Sounds good." I got up and excused myself from the table.



"I'll come back to the room with you." Elliott also started to get up.



"Oh but Elliott dear, I thought we could chat about our trip to Paris  next month. I do need to know how many dances we will be going to so I  can have Henrietta buy me enough new dresses." Olivia smiles up at him  but I can see the venom in her eyes as she looks at me.                       
       
           



       



My breath catches. Paris? What was going on here? Why were they going to Paris together? I felt sick to my stomach.



"We'll talk later Olivia." I could feel Elliott staring at me.



"Okay, maybe tonight, over a nightcap?" Olivia purred. "I missed you  last night. My shoulders were aching for your strong hands."



I almost ran back to the room, holding back tears. Elliott caught up  with me at the door, as I couldn't seem to get the door open.



"Let me get it Elle." Elliott spoke softly behind me.



I stepped back without talking to him. I ran to the bathroom as soon as he got the door open and splashed my face.



"Come out Elle." Elliott banged on the door. "We need to talk."



I was annoyed, frustrated, hurt and lovesick but I knew that I needed to know exactly what was going on here.



As I walked out of the room, I noticed that Elliott hadn't closed the  door properly but he distracted me by pulling me in for a kiss before I  could close it.



"Stop Elliott." I pushed him away. I would not let him seduce me again without figuring out what was going on.



"Oh Elle, the things you do to me." He placed my hand on his member. He was hard again.



"I'm glad I turn you on Elliott. But what's going on with you and Elle?"  I pull away from him and go and sit on the edge of the bed. He sighs  and comes and sits next to me.



"Typical woman. Always has to talk first." Elliott grins at me.



"I'm not in the mood for jokes Elliott."



"Why Elle, I do believe you have finally lost that young girl reverence of me."



"Huh?"



"You've always addressed me as Mr. Branford and been so respectful, now you are a bossy little minx."



I'm not about to be sidetracked by his talk. "You and Olivia? I'm not going to be the other woman Elliott."



He sighs, "There is no me and Olivia, Elle. Yes, we've been on dates.  Yes, she accompanies me on business dinners and trips. But it's for  business and companionship."



"Have you slept together?" I question trying to keep the jealousy out of my voice.



"Not really." He averts his gaze and my heart drops.



"What do you mean?"



"We've shared a bed, yes. I've massaged her. We've made out and she's given me a blow job alright."



"Oh." I don't know what to say. I feel shattered.



"I've never made love to her Elle, or fucked her. I've never gone down  on her and frankly I don't want to. I didn't even want her to suck me  off but I was drunk and she took advantage of me. He let out a rough  laugh.



"Yeah, she took advantage of you." I scoffed. "Right." I attempted to distance myself from him on the bed.



"Look Elle, I'm in my 40's. I am a virile man. No I didn't want her to  pull my pants down and take me in her mouth but did I stop her, no. No I  didn't."



"You don't have to explain to me." I turn away from him.



"And this is why I don't date. Especially not young immature girls. I am too old to deal with this Elle. "



"Deal with what Elliott?"



"Us."



"There is no us, so don't worry. It was just a holiday fling. Go to  Paris next week with Olivia and enjoy yourself." I get up and search  through my suitcase for my swimsuit.



"Don't be immature Elle." He comes up and stands behind me, his hands going around my waist.



"I'm not immature." I keep my back to him and gasp as his hands move up and start playing with my breasts. "Elliott." I moan.



"Elle, turn around and look at me." Elliott speaks tenderly. I turn  around slowly. He is looking at me tenderly. "I need to talk to you   … without you interrupting me."



"Ok." I follow him back to the bed and we sit down again.



"Elle, when I first met you all those years ago, I was drawn to you,  like a moth to a candle." My eyes nearly pop out at his words.



"I was soo excited. I thought that here was someone I wanted to get to  know. I felt something I'd never felt in my life. And then not 24 hours  later, I find out you are my daughters roommate and only 18 years old. I  was so ashamed of myself."



"But, you didn't do … ." He puts his fingers on my lips to stop me talking.



"Elle, the fact that you are twenty years younger than me was strike  one. But the fact that you are my daughters best friend. Well that was  strike two. I had to stay away from you. You were too impressionable,  too innocent. I didn't want to act upon my attraction to you."                       
       
           



       



"But I liked you too." I pouted.



"I'm bad news Elle. I'm older and I'm jaded."



"I don't care that you're older than me."



"I backed off then because I wasn't the right man for you Elle. You are  so beautiful and kind and Brittany loves you like a sister."



"I love her like a sister too."



"I told myself I would never get involved with you Elle, it could get way too complicated."



"I don't mind complicated." I answer weakly; I reach down and rub his crotch. "I just want to be with you Elliott."



"Oh Elle." He sighs. I open his zipper and pop his cock out. I lower  myself between his legs and bend down and take him in my mouth. "I want  to please you as you please me." I feel him harden in my mouth and I  shiver.



"Elle, no, please stop, Elle." He groans my name as I bob up and down.



"You Slut," I hear Olivia's voice shout into the room and I cringe.



"Olivia, please leave the room." I feel Elliot push me off of him and stand up.



"What the fuck is that slut doing to you Elliott?" Olivia looks at me with scorn. "I heard you telling her to get off you."



"Olivia you do not know what you are talking about. Please leave."  Elliott's voice is even but I can tell he is mad. I nudge him in the arm  and point down below with my face burning. His cock is still sticking  out of his pants for all to see.



"I know when I gave you head, you didn't tell me to stop." Olivia looks  at me triumphantly. That information would have killed me if I hadn't  already known about it.



"Olivia that's enough." He doesn't even pause as he puts his cock back in his pants.



"Elliott, I have sat back long enough. That girl is using Brittany and  tried to attach herself to my son; when she realized he wasn't  interested she tried to seduce you."



"You do not know what you are talking about Olivia." Elliott grabbed her by the arm and tried to escort her out of the room.



"Don't be taken by this two bit whore Elliott, she just wants your  money. I'm sure she will try and get pregnant by you if she can so she  can stay on the gravy train for the next 18 years." I gasp and my face  pales, there was a possibility that I was pregnant, would he wonder if I  had forgotten about protection for all the wrong reasons?



"Olivia, not one more word."



"Elliott, I am seriously thinking about not going to Paris with you any  more. I will not allow you to embarrass me with these cheap  indiscretions."



"Olivia, you are no longer invited, to Paris or anywhere else. In fact,  please tell Peter that we will find our own way back to New York."



"And what about Brittany Elliott? Your daughter. Does she know you are screwing her best friend?"



Elliott narrows his eyes, "I've always known you were a catty  calculating bitch Olivia but how dare you talk like this to me. Leave my  daughter out of it and be on your way."



Olivia reached towards him and grabbed his hand. She moved it up to her  breast and let him squeeze it. "Feel it and weep Elliott, you will never  have access to these again. Don't bother running back to me when you  are done with your whore." And with that she swept out of the room.