Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(149)

I pause again. Brittney looks at me and takes another step closer, putting her head on my chest.

"We had a huge fucking fight. He told me that I'd be nowhere if it  weren't for him. Tried to pull a gun on me, but eventually I bought him  out," I tell her as I wrap my arms around her. "He took that money and  tried to clean up, but he also started a porn company with the express  intention of taking me down," I say.

She nestles her head into my chest and I think back to all the times in the past Simon has tried to fuck me over.

"The entire business plan of Connors Media is to take me out," I tell  her. "He's using hate to chase after me. He used his hate at being  thrown out of the company to become the second largest pornography  distributor in the world. And it's likely that he's using hate now to  try and stop me from ascending to another industry altogether."

I sigh, finishing my sentence. Brittney is holding onto me, not looking at me, but comfortable to be close.

"You okay, babe?" I ask, running my hands over her body.

"I will be," she says to me and I wonder how this story could affect her  so much. If she were working with Simon, it's possible she may be  having second thoughts after hearing this.

Normally, having her firm body pressed up against me does wonders to  make me forget everything, and for a moment I draw in the smell of her  shampoo.

Brittney feels the same way and it's not long before I feel her tiny  hand navigate under the folds of my robe. She unties the sash, opening  it up, and with total concentration, brings her hands to my cock, slowly  jerking me off.

She looks up at me and gives me a lascivious stare. "Thank you for  trusting me with that, Ethan," she says to me. "It meant a lot to me."

I smirk at her. She's in the mood to play. Well, fuck, so am I.

"How much?" I ask her, grinning.

She doesn't answer with words, but rather by sinking to her knees and running her tongue over the tip of my cock.

Finally. Something good is happening this morning.





112





Brittney





Five thousand.

That's how many dollars I'm spending every month to keep a one-bedroom  apartment near Riverside Park even though I spend most of my nights with  Ethan at One57. I don't mind the cost, really. I mean, I'm not  complaining about that. Besides, it gives me a sense of independence.  Until I'm completely honest with him, I don't think I'd be comfortable  moving in with him. I mean, you tell me, has he ever once told you  anything about wanting me as his girlfriend? Or that we're exclusive?

We haven't had that talk on my end.

What?

I swear. We haven't had any sort of discussions … oh, wait, we had that one time.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and we had both gone out to some party  the night before. It was a cast party I think for someone who was  leaving the set of Hamilton and we had both had too much to drink.

We woke up the next morning slightly hung over. After eating a greasy  breakfast over at the Red Eye Diner, Ethan looked over to me.

"You get that hang over horniness, babe?" Ethan asked, his hand on the small of my back as we crossed the street.

How did he know? All I wanted that morning after food and water was to  get his giant cock inside of me to scratch an itch. But I was too much  of a lady to say anything. Instead, I looked over at him once we crossed  the street.

"Let's wait till we get upstairs and I'll show you," I told him. He smirked at me.

He wasn't smirking ten minutes later as his hands were grabbing my tits  and squeezing my ass as I desperately shucked myself over and over on  his thick, hard cock and came. Then, he turned me over on all fours and  fucked me doggie until I had another orgasm. He fucked me on the sofa,  then moved to the balcony where he bent me over the railing and drilled  me, and then brought me inside and fucked me missionary where he came  all over my tits. And he came in gallons. It was intense.         

     



 

I scooped it all up with my fingers. Yummy.

Okay, yeah you're done listening to my crazy sex life with my hot handsome stud, but this is the important part.

As we lay naked on the sofa together, Ethan turned to me.

"You have enough clothes for next week?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "I thought you like it when I'm naked," I replied, doing my smart ass thing that I use on him sometimes.

"Yeah, but you know, to go to work and shit," he replied.

"I'm usually naked at work, filming scenes for I.E.," I told him.

"Fuck, if you need to go to your place and get your shit, I'll help," he said, getting annoyed at me.

I turned over to him. I knew what he was going for. But I didn't want to have that conversation.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked him with a pout.

I knew it would fuck with his head.

I know, why did I spoil the chance?

Because I was scared, I think.

I don't know, hun. I'm fucked up in the head. After Robert. After running away.

Ethan just dropped the subject and went back to watching television. Which at the time was fine by me.

Now I'm wishing I had told him that it might have been easier to just  move in-that this going back to my apartment over and over to get things  was time consuming. Because an hour after our conversation, that's  exactly what I had to do. Trek all the way uptown and get my stuff.

But, no! Don't you dare tell him that.



Seven.

That's how many times I've had to go visit Simon. Go give him progress reports on the I.E.

Thank God Simon has no way of knowing that I've actually tried it on.  That I've had sex with Ethan on the I.E. Thank God he doesn't know just  how utterly realistic and life-changing that device is-how much it's  going to revolutionize pornography as we know it.

But still, he has questions. He has threats.

"Aren't you telling me that you're the one who's going to be the face of  it?" Simon asked me on the last time that I went there to give him my  report. "That you're going to be the star?"

I nod my head. I didn't know what else to tell him. He dipped his head  onto his desk and used a $100 bill to do another rail. When he was  finished, his eyes were bloodshot.

"So, you're not only taking the money that I'm paying you to infiltrate  Illicit Entertainment," Simon said snidely before taking some coke and  using his fingers to slide them over his gums. "But now you're also  going to be a star again?"

I shrugged. There wasn't much I could do to respond to him in a way that he'd be satisfied.

"I hired you for a job, Ms. Roman," Simon said to me, getting up from  his chair, his body already tweaking. "I expect you to carry it out or  be prepared to face the consequences."

I mean, each time I see Simon, it's pretty much the same formula every  time around. I give him my progress report, which isn't that much  progress, and then he gets upset at the lack of progress and follows by  threatening me.

That's the same thing that happened this time. I'm hoping that's the same thing that happens next time, and the time after.

Although last time, Simon ended the meeting by glaring at me.

"For three months, I've asked you to get me a copy of the prototype!" he yelled at me.

"They only have one working copy!" I yelled back at him. "Not even he's  alone with it. I'd have to sleep with half the office to get them to  turn the other way while I take it," I shot back.

The thing was, and I had been thinking this for a while-once we get  close enough to the launch date, maybe that buggy old prototype that  they were working on would get me out of this mess.

"Never mind about stealing the physical prototype now," Simon said  however, dashing my hopes. "It's too late to do anything with it. What  you need to do is get me the underlying computer code that runs the  software," he said. "A copy that actually fucking works. Unlike your  brain, which doesn't apparently."

I remember looking at him and blinking.

"Simon, how do you even expect me to do that that?" I asked him. "I  barely know how to use SnapChat. Last time I tried I brought what you  said was junk."

But all Simon did was look at me and smile evilly.

"If there's a will, there's a way darlin'," he hissed. "This is what  happens when you dilly dally on getting the prototype. If you had just  gotten that, it would have been a lot easier. But I guess you'll have to  be extra clever now. Or maybe you want me to just call Robert up on the  phone so you can say hi?"

I nodded and left.

Little does he know that Walter and I already had the plans once …  and  the beta computer code …  all downloaded on a USB drive. But by the time I  gave it to him, it had become junk.

But yeah, I guess I keep that information to myself. I'll also keep to  myself that Walter and I talked about whether we even want to try again  to steal the computer code, or we try for the physical prototype. I  don't want to tell Simon any of our plans. It's the only way I can keep  some sort of control over this fucked up situation.

I don't know what else to do, okay?

I can't let him point Robert in my direction. Not after what he put me  through. I mean, I ran away from porn and moved across the country to  get away from him.