One Night With A Billionaire(67)

Cade: Can you talk?

Kylie: Wow, it’s really late. You’re still up?

Cade: Just woke up. It’s seven a.m. London time. Did you miss me?

Kylie: I might have. Just a bit.

Cade: I missed you and those sumptuous breasts of yours. My pillow didn’t feel half as good under my head as they do.

Kylie: Is this your way of trying to finagle a photo of them out of me?

Cade: Is it working?

Kylie: Are my panties still up on the table?

Cade: I’m afraid I have to keep them a bit longer. They . . . kept me company last night.

Kylie: You naughty boy.

Cade: Being with you makes me naughty.

Kylie: Just for that sweet comment, I’ll attach a picture.

Kylie: Did you get it?

Cade: Christ almighty.

Cade: That . . . is incredible.

Cade: I think I need a moment. And a private room. And possibly a cold shower.

Kylie: They’re just boobs. Big naked boobs.

Cade: They are not just boobs. They are THE boobs. The best boobs I have ever seen.

Kylie: You’re quickly earning yourself another picture tomorrow. But I want one of you, too.

Cade: Alas, my boobs are less magnificent than yours.

Kylie: First of all, “alas”?? You texted me “alas”??

Cade: You texted me “finagle” the other day!

Kylie: Second of all, I don’t need a boob shot of you. I need a picture of your handsome face.

Cade: I can do that. Sending later . . . if I get another shot of your lovely face in with your boobs.

Kylie: I can do that.


Next day

Daphne: My show was great tonight. Ur welcome!

Cade: Good job.

Daphne: So when r u coming 2 see me again?

Cade: Soon, Daph. I’m busy with work right now.

Daphne: Ugh. U and ur work. Why do I even bother?

Daphne: Ur not fucking around on me, r u?

Daphne: Hello? Cade?

Daphne: Cade?


Two days later

Daphne: I’m sorry. Talk 2 me.

Cade: Sometimes I don’t know what to say to you.

Daphne: Sometimes I don’t know what goes thru my head.

Daphne: Just be here 4 me, k?

Cade: Daphne. You know I care for you. But you also know we’re not together.

Daphne: Not . . . YET. But I’m working hard. Clean as a whistle. Yessiree.

Cade: That’s great. Has your manager been helping you get clean?

Daphne: Naw, I got this covered.

Cade: Would you be willing to take a test just to prove it?

Cade: Hello?

Cade: Daphne?

Daphne: Gotta go talk 2 u later bb!



The last two weeks had been two of the longest in Cade’s memory. Never before had he been so antsy to get away from business. Never before had he regretted the endless schedule of meetings followed by corporate dinners and happy hour cocktails. Never had he felt the intense desire to cancel his entire schedule and just say Fuck it, you know what? Your schematics are fine. No need to have additional meetings.

He couldn’t, of course. There were always more meetings, more vendors to schmooze, more charities to talk with, more doctors to consult, more legal documents to review, more everything that required at least Cade’s opinion on the subject.

And when there weren’t meetings, there were presentations and spreadsheets to review, materials and numbers and findings and projections for the next year that had to be carefully consulted, questioned, and then more meetings to discuss all of that.

Thank God for his personal phone, at least. It was the only thing that kept his sanity.

“Where to, Mr. Archer?” the limo driver asked him as he opened the door.

Cade checked his watch. Nearly midnight. He’d just flown in to Dallas from New York after locating where Daphne’s most recent show was at. Right about now, Kylie would be packing up her things and preparing to leave the backstage area and head back with the rest of the crew to the hotel. “American Airlines Center,” he told the driver.

“Catching a show, sir?” the man asked.

“Catching someone that was at the show,” Cade replied.

The car left the airport and started to weave in and out of the maze of Dallas streets. Cade pulled out his phone and thumbed through the pictures from the last two weeks. Kylie had sent him a new selfie daily, and each one was hotter than the last. The one from today had been on his phone when he’d woken up this morning. He’d masturbated to it.

Twice.

There was just something about Kylie that did it for him. He pulled up the photo, gazing at her in the see-through lacy black bra, kneeling on the bed. Her legs were folded, hiding her pussy, but it was clear she was wearing no panties, and her lush thighs were encased in silky black stockings. The shot was of her body, but he could just barely see her sexy red lipsticked pout in the corner of the photo.

He loved all the photos she’d sent him, though. He flicked through them, cock aching at the sight of each one. The first photo she’d ever sent had been nothing but a shot of her breasts, full and plump, the pink nipples taunting him. The next one had been her lovely face, her tongue out and licking a lollipop that made him imagine his cock instead of the candy. From there, it had been a mixture of face and body shots, and she was more gorgeous in each one.