The Beautician and the Billionaire 6: Scene 6

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When Conor saw Roy and the captain sitting at the table of Maloney & Porcelli with the two other crew members, anger colored his thoughts. Everyone stood up as he approached. He shook the captain’s hand, followed by the first mate and doctor of the ship. The other two were the same age as the captain or maybe a little older. He nodded his head curtly towards Roy and sat down. Continue reading

The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 1, Scene 14

This is the last week for Episode 1! I’ll be posting the last two scenes on Wednesday and Friday. Thanks so much for reading!

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Conor’s cheek stung. “I’m sorry.”

Marie rolled off his lap and slid all the way over to the door. “Take me home.”

He turned and stared at her, sobering only slightly. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Fuck you.”

He pressed the intercom and told his driver to take them to Marie’s apartment. The memory of Charisse standing surprised when he’d entered the apartment filled his mind. He wanted to see her again, but there was no way that was happening tonight. Besides, he’d had a good time with Marie.

He tried to placate her again. “I really did have a great time with you at the party. You’re an artist in a crowd.”

“Why didn’t you just ask Charisse out?”

“She called me a rat bastard, and you didn’t.”

Marie gazed out the window. “Maybe she was right.”

Conor drew in a long breath and let it out. His dick felt like it had whiplash—she wanted him, she didn’t, she wanted him, she slapped him. Anger began to push back at his feelings of regret. She’d been good at the party, but he didn’t need to keep social connections that much. He could let them all go and still be richer than a fucking third world country. He must’ve had ten drinks, what did she expect? He could’ve said any name; he could’ve called her Elise.

God dammit. Why hadn’t he called out Elise?

After a long silence while Conor roiled, Marie asked, “So what are you doing about the building?”

The muscles on his face tightened, and he resumed his business mask. He sat up, adjusted his clothes some and turned to face Marie. “Usually I’d take it over, refurbish it and hike up the rent–”

“You can’t do that to Charisse.”

Drunk and with a frustrated dick, Conor snapped back. “What the hell is with you guys protecting her? From what I’ve seen, Charisse can hold her own.”

“What do you mean? How was Daddy protecting her?”

He was too drunk to play this game. He’d been trying to spare Marie’s feelings, but that was only making things worse. “Before your dad offered me the building, he wanted me to take you out on a date. He showed me pictures of you, and I saw one of your sister too. When I asked about her, he tried to make me forget about her.”

“That asshole. I knew it. So this is really why you asked me out?”

“No! I didn’t want anything to do with you–”

Marie punched his arm. “What the hell is so wrong with me?”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I meant I wasn’t about to take you out in trade for lost money. Even I have scruples.”

“But you would’ve taken Charisse.”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“I think it’s exactly like that, but she will never ever be yours. Daddy would never allow that, and she hates anyone in a suit.”

“Even her dad?”

“If she’d ever grow up and see him for what he is, she would.”

Sobered somewhat by the argument, he tried to figure Marie out. “Why do you put up with it?”

He felt the car slow and pull over to the curb.

She grabbed his tie and pointed her finger in his face. “You get this straight. I have never done anything I didn’t want to do. More than one of his arranged ‘dates’ has wound up with a black eye. He calls it matchmaking, and I think he really believes I might marry one of these guys. So don’t judge us. And stay the fuck away from Charisse.”

She opened her door into traffic, and a driver honked at her. After she slammed the door, the privacy glass rolled down. Raul, his driver, handed a Scotch on the rocks across to him.

Conor took it and said, “Thanks,” before slamming it down.

Roy still owed him for the lost ships. A painting or two would be letting him off easy after all the shit he’d had to put up with today. Roy and Marie wanted him to stay away from Charisse, so she was exactly what he’d go after. Tomorrow he’d call Roy’s bluff on the building and see exactly what the silent partnership deal was.

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The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 1, Scene 13

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Things heat up between Conor and Marie, but he’s still thinking about Charisse.

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Conor’s driver opened the door for Marie, allowing Conor to admire the way her skirt hitched up her ass as she climbed into his sedan. It’d been too long since he’d sought the pleasures of a woman’s body. He pictured her waiting for him on her hands and knees, and he’d get right to it. And then they could take it slowly the second time. Continue reading

The Beauticain and the Billionaire Episode 1, Scene 12

Welcome back! This scene has adult language and situations. You have been warned 🙂 

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Conor put his phone in his pocket and leaned back on the white leather couch where Marie had abandoned him for more drinks. He’d already had too many, but it felt fucking good to relax for a change. Marie had worked her magic with the Sandovals and then with the Tans. He’d reconnected socially, and the business deals would flow better.

Her hips swayed into sight, making his pants much tighter than before. It’d be good to fuck again too.

She slipped onto the couch next to him with another Scotch on the rocks. “How many drinks until you loosen up?” she asked, leaning in and showing off the tops of her breasts.

He put his arm around her shoulders. “Believe me, I’m feeling plenty loose now.”

“You’re the most uptight drunk I’ve ever seen. That’s the first move you’ve made on me all night, and it’s pretty weak.”

He leaned in, sniffing the alluring scent of her perfume. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “I don’t think it’d be appropriate to fuck you on the couch at my coming out party.”

Marie laughed. She placed her hand on his thigh and slid it up until her thumb was right by his balls. “Your coming out party?”

“This feels like the first event I’ve actually participated in in years.”

“Mmm, that calls for another drink.” Her hand left his leg and pushed his shoulder until he leaned back against the couch again.

She placed the glass on his lips. He tilted his head back, allowing her to pour the Scotch down his throat. It burned, but not as much as his lust for her. He swallowed, grabbed the glass and slammed it down on the coffee table.canstockphoto12874113

“Let’s go to my car,” he growled.

Her crimson lips curved up. He leaned in to kiss them, but she pushed him back gently. “You’re going to have to play nice as we say our goodbyes.” Her voice teased him, and the lights flickered in her eyes. The blur of alcohol softened her features and made her appear more like Charisse.

He pulled back, startled by his revelation. What did it matter? Charisse had called him a rat bastard. She didn’t want to be with him. Sobered, his mask settled the features of his face. “Of course.”

“Hey.” Her eyes questioned him, but instead of asking anything, she locked her fingers around his neck and kissed him. He parted his lips, her skilled tongue sliding up against his. He was too drunk to maintain much control. His hand found her ass and wanted to pull her onto his lap where she could grind against him, but fortunately, she broke the kiss.

“I thought I’d lost you for a second,” she said. “You brooding billionaire types are tricky.”

Instead of replying, he stood up, adjusted his pants and held a hand out to her. “Let’s get these goodbyes over. While you were getting the drink, I texted my driver to pull the car around.”

“I love a man who’s prepared.”

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