Madam Billionaire

“Tell me how could they’ve known?” Leo was looking at the laptop screen, while Amara was talking to Peter and arguing about work in the living room.

Leo who had just joined Matteo and Paolo was conversing back in the kitchen area. Paolo was hacking the feeds to the local traffic cameras and following a man dressed in all black driving a black SUV. That exact man was seen heading away from the safehouse.

“Her phone, she was in contact with Peter. I’ve turned it off for you, here… use it as bait, hopefully, the guy is stupid enough to fall for it. Might as well hack to Peter’s I’m sure the guy is too busy to notice anything.”

Paolo scoffed at Matteo’s words making him raise an eyebrow questioning his behavior. Paolo had never expressed his opinion on anything, and to have him have an attitude about the sassy assistant was raising his curiosity.

“This is not the time Paolo.” Leo reminded him.

“What?”

Turns out Matteo wasn’t the only one who noticed his changes. Seemed that being stuck with Peter for the last twenty-four hours had made Paolo a bit too bitter to everyone else’s liking.

“I’m trying to work, but kinda hard with that perky assistant kept looking at me as if I’m his personal catnip.”

Leo smirked looking at his best IT guy, he has always known that Paolo has a soft spot for fancy boys. And he knew that a certain fancy boy was clouding his mind at that exact moment.

“Okay, eyes on the screen. Dicks tucked in, you too Matteo. We need to solve this, then you can continue to Strips and let it lose.”

“What the fuck? How did I get dragged into this?” Matteo tried to defend himself, not wanting to let his feelings easily show from the outside.

“Guys! shut up!… look at this. Fuck! I knew it!” Paolo whispered lowly to the two mob bosses in front of him. Then Leo and Matteo looked at the screen and cursed at the same time.

That was four days ago, the tension has been extra high since then. While Amara was being very quiet, and Peter had been keeping himself busy by drowning himself with more work trying not to be affected by his boss.

“Come we should get back, I don’t want us to get stuck in the afternoon traffic.”

Paolo still watches Peter, though he would change shifts with his men whenever he was needed elsewhere. But they were still basically attached to the hips.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Amara… I’ve sent you the email. I still don’t think you should go to this meeting, Matteo please advise her otherwise?”

“Peter, I’m good Matteo will be there he has guns and stuff, I think he can protect my skinny ass. Right, Matteo?” Amara was looking for affirmation from Matteo when all she gets was his head to toe look then back up and stop at her ass.

“Right, skinny ass protection. Easy.” He nodded trying not to look affected while he was pulsing with desire on the inside. His jerking-off session that morning didn’t make his desire go away.

Peter and Paolo left five minutes later leaving Matteo and Amara still hiding out at Matteo’s.

“I need your phone,” Paolo said as he takes both of them smoothly into the late afternoon traffic. They have been going back and forth to Matteo’s for the last couple of days and Paolo could see how it has affected Peter.

“I needed for work.”

“Understood, just a few minutes. I need to tweak it…”

“But the last time…”

“Won’t happen again.” Paolo cuts his words.

Two days ago they tried to set to the gunman by entrapping him to a designated point, appearing as if Amara was all alone with Peter. But then it failed when he slips through and almost endangering Peter at the same time when he finds out Peter’s true whereabouts from his employer the Hamiltons.

Since then it has been a real cat and mouse interaction with them. Trying to appear civil to each other when both sides know exactly about the attempted murder they’re trying to do to Amara.

“And I’m supposed to trust you after the last one?” Peter continue their conversation as they entered his modern bachelor pad, his pride and joy polished to perfection.

“You can’t go to the police on this one and you know it. All the evidence is circumstantial no one would go accusing the Hamiltons are killing each other without a solid one.”

Peter sighed while he gets himself a bottle of his light beer from his fridge, and offered one to his sexy guard.

Paolo took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves revealing his guns and stretch muscles printed through his crisp white shirt. He knows it gets Peter all the time and he was milking the knowledge that Peter was unsure about him.

Paolo likes to toy with his boys and he knows that he already had Peter hooked by his charm. But he’s aware that it was not the time to play, at least not yet. He needed his smarts for the gunman, he needs to make sure that he was found. It has been taking him far too long already.

“Thanks.” He took the beer, though he hates the taste of the light beer. He could never understand why people even drink light.

Must be like women with their diet cokes.

He thought to himself, and drinks the tasteless beer and gulped it down while Peter was looking at him intently.

But he was not expecting to see Peter walking out on him straight to his bedroom taking his bottle with him. Paolo could hear the shower and saw a glimpse of his scattered clothes on his bedroom floor. Peter didn’t close the door, while he could hear the man moaning in the shower.

His curiosity got the best of him and Paolo finally goes to his bedroom and saw the open bathroom door and the arousing view of Peter who was stroking himself under the shower, legs parted and facing the wall.

That was when Paolo gave up and put his bootle next to Peter’s on the side table, and slowly discarded his clothes after putting his guns at arm’s length by the bathroom counter.

And he did not expect that Peter was actually falling apart, not until he saw Peter sobbed and shuddered from what must’ve been intense stress that he has been feeling for the last couple of days.

Paolo didn’t say anything as he silently stepped under the shower and circled his hands to Peter’s waist and kiss his wet shoulder. Peter tensed but eventually breaks knowing that he had someone to hold him and let him pour all of his emotion.

“It’s okay, everything will be just fine. I promised you.” Paolo whispered and kissed his shoulder slowly. He stays and comforts Peter until the assistant turns to face him.

“Do me… have me, make me forget. Please.” Peter pleaded to the buff naked man before him.

Paolo looked straight into his eyes and caressed his jaw when he slowly lowers himself to kiss him. And it only took seconds before sparks of emotions carried their kisses to another level.

“Please… I don’t want to feel this.” His tears fall and Paolo wiped them away and slowly pushes him to the shower wall and gives him deeper and more sensual kisses.

His hands trailed down to his ass and squeezed them making him moan louder.

“More…” Peter’s voice was needy and it was pushing him to the edge and made Paolo turn him to face the wall and spread his legs wider letting out a sexy moan from Peter.

“Oh, fuck! Please more!”

Paolo took his wrists and put them above his head, and Peter awarded him with another sexy moan.

“Give it! harder… hurt me, make me forget… Paolo, please!”

Paolo could feel his desperation and he was giving his all to please the beautiful man who was squirming as he was taking his condom-covered length inside him.

He groaned from his extreme tightness.

“Don’t tell me I’m your first.”

“I won’t, please have me, ruin me…” his legs were shaking as he was coming so close to climax.

“Fucking hell Peter, you should tell me! Fuck, baby… I’m hurting you.”

“Just fuck me! I’m so fucking close!”

Paolo relents to his wishes and holds Peter’s wrists with one hand and trails his other hand to his shaft and stroking it hard and fast until Peter climax moments later. Then Paolo came hard seconds later after feeling Peter’s climax surged to him as he was still fucking him.

“Thank you.” Peter breathed out his voice.

“You’re safe with me.” Paolo slowly pulled out then turned Peter to face him and give him a long after climax kiss.