My Vampire Billionaire Boss, page 9
"No, it's nothing like that." Spencer was keen to make this clear, having realized where the conversation was heading. "It was entirely my idea. I chose to do it because..." Spencer's tone turned awkward. "The phone call...it was obviously still bothering you."
"I'm afraid I still don't see it," Etienne said, puzzled. "Was the dance meant to be a pleasurable distraction then?"
"The opposite, actually," he heard Spencer confess hesitantly. "As much as I hate to admit this, I did learn a thing or two in the years I've watched you date other women." She felt him flinch at her words, and she rubbed her cheek against his chest, wanting Etienne to know that she wasn't the type to hold the past against him.
"One thing I noticed was that whenever you had some pressing problem, you always seemed to be in a better mood to tackle them after---" She stopped speaking when she sensed Etienne suddenly start moving, and this time she could no longer keep herself from lifting her head.
Eep!
The sheer number of mobile phone cameras trained at their direction was a disconcerting sight, and by the time she got over it, Etienne had already carried her halfway up the stairs leading to the VIP rooms on the second floor.
"Etienne?"
He could hear the bemusement in her voice, but he had no words to give her. Wasn't even certain what he had a right to say, considering what she had admitted to.
Just remembering the numerous instances he had her driving for him and the women he had fucked in the past two years made Etienne want to smash his head in the wall. Even though he hadn't been aware at all of her feelings for him at that time, it was still something he couldn't forgive himself for. And if she had felt just as pissed about it and insisted on holding his past sins over his head, he wouldn't have blamed her for it either. But instead, she had actually found a way to use such experiences to help him.
Because she was right. His mental faculties tended to operate more effectively post sex, and no doubt she had been hoping her pole-dancing surprise would help put him in an even better frame of mind.
Spencer was too good for him, dammit, and she didn't deserve to be constantly lied to. Tomorrow, he vowed to himself. Tomorrow, he would become completely open with her. Tomorrow, he would choose to place his trust in her love and hope that Spencer loved him enough to forgive him for his deception.
But as for tonight...
Etienne nodded his thanks as a club employee escorted them to one of the vacant rooms overlooking the dance floor.
"Have a pleasant evening, sir, miss." The employee, knowing how well the billionaire tipped, pretended not to see the woman trying to bolt the moment Mr. Hirsche set her on her feet. As he closed the door, his last glimpse was of the billionaire capturing the woman's hands behind her back as he pushed her against the two-way mirror.
As the door shut closed, he heard the woman moan, the sound one of unmistakable desire and yearning, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. At least now, he knew he'd be able to enjoy his tip with a clean conscience.
Back inside the room, Spencer couldn't believe her ears when she heard Etienne slowly unzipping himself. The sound made her shudder and moisture pool between her thighs, but every time she tried to twist around or look over her shoulder, the billionaire would only press her back against the window and keep her from moving.
With one hand still holding her wrists captive behind her back, his other hand went under her dress, and she gasped at the feel of his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. A moment later, however---
Riiiiiiiip.
She whimpered, unable to believe he had ripped her underwear at a public place. "Etienne, oh God." While her little dance was meant to get him in the mood for sex, she hadn't expected them to actually do it while they were still in the club. Didn't he care how people would easily guess---
And then she felt it, his free hand guiding his cock to her moist entrance, and just the brush of the head of his cock against her folds was too much, and all thoughts of resistance fled.
Oh God.
His cock began sliding back and forth, and she could only moan, her only thought at that moment was having him penetrate her. "Etienne..." His name came out a sob. "Please..."
"Please what?" Etienne's own voice was hoarse with desire, and his fingers, upon reclaiming one bare cheek of her ass, held Spencer in a painfully tight grip as he slowly pushed an inch of his cock inside of her. "Is this what you want?"
Her eyes squeezed shut as another inch pushed in, and she moaned. A third inch went in, and it drove her crazy, with the way he was taking his time to sheathe his entire length inside of her. "Please---"
"Then tell me," he growled. "Give me the words, mi vavli." Another inch pushed in. "What do you want---"
"Your cock," she nearly screamed. "All of it, I want it---"
"Then it's yours." And he suited action to words, the remaining length of his cock shoving so hard and deep inside of her that it was like being torn apart by the most acute sense of pleasure.
"Oh God."
His hands released her as he took hold of her hips, and she couldn't help whimpering when she found herself pressing her hands against the cold panes as he thrust in and out of her. Even though she knew no one in the dance floor would be able to see them, it still felt incredibly immoral to have all those people dancing below them while he was pounding into her so forcefully that his prediction had finally come true, and her tits had popped out of her dress.
She stared down at herself, the sight of her breasts swinging in the air only adding to the salaciousness of the moment. It should've shamed her, but instead the lewdness of her appearance only made her feel hornier, her inhibitions fading as erotic sounds bounced across the room. The wet slide of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her. The sharp slaps of his balls against the back of her legs. It was just too much, too, too much, and a sob rose out of her as her wanton need for him took complete control of her senses.
He slammed into her hard at her cry, and her eyes rolled back at the blissful agony of his thrusts. "Yeeeeees." Every plunge of his cock was tortuously delicious, and found herself crying out again and again. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
It was a Spencer Etienne had never seen before, and lust consumed him as her every cry made him shudder closer to the end. Seeing her mindless with desire for him was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he quickly pulled out and flipped her around, her back against the cold, glass pane as he thrust back into her.
"Yeeeeeeees---"
And when his hand snaked down to stroke her clit, her cry turned into a scream.
"Yeeeeeeees!"
He watched hungrily as her eyes closed, her head falling back, and as her neck arched, his gaze fell on her pulsing vein.
Fuck.
The sharp sting of his fangs sinking into her flesh was Spencer's only warning, and the sound of Etienne drinking her blood, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, quickly sent her over the edge. Pleasure burst inside of her, and she could only gasp as her pussy started to quiver at the force of her release. A moment later, she heard Etienne growl against her neck just as his large, strong body jerked against her. His cock swelling to an impossible size, it began to twitch and pulsate, her walls contracting as Etienne began shooting off his seed inside of her.
Her orgasm lasted extraordinarily long, so, so endlessly long that her eyes had actually filled up with tears as her heavily swollen pussy twitched and quivered for the last time around his still embedded cock.
He tipped her chin up, his grip tightening when she tried to resist. Their gazes clashed, and he realized why she hadn't wanted him to look at her. "You're crying."
Spencer made a face at the undisguised satisfaction in his purring voice.
"Was I that good?"
"Shut up.""
But this only had him laughing as he stole her lips for a short, hard kiss before setting out to clean her up in the room's en-suite. As this part of lovemaking still embarrassed her, Spencer couldn't help turning red the moment she felt him running a wet hand towel over her folds.
"You blush over the smallest and oddest things, mi vavli."
"I can't help it," she grumbled. "You're the only one---"
Etienne tensed at the way Spencer suddenly stopped speaking.
Spencer could feel her eyes filling up again, but this time it was for a much worse reason. How could she have forgotten that Etienne was not the only man she had sex with? And it didn't matter if the other party hadn't actually made love to her in the proper sense of the word. It was still sex, and Etienne must think she was such a little hypocrite, to still be able to blush when she had also chosen to sell her virginity to a stranger.
She took a deep breath, but before she could get another word out, he had already risen to his feet and cupping her face to make her look at him.
"It's alright."
The words were completely unexpected, and tears trailed down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold them back.
"If you want to talk about it, we will. If you want to forget it ever happened, we could do that, too. It's your choice. But whatever you choose, it will not make a difference with me."
His steadfast gaze gave her strength, and the tension in her body gradually loosened. "Most men wouldn't be able to..."
"But you are not in love with any of those men, Spencer."
Oh.
"You are in love with me, and I am not the type to let the past dictate my present." It was the truth, but it was also a lie.
"If I...if I..." She swallowed hard, finding it difficult to speak. "Let's say I did want to pretend it never happened, and that I never want to talk about it. If I just wanted to completely forget---"
"Do you?"
"W-Will you?"
"If it is what you wanted." He held her gaze then, asking quietly, "Is it?"
Spencer slowly nodded.
"Then it will be as you wish. From here on, I am the only lover you had, and you will never think about any other man except me."
Chapter Seventeen
"Good morning, Ms. de Vries." Anderson paused. "Forgive me, miss. I meant, good afternoon."
"Very, very funny." Since the man was sharp as a tack, his "mistake" was definitely a dig at the very shameful fact that she had woken up at half past noon.
"Your breakfast---" Anderson paused again. "My apologies, miss. I meant lunch---" The little growl the mademoiselle emitted had the butler permitting himself a smile. While he had always enjoyed working for the prince, it was indubitably more enjoyable these days, with how easy it was to rile up the little miss.
"It's not a crime to sleep late."
"Of course, miss."
"Etienne was the one who insisted I take the day off---" But she was the one who had said yes, Spencer thought guiltily, and now, everyone at the office probably thought she was the type to take advantage of the fact she was dating the boss.
"I'm screwed," she said out loud. "Aren't I?"
"I'm sorry, miss. It is not my business to comment on other people's screwing---"
"Anderson!"
The butler decided it was high time to change the subject. "May I take you to the dining room, miss? The chef has taken great pains to prepare all your favorites."
Despite Spencer's protests and grumbling, Anderson refused to let her eat in the kitchen like she used to do and went as far as insisting on pulling her chair out for her.
"Overkill," she grumbled under her breath.
Anderson pretended not to hear this, saying, "The master left this for you, miss."
Spencer didn't know whether to laugh or groan out loud when Anderson actually served Etienne's note to her on a silver tray rather than just handing it to her. It was moments like this that made her occasionally want to pinch herself, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming and all of this was real.
Etienne's bold handwriting had her lips curving as she unfolded his note, but her pleasure quickly gave way to embarrassment as she read his message.
Just as you foresaw, last night had immensely positive results, but unfortunately, this also meant losing the luxury of being next to you when you wake up. I will be out in a meeting with Caros all day, and as I doubt I'll be able to keep my hands off you tonight, I suggest you rest while I'm gone.
P.S. I would like to visit your grandmother with you one of these days. Let me know when it is most convenient for you both.
P.P.S. If you are uninclined to rest, you might want to do a Google news search on your name to keep yourself entertained.
A Google news search? That didn't sound good at all, and Spencer tried to prepare herself for the worst as she typed her name in the search box. A moment later, and the first page of results loaded in her screen, and she choked.
Oh my God.
There were photos and videos of her pole-dancing, and even of Etienne lifting her up in his arms and kissing her. But the worst thing were the headlines that came with them, most of which were complete fabrications. One tabloid claimed she was a hooker in the past; another tabloid painted her as a former drug addict. And those were the nicest ones at that.
She called her grandmother right away, worried about how her grandmother would take the news of her sudden shot to infamy, but the moment Maura came to the phone, she realized she had become anxious for nothing.
"I told you, didn't I?" the older woman said smugly. "The first time I saw you together, I told you that he finds you attractive. Remember?"
Spencer didn't know whether to laugh or groan. "Gran..."
"He called me, you know."
Spencer shot up in her seat. "What?"
"Just this morning," Maura confirmed. "He wanted to assure me that he was serious about you, and that he hopes to come visit as soon as possible."
"Oh."
"Is that really all you can say?" Maura asked dryly. "You may be my flesh and blood, but I'm not blind, my dear. He could have any woman in this world---"
"But for some crazy reason, he chose me? Thanks for the vote of confidence, Gran."
"Bah. I raised you myself, missy. I know you're tough enough to handle the truth," Maura said gruffly, "and tough is what you'll need to be, now that you're dating your boss."
"I don't care about what other people say."
"I hope that's true. Because it truly won't be easy for the two of you. Most people will try to tear you down out of jealousy and greed, and the only way they'll succeed is if you start believing in their lies."
"So if they say I'm not in his league, that's a lie, right?"
But the older woman refused to be baited. "You are who you are," Maura said calmly, "and it was the real you that Etienne Hirsche fell in love with. Don't let yourself forget that."
Spencer couldn't help closing her eyes as she listened to her grandmother's advice. It reminded her of the old days, with Maura always being the guiding force and voice of wisdom in her life.
"I miss you, Gran."
"I miss you, too."
"Do you think Etienne and I will last?"
"It's not a matter of will or won't, child. You're going to hurt and disappoint each other sooner or later, and it won't be once or twice. It will happen again and again, and every time it does, that's when both of you have to make a choice. Do you still want it to last?"
Hirsche Enterprises had become a beehive of frenzied activity, with everyone - from the company's handful of executives to the hundreds of individuals making up its rank and file - talking (or texting) about last night's explosive news.
"And it all started with that Facebook status change," one of the company's security officers revealed to his comrade.
"Does he even know what his new status means?" a receptionist joked. "We know he's had girlfriends before, but he had never changed his Facebook status for any of them. Maybe he thinks having Spencer de Vries as his driver is already a relationship of sorts?"
"She could be blackmailing him," the nurse at the company's in-house medical facility whispered to her superior. "Things like that happen all the time to people like Mr. Hirsche. Just watch Dynasty."
"If I had known Mr. Hirsche likes his women plain," a secretary complained, "I'd have had plastic surgery to make myself uglier. I just can't believe someone like her could nab a man like him, and I'm still single. F! M! L!"
It went on and on, with everyone seemingly incapable of holding themselves back from gossiping the moment Etienne walked past them. And because they were all humans, none of them realized that no amount of whispering would have their words escape his Caro senses.
Torv was already waiting outside the building when Etienne came out, and the bodyguard-turned-driver bowed with flourish as he opened the door. "Good afternoon, sir."
"Not one word," Etienne warned.
The seven-foot hulk feigned a look of hurt. "Aw, come on, Your Highness." As he was Caro as well, he, too, had been able to overhear what the humans were saying about their boss. "Where did your sense of humor go?"
"It never existed."
But because Torv had been working for the prince for years, the older man pretended to hear nothing and launched instead into a gleeful recounting of the craziest rumors he had overheard as soon as he was behind the wheel.
"They say you're just a fool like all other the rich guys in the world, and that you fell for a gold-digger."
"I wish," Etienne muttered. Life would be a lot easier if money was the sole basis of his relationship with Spencer.
"A few others, they think you knocked her up, boss."
"Again: I wish."
Hearing this, Torv couldn't help but shoot a look of disbelief at his employer's direction, and through the rearview mirror he saw that the prince wasn't even smiling. It was true then? Etienne Hirsche actually wanted his woman round with his child?
Oblivious to the thoughts running through his driver's mind, Etienne's attention was fully focused on his phone, having seen a new message from Spencer come in.
Spencer: Hey.
Etienne: Hey back.
