Madam Billionaire

“Amara, it’s time. We need to get ready.”

She snuggled in closer to him, telling him that she didn’t want to. But her will was nothing compared to the brute’s as he easily picked her up and stands her to the drawers where her clothes were.

“Just get dressed, your stuff will be taken care of.”

“But…”

“Do you want me to dress you?”

“I thought…”

She was stalling, she didn’t want to get back to reality. She wanted to be cocooned in his arms, feeling safe and secure. While Matteo was always on time. That was when he kissed her to get her attention, and she did focus when he abruptly ended the kiss.

“I don’t like making people wait, and I work on schedule.” He caressed her hair and kissed her once again this time pulling her and squeezing her ass cheeks until she moans in his kisses.

“Okay.” She smiled sweetly liking his way of convincing her to do things his way.

They were in Lombardi’s private jet three hours later. The flight was making her mood change, but thankfully Peter was there to accompany her. While Matteo was busy conversing with Paolo regarding their security details in the back area of the plane.

Though the Hamiltons were all dead they still need to lay low. They need to make sure that the press was not on her tail and that there were no other threats attached to her name. Matteo looked at her as she gazes out the jet window. He could already imagine what she must’ve thought.

“Okay, you need to focus or Leo is going to have our heads if you screw this up. She’s not to be touched… wait, fuck… you couldn’t keep your dick tucked in can’t you?” Paolo whispered lowly as he accused Matteo.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“I… we, damn it!… look, you’re in this thing too. I know you’re fucking the pretty boy. So no judging when you can’t even keep yours in your pants.”

Both guys were still arguing when the flight attendant told them to put on their seatbelts because they were arriving in Key West.

“Look, just don’t screw this up.”

Paolo nodded to him as both men returned to their seats.

“Hey, how are you?” Matteo took her hand after Peter takes back his seat next to Paolo when the plane was about to land at the airport.

“I’m good. I guess. I’m taking one step at a time.” She looked at him with a glimmer in her eyes, she was trying to hide her feelings but somehow he knows.

While in the back seat Peter was still agitated by Paolo who seems to work more than his workaholic self.

“What?” Paolo asked when he felt that Peter was staring at him.

“Nothing,”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been busy. But we will continue our thing tonight okay?”

“What thing?” Peter was upset that he refers to what he thought was the start of a relationship as a thing.

He winced at his wound when his laptop nicked it as he was trying to put it away.

“Careful.”

“Mm-hmm.” Peter was silently being dramatic and Paolo took a deep breath knowing that’s how pretty boys act. He should’ve gone with jocks, those men would surely be less dramatic.

The group arrived at a hotel an hour after landing. The beachy feel surrounded the area, and Amara was enjoying the view up until they reached the grand lobby of the hotel.

The hotel staff greeted Matteo and Paolo in a casual business manner making both Amara and Peter assume that the hotel was one of Lombardi’s properties. And they were right when the concierge appeared to be extra friendly to Matteo.

He was ignoring her small little touches, but Amara was actually annoyed that he didn’t tell her to back down and be more professional.

“Okay, so… two suites, the best ones available,” Matteo told the woman, she typed and swiped the two card keys and handed them to Matteo. Obviously, with an additional touch to his hand, even Peter noticed it and he looks at Amara who couldn’t seem anymore pissed at the woman.

But Matteo was busy talking to Paolo and one of the security guys to notice the woman’s touch. So Amara collects one of the keys and grabs Peter’s hand.

“Let’s go, I need to lay down.”

“Oookay…” Peter replies to his sassy-looking boss and follows her to the elevator only to be stopped by Paolo and Amara grabbed by Matteo.

“No, you’re with me. Protocol.” That’s all Paolo said to shut him up and made Peter stay still beside his tall buffed body.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Matteo took her wrist and grabbed the key card.

“I’m going to my room with Peter, wait where is he?” she pouted when she saw he was being held behind by Paolo.

“You’re with me, protocol. Peter will be with Paolo.”

“Right okay, you can catch up with the nice concierge lady while I go to my room. Give me the key.” She breathed out her words in annoyance.

“Our room, wait…” Matteo grabbed her arm and ushered her to the elevator that had just opened.

“My bags…” she tried to tiptoe to call her trusty assistant.

“Someone will get it, now… tell me… are you jealous of the nice lady?”

She scoffed at his referral of the touchy woman before.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He pulled her closer as the elevator door closes.

“I’m not…”

She didn’t get to finish her words when he pushed her back to the elevator wall and kissed her passionately, his hands holding her neck while his thumb caressed her cheek.

He pulled back suddenly when the elevator dinged, signaling that they had arrived on their floor. Her lips were plump from the kiss, and she was trying hard to maintain her calmness when they passed an elderly couple.

Matteo looked pleased with himself while his arm draped to her shoulder and keep her close to his side. Her insides were doing jumping jacks, she didn’t get the how, and the why but one thing she knows was that she was liking his arm over her shoulder.

Meanwhile, down in the lobby, Peter was pissed when he was actually being told to sit down while Paolo was back to talking to the security guy. In Italian. Clearly, he didn’t want the conversation to be heard.

So our perky Peter decided to go to the bar and start drinking the tropical alcoholic beverage. He was being chatty and flirty with the bartender when Paolo finally found him.

“I told you to stay in the lounge.” Paolo hissed at perky Peter.

The bartender excused himself as he recognized Paolo as one of his bosses and gave them some privacy. Peter looked at the tall bear in front of him and decided to pour his margarita to Paolo’s tailored suit.

“That’s it!”  Paolo groaned and grabbed our pretty Peter to his shoulder and carry him straight to the elevator.

“What the fuck! hey! put me down, you big oaf!”

People were looking at them but his security guy was telling everybody that Peter was drunk, and his brother was taking him back to their room.

They took the first elevator door that was opened and Paolo didn’t let him down until they’ve arrived at their suite.

“You’re not my boss! you don’t get to… oh…”

Peter’s words were cut by Paolo’s harsh kiss. He was stripping his suit and the rest of his clothes off. He was walking towards Peter while the once snappy assistant was walking backward actually afraid of his rage yet eager at the same time.

He was looking at Paolo in his tight black briefs standing inches from him. His erection was evident and he moaned when he took Peter’s hand to stroke his bulge.

And Peter finally stopped when the back of his knees touch the end of the king-size bed.

Oh hell…