The Billionaire's Son

Life As We Know It

Anthony's father signs the documents as quickly as he can with a grin etched onto his face. My hands seem to be restless in my lap and I almost start to feel anxious. I don't know if it's such a good idea as I watch him sign the documents. Father already hates you though, so what's one more reason?  I think to myself. 

"I'm glad Anthony thought of this, Aubrey. I hope you know how thrilled I am to be in this partnership with you." 

I smile, trying to make the nerves fly away. 

"Of course. How soon are you thinking about starting construction on the hotel?" 

He looks towards Anthony with such a nonchalant look drawn onto his face. "Well, as it is your hotel, I'm thinking we can start construction soon." 

I smile. 

"That's wonderful news to my ears, Mr. Davidson." I look down at the documents and run my fingers over the coarse paper. "I'm very delighted that you are giving me this opportunity." 

He smiles. 

"I best be going, Ms. Smith. It's time for me to get ready for my wife and I's lunch date." He gives an awkward hug to Anthony. But, once the door gets closed I can't help but stand up and walk towards Anthony. 

A smirk spreads across his face and I can't help myself. My arms go around his neck and his arms go around my waist pulling me in close. Our lips are so close that I start to feel that ache spread around my lower half. His lips touch mine and it's like slow fire. Our lips slowly touching, taking every step like it could be our last. 

Once my ass hits the back of the table, I sit on top of it. His legs go in between mine and his lips go down my neck, slowly attacking every spot with lips and teeth. I already know that the small little bruise will be against my neck later today, which makes me extremely happy. Why can't I show off what's mine? 

His hands play with the bottom of my blouse. They rest at the hem, slowly trying to pull the shirt off and over my body. I lift my arms so he can get it off quicker, and once he throws it towards the window, I can't help but smile at him. This is a goofy smile, and I just don't know why. 

Anthony's hand goes to my chin and he pulls my lips closer to his again. My smile soon fades into the kiss. The gentle chill going over my chest and making me feel alive in every way. My head gets thrown back when he kisses the right spot on my neck. I feel almost light-headed with lust. As his hands make their way towards the zipper in my skirt, I start to ready myself because I know this will be the farthest I've ever gone with a guy. 

He tries moving the padding of my bra away, but before he can I notice how the door handle is trying to open. I push him away from me, and as quickly as I can rush for my zipper to be pulled up and try to grab for my shirt. The handle goes down, but the door doesn't open. Instead, the person tries to keep opening the door. 

"Aubrey!!! This is important!!!" My father's voice sounds from outside the door. "Why isn't this door open??" 

My eyes become wide as I look between Anthony and the door. 

"For fucks sake," I mumble while throwing on my shirt and trying my hardest to run my fingers through my hair. 

I unlock the door and the door promptly opens. 

"How did you get back up here?" I ask. 

"I own this building, Aubrey, don't act like I don't know how to get up. Did you really just sign with Mr. Davidson?" He asks, looking at Anthony. "And let his God-awful son touch you?" 

"What do you need?" 

"Do you know that Anthony has been playing you like a fiddle? For the past couple of months, while you were falling in love with him, he was just trying to get closer to me. So that one day his dad could take over the fucking business industry." 

I roll my eyes and shake my head at him. 

"Father, I know you're lying to me. Anthony would never do that to me." I say while looking at Anthony with something of a smile. 

Only his smile looks forced and thrown on. 

I raise a brow at him. 

"You really think I'd lie to you? I know that I fucked up things with your Mom. But I'm not going to let my daughter be fucking heartbroken by a guy who doesn't give two shits about her." 

"Bold of you to say that, Father." 

"You don't believe me, do you?" 

I shake my head. 

"I've learned that a lot of things that leave your mouth just aren't real. So what's any different from this?" I ask. 

"Ask him yourself then." 

I turn to Anthony, a breathless laugh consuming my body. 

"Is it true, or is this some lie that my father's made up once again?" 

He becomes quiet and stays at the table. I scan his eyes trying to find a glimmer of hope somewhere within him, but I can't. He can't even meet my eyes. I take steps towards him and raise my brows. "Anthony?" I ask. "He's joking right?" 

He looks down at his feet, then when he finally meets my eyes all I can see is tears. 

"Answer me." My voice cracks. "Anthony?" 

"I can explain, Aubrey." 

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Holy shit guys, it's been what? four months? WHOOPS. My mental health took a turn for the worse and I stopped going on all social media for a good hot ass minute. I'd like to say I'm back for good, but we all know that I won't be back for good. Every once in and while updates it seems. 

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