To Trap a Billionaire

Eighteen.

We retired at his place with a game of 20 questions. It was entertaining and we were having a good time. A little wine livened up the night, not that it needed it. We lounged on the couch, completely absorbed in each other.

"So you broke your arm how?" he asked. 

"I was nine years old and my dad put me in a gymnastics class. I had no idea what I was doing but jumped on the trampoline and fell right in between the cracks. I was trying to be like the older girls," I explained my story in depth. He chuckled and shook his head. Of course the broken arm was planned but I didn't tell him that.

"I've never had a broken bone," he said. We quieted to our own thoughts as we just relaxed.

"What do you want out of this thing with your mother?" I asked curiously. I needed to know before moving forward.

"I want her to leave my life alone and let me continue my father's legacy. I want her to stop being greedy and just be my mom," he answered. I sighed sympathetically.

"You probably won't be able to get both of those. You may have to chose one," I reminded him.

"As much as I love my mom... the first one is more important," he said.

"I'm going to help you in any way I can," I promised. He smiled lightly at me.

"I know. Thank you for that," he said. I leaned forward and kissed him gently. He wasted no time deepening the kiss. My back hit the couch cushion as he easily took control of the kiss. He hovered over me as my skin tight dress rose up my legs to bunch at my hips. It was so easy to get lost in the feeling of his soft lips, his gentle touch, and the pounding of my own heart. I wanted him. I wanted this to be real.

But it wasn't...

"Arlo," I breathed as my hands gripped the rim of his jeans. His lips moved to my neck as his hand bunched the fabric of my dress passed my hips. His hips pressed against mine, sending a warm shockwave to my lower regions. I wasn't nervous like I thought I would be, I was excited. I had to stop this before I didn't have the willpower to anymore. His shirt came off exposing his muscular, toned chest with a tiny patch of straight hair between his pecks. My hands ran over his bare chest on their own accord as his lips came back to mine, making me dizzy. My belly button was exposed now. Things were spiraling out of control and I needed to stop this before it went to far. My hands pushed against his chest to stop him as my eyes opened to look at him.

"Arlo, wait," I tried again in a lustful haze. His lips went to my neck as he pulled me closer to him. A small moan escaped my lips as my eyes closed again. I gathered my bearings before pushing him up again. He stopped as he looked at me with lust clear in his eyes, but there was something else there. Something deeper.

"I love you," he blurted. My breath caught as I stared at him in shock. I definitely wasn't expecting that.

"I love you, too," I said back before I could think too much about it. He definitely meant it, but did I? "B-But I can't... do that, yet," I stuttered. He nodded and gave me room to sit up.

"I always get a little... carried away with you," he apologized. I moved my dress down back to my hips and attempted to smooth my hair down.

"I wanted to, but I've never... I'm really nervous about... going there," I said with hesitation. It was the truth. I was nervous that I actually did love him and if we went there, it might get worse and I wouldn't be able to finish the con.

"I don't want to push anything. Just... tell me if I'm going too far," he said. I nodded wordlessly. My face was hot and probably red with embarrassment. "Stay with me tonight," he blurted. I looked at him confused. I'd been staying here every night for the last few weeks. I didn't understand.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He chuckled after seeing the confusion on my face.

"Sleep in my room... with me. Just sleeping, I promise," he said as a disclaimer. I wanted to, but I didn't trust myself to keep my distance if I started laying with him at night too. "Just tonight," he added. I weighed my options before finally giving in to him.

"I guess one night couldn't hurt," I finally agreed. But I knew it actually could. One night had the potential to change everything. "I'll go shower," I said before standing and adjusting my dress.

"I'll be here," he said as I walked to my room. I grabbed my short silk nightgown and set it aside before heading to the bathroom. I took a hot shower and let the water run over me. I washed my hair and body before stepping out and brushing my teeth. I towel-dried my hair and put lotion on my body before slipping my nightgown on. I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to air it out as I walked back to the living room. As promised, Arlo was waiting there for me. We went up the stairs to his room after grabbing another glass of wine. I sat on his bed and switched on the TV and he went to shower. I chose a side and set my glass on the bedside table as I got comfortable under the covers. I felt less exposed that way. It was a moment before he came back in a pair of basketball shorts. I was actually surprised he even owned a pair. It almost seemed too normal a thing for him to own. He wore nothing but the best, after all. He got in on the other side and pulled me down and into his side as we snuggled closer to each other.

"I didn't mean to scare you earlier with what I said," he apologized.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"When I said that I loved you. You didn't have to say it back if you didn't mean it. I know I caught you off guard," he explained. I held his cheek and kissed him gently.

"You did catch me off guard, but I meant it," I said softly after pulling away slightly. But what scared me was that I actually did mean it. I loved him. I loved that he loved the real me. I was scared that he saw the real me, and those were the things he liked. I was in too deep. I needed to stop this altogether. But there was no way I would ever admit that to Kristen. I was too close, but I loved how it felt.