I shook my head at Smith’s way with words and thought I’d better take over.
“We want to rent you a room at The Dream, back in Carbon Beach. No one knows what happened. The spa desperately needs a regular masseuse although staff retention will be a lot better now this one has settled down with me.” Smith had a reputation for seducing all the spa staff. “Come back to the Bu; live there, hang with me sometime. I thought we got on when we first met. And I want to help you find love, the natural way.”
Leonie chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know. It feels like buying me off all over again.”
“Are you happy here in Bel Air? You told me you pretend the place is yours. But it's not. So come have your own room, a job, and see how it goes. What do you have to lose?” I asked her.
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “I’ll think about it, okay?”
“Sure. There’s no pressure. None at all, and if you feel you’d rather expose what happened to you to another celebrity magazine, then that’s okay too. I can deal. I deserve it.” Smith told her.
She shook her head. “I won’t do that. Trying to humiliate you wouldn’t make me feel any better. I know that now.” She stood up. “Thank you for coming over and explaining things. I feel better to know the truth about what actually happened. It doesn’t lessen what I went through but at least I now know you weren’t just a rich asshole treating me like crap.”
Smith stood too, and I followed. “I’ve treated plenty of women like crap. Like I said I’m a flawed individual. But I’m a work in progress, so thank you for allowing me to apologize. It helps me too.”
She nodded, and we trailed behind her to the front door where we bid her farewell.
As the door closed behind us and we approached the car, Smith exhaled loudly. “Fuck, thank God that’s over. You satisfied now, woman?”
“No. I put my index finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I’m far from satisfied, so how about we get home so you can work on it?”
2
Serena
Before Smith’s father had gifted the house to us, Smith had lived on the top story, and Jayden, Carter, and Flynn had lived in their parents’ properties, also on Carbon Beach. Slowly we would redesign all of it, but the first priority had been making the main bedroom larger… a lot larger.
Having billionaire boyfriends meant we’d immediately taken possession of the largest mattress I’d ever seen, which came accompanied with bespoke sheets. It was taking some getting used to sleeping with four men every night.
What
a hardship my life was!
“How did it go?” Flynn asked as we walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch flicking through a photography magazine.
“As well as could be expected.” Smith answered. “She’s going to consider coming back here.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Flynn’s question was directed at me.
“I feel we owe it to her to try to give her back the life she was aiming for before it got ruined by the four of you. The least you can do is pay for her hotel room. Or maybe it’s just my guilt and I’m overcompensating. Either way, it's done.”
“Are Jayden and Carter around?” Smith asked. “Only this one was being insubordinate earlier and I want to punish her.”
Flynn pointed out onto the patio. “They’re playing pool. Make your way upstairs and I’ll collect them and meet you up there.”
My core pulsed as my mind wondered what was to come. All of us for sure, but how would they take me this time?
I pushed the door open to our new bedroom. Taking up a major part of the top story, Smith’s old bedroom had been knocked through to his previous living quarters meaning the room was vast. Painted a very pale blue, large floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the ocean. There were balconies outside, which were beautiful to sit out on in a morning.
Smith stood behind me as I appreciated the view of the Pacific. I could feel his erection pushing into me from behind. His hand landed on my shoulder and he pushed one strap of my top down, then the other. With cool lips, he peppered kisses from my collarbone to my ear, nibbling my lobe before returning to my collarbone. My skin goose bumped, and I held my breath in anticipation of his next move. He unzipped my top at the back, teasing kisses down my spine as he did so and then gathering the material at the bottom between his fingers he lifted it.
“Lift your arms above your head.”
I did as asked and he pulled the material over my head and let it cascade to the floor. My skirt was next, left to pool around my feet. I stepped out of it. Kicking my discarded clothes away, his mouth trailed back down my spine; cool wet licks and nibbles teasing me as he worked his way down to the edge of my panties.
“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” Carter’s voice came from behind us.
“Be my guest.” Smith answered. “But make her wait for it. Beg for it.”