The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire Page 4

  What the hell was he thinking? JB – her date – was still outside, waiting for her! Did he think—

  Damen yanked on her panties, tearing it apart instantly.

  She moaned silently in shock, embarrassment, and excitement.

  After stuffing it inside his pocket, he wasted no time dipping his fingers into her heat and was immediately rewarded with her beautiful honeyed wetness.

  A gasp escaped her.

  Outside, a woman asked a bit nervously, “Hello?”

  Answer her, Damen mouthed with a wicked grin even as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

  “Hello?” the woman called out again, sounding even more nervous this time.

  “S-sorry,” Mairi managed to croak out. “I’m having, umm, period cramps.” Damen chose to tease her clit then, forcing out another unexpected gasp from her.

  She glared at Damen, but soon she was whimpering silently again as a completely unabashed Damen used his thumb to continue playing with her clit while his other fingers maintained its exquisitely rough pace.

  Outside, the woman said, “Oh, I’m sorry! Is there anything I can do?”

  “N-nothing…” Damen, the wicked man, had withdrawn his fingers and was licking them dry now. The look on his face, as if he was savoring her taste, made her shudder in pleasure, and her head fell back, slamming against the door.

  Damen’s eyes widened in concern even as she yelped in startled pain.

  “Are you really sure you’re okay?”

  Damen’s gaze was asking the same thing.

  “S-sorry…I’m really okay, I just need some time to wait for the cramps to go away.” She kept her gaze on Damen as she spoke, wanting him to see that she meant the words.

  “Oh, well…if you’re really sure…”

  Mairi started to answer the woman, but then she saw Damen unzipping himself. By the time he had released his fully erect cock, she had completely forgotten her train of thought.

  It had been so, so long, she thought. The way she hungered for his touch, it didn’t seem believable that she had lived for so many years without knowing it.

  But now that she did, now that she knew what she was missing, Mairi admitted to herself that there was no going back. His touch was an unforgettable memory that would turn into a nightmare if there ever came a time they’d part and she wouldn’t be able to experience pleasure in Damen’s arms again.

  “Miss?”

  Shit! She had forgotten to speak.

  She opened her mouth—

  Swiiish.

  There was that unmistakable sound of wetness as Damen slid his cock home.

  “Oh my God!” The woman outside had heard it, too, and worse, she recognized it for what it was. The door slammed shut a second later.

  “Oh my God!” It was Mairi’s turn to moan the words out even as her eyes rolled back at Damen’s thrusts, which had instantly become wild and forceful now that they were alone.

  “She’s going to tell management about us!” Mairi knew she should sound more worried and concerned, but most of her mind was focused on the scorching-hot pleasure she felt every time Damen’s cock sank back into her.

  “Then we better make it quick, don’t you think?” Damen panted in answer. And with that, he gripped the curves of her butt tightly and began fucking her raw and hard, so much so that the door started to groan every time her back slammed against it.

  “Damen!”

  “Did you even think about me while you were flirting with your date?”

  “Y-you saw us?”

  “I didn’t just fucking see you,” he snarled, jealousy making him cruel and possessive as he tightened his hold on her butt, grinding his cock into her.

  She screamed.

  “I saw him, too – saw your date trying to eat you alive with his eyes.”

  She gasped, “It wasn’t—”

  “It was exactly like that,” he growled. Without warning, he let her slide down to her feet, flipped her around, and pumped his cock back into her.

  “Aah!” Her hands slammed against the door as her back curved down, her legs spreading open to accommodate his cock.

  “He wanted to fuck you. And you know that, don’t you?” Damen rasped the question against the tender skin of her nape. Not waiting for her answer, he bent down and bit her shoulder.

  “Damen!” His bite hurt, but somehow that made the pleasure more intense. She could no longer stop herself from screaming as he pounded into her again and again, forcing her to press her face flat against the door.

  With each thrust, her sobs became louder, her body became tenser, and her heart swelled and swelled because each thrust told her a new truth.

  Damen was jealous. Damen wanted her to be his. Damen cared.

  Someone knocked on the main door.

  Mairi tensed.

  Uncaring of the intruder, Damen chose that exact time for his fingers to join his cock, teasing her clit into stimulating her orgasm as he shoved his cock into Mairi’s heat as hard as he could.

  She screamed and he groaned with her, their come mixing together, his seed so abundant it overflowed, leaking out of her pussy and dripping down her legs.

  “Oh Lord.” The woman outside – a different one, probably the manager, Mairi thought dazedly – was clearly embarrassed. Mairi was, too, but one look at Damen’s face told her that he was not.

  She tried to get out of his arms quickly, but he didn’t let her, instead taking his time to wipe her dry and re-arrange her clothes.

  Damen was the first one to step outside.

  The manager recognized him in a flash. “Mr. Leventis!”

  He acknowledged it with a cool nod. “I need you to go out and redirect everyone. Tell them this bathroom isn’t functional. And after, I’d appreciate it if you completely forget about this.” He raised a brow.

  “Understood, sir,” the manager answered nervously.

  When the woman left, he opened the door and, taking Mairi’s hand, he guided her out. “Mairi?”

  She had listened to Damen’s exchange with the restaurant manager and had known that the other person assumed it was Alina Kokinos standing inside the cubicle. The knowledge had hurt, but when she looked into Damen’s eyes, the pain eased.

  In his eyes, she saw that he was worried about her, that he cared about her, that he needed her.

  The twists don’t matter, she whispered silently to herself. In the end, if they loved each other, they would have their happy ending. She had to believe that.

  When Mairi still didn’t speak, fear and tension had his body stiffening. He asked tautly, “Mairi?”

  Swallowing, she made herself answer. “I’m okay. Thank you for…protecting my identity.”

  He relaxed after a beat, seeing that she was not mad at him. Just looking at her made him want to touch her – not sexually, but just to keep them connected.

  His heart clenched. Was this how love felt? The real kind?

  Mairi’s lips parted in wonder as she watched Damen slowly lift one hand up and caress her cheek. She wanted to kiss his fingers, and after a moment’s hesitation, she turned her face to the side and did it.

  He stilled, the kiss startling him. More than that, it felt like a healing touch, which was strange since he had not even known he was…wounded.

  Closing his eyes, with her lips pressed against his palm, her fingers stroking his cheek, Damen could almost make himself believe that Mairi Tanner was indeed in love with him.

  Chapter Seven

  To trust a Greek billionaire, one must accept that their breed also has a tendency to go through denial.

  He said: Breed, eh? You make us sound like dogs who have a hard time accepting who their master is.

  She said: Now that you’ve said it…but really, really gorgeous-looking dogs, though.

  “You look pleased with yourself.” His friend, Stavros Manolis, remarked in a low aside as they sat next to each other on the front row, which was reserved for VIP guests of the celebrity te
nnis match both their companies were sponsoring.

  Everywhere around them, people were in a frenzy, unable to bear the sheer excitement and joy of seeing two gorgeous and eligible Greek billionaires in one place.

  After shaking each other’s hands and exchanging grins, Damen answered simply, “Life has been good, yes.”

  Stavros smirked. “Come on, Damen. I’ve known you for years so there’s no point with this bullshit. Which lovely woman has caught your eye?”

  The words stunned him, but not because Stavros had easily guessed it was a woman making him feel this way. “Why do you think you need to ask?”

  “Because, my friend, I have always known you do not feel a thing for Alina Kokinos.”

  When Damen did not answer, Stavros raised a brow. In a low murmur, “Everyone knows it is not a love match, Damen – even Alina. I doubt she expects you to be faithful to her.”

  Damen knew Stavros was probably right, but it did not sit well with him. The world might not expect him to be faithful to Alina, but the world would recognize her as his wife – not Mairi.

  “Stavros,” he said slowly, “Why aren’t you still married?”

  Stavros tried to laugh the question off. “What is this? Pre-wedding jitters?”

  Damen forced a smile. “Perhaps.”

  They did not speak for a while after that, the match finally commencing with Greece’s national anthem playing. The usual ceremonies followed suit, and both of them fell into their roles with ease, alternating between charm and aloofness. The crowds had to be charmed, but lines had to be drawn, too. It was a tedious routine, but it was necessary because there were very few people that billionaires like them could truly trust.

  Almost an hour had passed by the time they completed their duties and yet, he had not forgotten his conversation with his friend. He looked at Stavros to ask him again, but this time he didn’t have to.

  Stavros answered quietly, “It is because I believe I may have met the right girl and I was forced to let her go.”

  Looking at his friend, Damen knew that Stavros had lost himself in the past.

  When Stavros spoke again, however, it was for Damen’s sake. “By asking me this, Damen, I think you may have found the right girl, too.”

  “Since I am presently engaged,” he said with forced lightness, “I certainly hope so.”

  Stavros shook his head. “You know what I mean, Damen. So if you think you’ve met her – don’t fuck it up like I did.”

  The words stayed on his mind even well after the celebrity match between the two popular tennis pros had ended and he and Stavros parted ways.

  When he was with Mairi, he could not remember being any happier. But even after all this time, Damen was still unable to make himself completely believe she really was in love with him. Or, as Stavros put it, that she really was the one.

  And while he could not make up his mind, how long would Mairi be willing to wait?

  It was a question he didn’t want to have the answer to. It also made him think of Mairi, and suddenly all Damen wanted was to hear her voice. When she talked to him, even about the silliest of things, he was at ease.

  Dialing her number, Damen waited for Mairi to answer the phone. She normally answered after one or two rings, but this time it took him two calls before she picked up the phone.

  “Hello?”

  He could barely understand her, the crackling noise over the line distorting her voice.

  Frowning, Damen demanded, “Mairi? Where are you?”

  She answered, but this time her voice was totally incomprehensible.

  With a frown, he ended the call and sent her an SMS. Where are you? What are you doing? Call me the moment you can.

  Mairi: So demanding…I love it. <3

  The words made him smile, but when over half an hour had passed and she still had not called, he became edgy and tense. His mind conjured all sorts of scenarios, none of them pleasant. Dammit, if something happened to Mairi—

  Gritting his teeth, Damen called the head of his security. “Get another team set up. I want them following Mairi Tanner 24/7 undercover.”

  Another half hour had passed before his phone rang again. He was in his office by then, and he answered it right away, demanding, “Where the hell are you?”

  “Hello to you, too,” she answered teasingly.

  Damen was not in the mood to be teased, though. He had been pacing restlessly in his office, waiting for her call. “Answer me, Mairi.” At the back of his mind was the worry that the moment he turned his back on her, someone would make Mairi open her eyes and realize the truth. That she—

  “I love you,” she said very sweetly over the phone.

  His chest constricted. How could she say it so easily even though he had never returned the words?

  With a sigh, he said, “I’m sorry for being an angry, grumpy jerk. I was just worried.”

  “It’s okay,” Mairi said soothingly, secretly touched by his admission that he was worrying about her.

  “You still haven’t answered me.”

  “It’s because I’m not at my destination yet.”

  “Which is…where?” He got a giggle as an answer, something that would normally irritate him but with Mairi it came out as adorable instead.

  Smiling to herself, excited at how Damen would react, Mairi said, “Your home. See you there!”

  Mairi ended the call.

  For three seconds, he was just stunned.

  She was on her way to his home?

  The truth hit him.

  Oh fuck!

  Why now?

  ****

  Mairi hummed to herself as she Dougie-danced her way to the back door exit of his apartment, which he gave her a key to. Sometimes, she was bothered by their arrangement, but whenever she was, Mairi only had to remind herself of Damen’s own words.

  It was purely a business arrangement between him and Alina Kokinos, so there was nothing to be guilty about.

  Sometimes, the words rang true. Other times, it didn’t.

  Either way, when his words were not enough, Mairi had one last resort, made of just three words.

  I love him.

  She recited the words as she reached for the knob, which turned easily in her fingers, stunning Mairi. Damen was here already?

  The apartment was brightly lit, making her heart jump in excitement. He really was here! He had learned that she was on his way to surprise him and so he decided to surprise her in return. How sweet was that? Didn’t that mean he loved her?

  She climbed the stairs quietly, wondering if she would stumble across him first or if it would be the other way around. Tiptoeing to the first door on the second floor, Mairi opened the door slowly—

  “Damen?”

  The voice so shocked her that she lost control of the door, and it swung open completely. Mairi stumbled inside.

  Esther Leventis gazed at her in angry shock. The older woman was the first to recover and she snapped, “Why are you here? Who let you in?”

  Her first instinct was to run away and let Damen deal with the fallout. But the instinct soon passed, thankfully, and Mairi managed to stand her ground. “Good evening, Mrs. Leventis.”

  “If you don’t leave this very moment, I’m going to call security!”

  “I’m afraid that won’t do any good,” she said apologetically even as she winced at the evil look that Damen’s mother threw her way. “Damen himself gave me a key.”

  Something had changed about the woman, Esther realized, incensed at the way the younger girl was having such an easy time handling herself in her presence. The little upstart had grown a spine, but if she thought that was enough to put her on the same level as Esther, the slut was in for a nasty surprise.

  “I’m giving you one last warning, you slut. I know who you are – I’ve done my research. If I catch one more whiff of you sniffing around my son, I’ll have you expelled from that school.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that.”

  Chapter Eight<
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  To trust a Greek billionaire, one must remember they communicate best through sex.

  She said: You seriously want to say that?

  He said: You seriously must ask?

  “Mairi?” Damen roared the moment he got to his apartment. He had not caught sight of his mother’s car anywhere, but even so he was still worried. What he and Mairi had was still fragile and so easily broken. If Esther messed things up between them, there would be hell to pay.

  When there wasn’t any sign of Mairi in the living room, he bounded up the stairs, taking it four steps at a time with his long-legged stride. “Mairi?”

  He shouted her name over and over as he checked each room. His chest tightened with anxiety more and more with every empty room. By the time he had reached his bedroom, he had lost all hope.

  It was dark. There was no sign of life.

  Shit.

  She was gone.

  He leaned heavily against the doorway, hope completely gone. What was he going to do now? What the fuck was he going to do now?

  The question had him gasping for breath. It reminded him of the time he had been forced to see the truth by Bella, the time when he had literally come across his father cheating on his mother, in their own bedroom.

  What are you doing, Papa?

  GO AWAY, DAMN YOU! BELLA, I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!

  And just when he had thought at that time that it couldn’t get any worse, his mother arrived. The first thing she had heard as she came into their home’s vast foyer were his father’s screams, Bella shouting back, and it was incredibly easy for Esther Leventis to put one and one together.

  “SURPRISE!” Mairi jumped out from her hiding place, crouched down on the floor behind the bed.

  Damen jerked.

  Mairi’s smile vanished as she took in Damen’s appearance. He was completely white, looking like someone had just died on him. “Damen?” she whispered.

  In two angry strides, he had gotten across the room and started shaking her. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” he roared at her face.

  She felt herself shrinking at the sight of his rage. “Surprising…you?”