My Silver Fox Billionaire: Chapter 1
"What are you looking at?!" A gentle voice cried hysterically.
Still on the phone, I whipped my head towards the noise, and found the source of the chaos.
The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, materialized out of nowhere and rushed through the automatic doors of the hotel entrance.
Dozens of flabbergasted eyes followed her while she tore through the lobby in a flurry.
I cocked my head in amusement as I took in the sight in front of me; I was immediately intrigued by this petite little thing, storming the hotel like a bear.
Her face was covered in long dark smears of makeup that streaked down over her cheeks, and the most notable thing about her appearance, she was wearing a giant, puffy white gown.
A wedding gown.
“Agh!” She grunted, with frustrated effort as she struggled towards the check-in desk. A long, sheer veil flowed out of her half-disheveled honey-blonde hair and it fluttered behind her, dragging on the ground.
She struggled with great effort to wrangle her two giant suitcases, as they tumbled wildly behind her, the wheels tangling with her ripped veil.
Each suitcase was easily over half her height, and still they bulged at the seams, clearly stuffed to the brim, and very heavy as she struggled with them.
“Mr. West? Are you still there?” A voice barely registered through the phone, as I watched the scene unfold in front of me.
I found myself gravitating toward her, and I stood up and closed the distance between us, grabbing one of the suitcases out of her hands.
“I don’t need your help.” She gritted out unevenly, while she weakly fought me for the suitcase.
Towering well above her in height, I easily pulled it out of her hand and when her wide green eyes finally flicked up at me and she met my gaze, she sucked in a small sharp breath.
Amused with her reaction, I gave her a wink as I continued on the phone, and rolled her bag towards the reception desk, alongside her.
I chuckled when her eyes quickly darted away, and I tried to ignore the jolt that shot through my body when our hands had touched as I had grabbed the suitcase handle. Still on the phone, I leaned on the reception desk and took a long look at her.
There was something about her I was immediately drawn to. It was as if the atoms in the air propelled us together, as if we were magnetized like positive and negative electrons.
I finally responded to the voice on the other end of the phone.
“Charlie, listen, we’ve done this a dozen times before. I don’t know why you’re making this so complicated. It’s nothing unusual, just have them get the permits pulled ASAP so we can get this thing done. I don’t want to fall behind schedule.” I emphasized. “The success of this deal hinges on the entire block being cleared.”
Charlie coughed. “As I’ve told you, this is a slightly different situation, Mr. West. You should expect some delays.” As Charlie droned on, listing off reasons why there would be more delays, I found myself not really listening again, as the woman in the wedding dress and I stood in front of the check-in desk.
Her bottom lip trembled fiercely as she tried to hold back her tears.
Despite her effort, I watched as the water welled up in her eyes anyway, threatening to spill over, onto her cheeks as she spoke to the receptionist.
“I’d like to check in early. Is that possible?” She stared forward, refusing to blink while tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to cascade down at any moment.
“Yes, of course, dear.” Mary, the receptionist, nodded kindly. “What name is the reservation under?”
“Jack. Jack Curran.” She added. “But he won’t be checking in. And actually, if he tries to check in, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him which room I’m in.”
One giant tear finally slipped out of those wide green eyes and rolled down her makeup smeared cheek. The tear dropped off her face and left a soft gray mark next to a few others on her otherwise, perfectly white dress.
“What’s your name, honey?” Mary asked gently, shooting me a look.
“Addison Easton.” She choked out, her knuckles white from the death grip she held on the suitcase that was still in her hand.
I was still leaning on the counter, with the phone to my ear, as my agent Charlie babbled on about the feasibility study. I continued to half listen, thoroughly entranced by the vision in front of me. She was a distraction, to say the least.
Up close, I let my eyes roll over Addison, taking in every breathtaking detail, from her soft green eyes to her smooth, full lips.
And although she was tiny, I could just make out the voluptuous curves that were discreetly tucked underneath the heaps of white fabric she was drowning in.
I shifted as I felt a tightening against my zipper. I cocked my head to the side, and couldn't help but continue to drink up the goddess before me. Addison Easton.
I felt a curious tinge spreading through me as this beautiful creature strained with all her might, trying not to crumple right here in front of me.
I could stop those tears right here, and right now, Addison Easton.
Keeping the phone on my ear, I lowered the mouthpiece away from me as I spoke to the receptionist. “Mary?”
“Yes, Mr. West?” Mary continued to steadily clack away at the computer keyboard without looking up.
“Upgrade Ms. Addison Easton to the penthouse suite tonight.” I said.
Mary stopped typing and looked up at me, responding with uncertainty. “Um, but you’re in the suite tonight, Mr. West.”
I looked at Addison now, as I continued my instructions to Mary. “You can downgrade me.” I found myself rubbing the billowing veil that cascaded over Addison between my thumb and forefinger. Addison looked at me wide eyed.
“Yes, of course, Mr. West.” Mary nodded, and began clacking away on the keyboard again.
Addison's mouth parted slightly as she searched my eyes, struggling to find her words.
Still holding Addison's eye contact, I spoke to Mary again. “You can bill her room to my account. She'll be staying on my dime this evening. Anything she wants.” The energy between Addison and I hummed thickly as we gazed at each other. “Why don’t you send up a bottle of Dom, and you can have someone move my things out of the room.”
Mary nodded, still furiously typing away on the computer.
I spoke to Addison now. “Unless Ms. Easton would like some company, in order to fully experience her honeymoon.” I said, half joking as I let my eyes slowly roll over her tiny figure.
Addison blushed a shade of crimson red, and a small gasp escaped her lips at the suggestion.
I suppressed a smirk, as I took in her soft, smooth chest, while it strained with each breath against the tight bodice of her dress.
She was certainly beautiful, but she was far too young for me. Then again, I thought, she was in a wedding dress. I wondered how young she could be, if she was ready to vow the rest of her life to someone else, perhaps mere minutes ago.
“Mr. West?” Charlie shrieked through the phone at me again.
I ignored him for another moment and took a business card out of my suit jacket. Unable to help myself, I looped one finger through the satin sash tied around Addison's waist.
Raising my eyebrow, I lightly pulled her towards me, prompting her to stumble a step forward. The electricity continued to buzz between us as her wide eyes looked up at me.
Her tears slowed, but her breathing continued rapidly, causing her chest to rise and fall, accentuating her full, soft breasts. “In case you change your mind.” I wiggled my business card in my fingers before slipping it into the sash tied around her waist.
“Thank you for the room.” She managed to whisper out and I could feel her gaze drifting to my lips. I swallowed hard when her tongue quickly swept across her own lips, wetting them.
“Your room card, Ms. Easton.” Mary slid the card across the desk.
Addison wordlessly nodded and picked up the key card.
I noted the gold rings on her left hand. “Nice ring.” I said, with a raise of my eyebrows. “You bailed after you said ‘I do’?” I gave her a slight, playful smile. “Interesting choice. I think that would make you Mrs. Jack Curran then, wouldn't it?”
Addison looked down at the rings, and a flash of anger spread across her face. She swallowed hard as the anger quickly faded, and her brows crunched together at the same moment her lower lip trembled.
Aww fuck. You idiot.
I immediately regretted saying it as soon as it had slipped out of my mouth. I had to fight the urge to reach out and run the pad of my thumb over the crease in her brows.
“It’s definitely still Easton.” She chewed on her lip, and I wanted to put my teeth there instead. “I’m not taking the name of the man who—” She stuttered and tried again. “Who—” She swallowed hard, unable to say whatever horrible thing it was he’d done.
Those warm green eyes peered up at me, locking onto mine, and for a moment, we seemed pulled together by gravity. For a moment, it looked like she wanted to tell me everything, before she instantly changed her mind.
“And your new room card, Mr. West.” Mary said, sliding the card across the desk towards me this time.
My eyes not leaving Addisons, I replied. “Thank you very much, Mary.” I tucked the key card into my suit jacket.
The bell boy walked up and started loading Addison's two humongous bags onto the cart to take upstairs.
I pulled a crisp folded hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket and tipped the bellboy. “Help Ms. Easton get all her things settled into her room. Anything she needs.” I dragged a long look over her again. “Anything at all.”
“You got it, Mr. West.” The bellboy responded in a chipper voice, as he tucked the bill into his pocket with a grin.
Addison flushed red again, and her eyes finally darted away from mine. With her giant bags loaded on the cart, and her hands now free, I watched as she pulled the veil out of her hair, and scratched her head with a sigh.
As her warm blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders, I was suddenly bathed in the warm delicious smell of amber and vanilla, and it made my head spin with desire.
I watched as Addison and the bellboy disappeared behind the elevator doors, and I felt my cock straining at full attention against my zipper.
I shook my head, wondering what the hell I was thinking, but I couldn't shake the feeling that had seeped through me, its electric tendrils undeniably wrapping around me and sinking into me.
The smell of her perfume still wafted through the air, making me wonder what her skin tasted like.
Still on the phone, I rapped my fingers on the reception desk and gave Mary a slight nod as I turned my full attention back to my call. Mary smiled at me politely and then turned her own attention back to the computer.
Charlies voice finally registered over the phone. “Mr. West, I really don’t think you’re hearing me. This isn't our usual acquisition.” He was growing more agitated. “There’s a lot to consider here. I really think we should consider preserving some of the buildings as is.”
I was already wondering if I should go retrieve my bags from the room, just to see her one more time as Charlie continued, I was struggling to focus still. “In fact, that may be our only option, anyway. You’ll thank me for this later.”
“We’re tearing down the entire block.” I cut in, tired of going around in circles with him. “No exceptions. Get it done, Charlie.” I said, sternly and hung up the phone.
I stared at the elevator where I had last seen Addison and chuckled to myself; picturing the way she had terrorized the peaceful hum of polite chatter, the moment she had burst through the hotel doors.
She had certainly disrupted something in me, that was for sure. It had been some time since I had taken notice of anyone like that. Though with that entrance, it would’ve been difficult for anyone not to notice.
With my cock still at full mast at the thought of her, I decided it would be wiser to wait for my bag to be delivered to my new room by the bell boy.
Otherwise, if I went up to collect my things, I would be required to resist temptation itself, now occupying my penthouse suite.
I decided it wasn’t worth testing my resolve. Not when she looked like a gift, ready to be unwrapped and enjoyed. I knew I’d be more than happy to rip the wrapping off and discover what was inside.
For that reason, I decided I’d let the bell boy get my things.
I headed to my new room and swiped the key card at the door, letting myself in. I peered around and though it was nice, it certainly wasn't the normal accommodations I was used to.
While I waited, I poured myself a whiskey and sat on the leather couch answering emails from my phone, though I would have much preferred to do my work from my laptop, it was still in the penthouse with my things.
As the evening ticked on, I found myself becoming impatient, waiting for my bag to be delivered. I waited and waited, but it never came.
Finally, I decided to dial Mary downstairs, and before I could dial down, my phone rang with in incoming call, the tone slicing through the air.
Caller unknown.
“Hello?” I answered the call.
“Mr. West?” A newly familiar voice giggled through the phone. Addison.
“Hello Ms. Easton.” The corner of my mouth twitched at the sound of her voice spilling warmly through the speaker. “Did you find the champagne?” I asked, with a knowing chuckle.
“Yes, I did.” She bubbled, and I could practically feel her beaming through the phone. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“Good.” I nodded. “I believe you deserve a little something special, after the day I imagine you’ve had.” It was the least I could do.
“Yes, thank you again.” She slightly tripped over her words. “Uh listen…”
As I waited, there was a long pause. I shifted and felt my length tighten once again, knowing if she had called to take me up on my offer from earlier that I would now have to politely decline. From the slur in her voice, I could tell she was likely deep into the champagne bottle, and probably not thinking clearly.
I felt a slight tinge of disappointment nag at me, knowing I was the one who had sent the bottle up there.
“I’m listening.” I replied.
“Oh, right.” She giggled again. “What was I saying?” She drew out her words as she struggled to remember. “Your bag! Yes. Your bag is still in my room.”
Damn, she sounded so young, and drunk, I noted as she continued. “I was thinking you’d probably want your things tonight. As you know, I’ve had a very long day, I’m extremely tired, and I’d like to go to bed.”
“Yes, of course. I’m sure you are.” My heart started to thrum. “I’ll be right up to get my things.” I hung up the phone and dragged a hand over my face before I headed upstairs.
Behave yourself.
I stepped off the elevator, softly knocking on her door, and waited.
No answer.
Maybe she’s already knocked out for the night. That would be unfortunate.
I had a relatively early flight the next day and figured if I didn't get my bag now, I might not be able to in the morning. There was no telling how late she’d sleep in tomorrow, not after the day she’d had, and not to mention, God only knows how much of the champagne she’d already finished.
I knew I’d hate to come by in the morning and wake her up, if she was even wake-able at that point.
I pressed my ear to the door, listening, and heard movement. I knocked on the door slightly harder this time, and was met with an immediate response.
“Coming!” I heard Addison's muffled voice call through the door.
I leaned against the door frame, and the door finally swung open. That delicious smell of amber and vanilla washed over me again.
She looked up at me expectantly with those wide green eyes. “Hi.” She said, her voice thick with anticipation.
“Hi.” I said teasingly, mimicking her tone.
The energy in the air was palpable.
She was still in her giant puffy white dress, with makeup streaks still smeared down her face; only now she had one false eyelash stuck to her cheek, and seemed much more relaxed thanks to the champagne.
“For a runaway bride, I’m surprised you’re still in all your get up.” I said, motioning to her outfit.
She held the door open, and swung her arm, motioning defeatedly for me to come in.
I nodded and walked past her, over to the dresser in the master bedroom. I began pulling out the few things I had unpacked earlier in the day and started putting them back into my small carry on.
Addison quietly materialized next to me, and hovered in front of the dresser. “Yes, that was the other thing I was hoping you could help me with.” She looked up at me, expectantly.
I looked at her, confused.
“I’m stuck.” She said matter-of-factly.
“You’re stuck.” I repeated as my wheels turned.
“It took two people to get me into this whole thing.” She motioned to her dress from top to bottom. “And now I can’t get it off by myself.”
“I see.” I said, calmly, but my cock was anything but calm. It was fighting any and all logical thinking.
I think she sensed my hesitancy, and her sense of urgency increased. “It’s just, I can’t breathe in this damn thing, and I need it off.” She spun around and turned her back to me. “I can’t stand it.” She pulled her hair over the front of her shoulders, revealing a long row of impossibly tiny buttons down her back. “Please.” She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “I need this off of me. I can’t bear to be in it, not for another minute.”
I nodded and as I reached for the buttons, I could feel the palpable tension pulsing in the air, the scent of her skin enveloping us both.
I flexed my jaw, and started working at the buttons, and she braced herself against the dresser. My eyes flicked up and met hers for a moment in the mirror above the dresser, her expression unreadable.
I ignored the thundering in my ears and went back to the buttons. They were the devil incarnate, tiny and stubborn as could be. I was getting them undone, but at an impossibly slow pace. “Don’t you have a hook or something to undo these?”
“I’m sorry I didn't grab the button hook as I was fleeing the scene.” She hissed, as she gripped the dresser. “I can’t breathe! Can you just– I just need this thing off. Now! Please!” Addison's face twisted as she tried to catch her breath. Her voice was thin and wavered on hysteria. “Just get it off of me!” She reached around behind her, clawing at the back of the dress as she began to hyperventilate in panic.
I looked at her momentarily, evaluating, as I watched her tittering on the edge of a panic attack. In a split decision, I gripped the dress on either side of the seam and then ripped it open in one swift motion. She gasped as she stumbled backwards, crashing into me.
Still out of breath, she pointed over her shoulder as she leaned forward again and gripped the dresser. “The corset too. Hurry.”
I looked down and groaned, seeing the top of her ass exposed in her ‘something blue’ lacy lingerie as the open dress, sagged heavily down over her hips.
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