The Billionaire's Proposal

Nyla:

It was a Saturday night in March, and I was sitting in my apartment on the couch, alone and bored. It had been a year since I'd dated anyone after my ex-boyfriend Eric left me. I had thought I would spend the rest of my life with him, but instead, I was left heartbroken and hurt. Since then, I hadn’t looked at men, much less dated them. I did everything I could to make him stay, to make things work, but I guess it wasn't good enough. He had already made up his mind about what he wanted, and nothing I could do would stop him. So, feeling betrayed and humiliated, I let him go.

I was so in love with him. We had been together for seven years and had been through a lot. We met one night when I was in a restaurant alone waiting for my date, who, an hour after the agreed time, had called and told me that he couldn’t make it. I had been dining alone when he had come over and offered me his company, which I gladly accepted. We talked and laughed the entire night, and before I knew it, we had exchanged numbers and were going out on our first official date. Things started getting serious between us, so we decided to start a relationship. It was exactly three months after our first date that we said those three magical words: “I love you.”

I was so happy when he said it that I blurted them right back to him. I felt a huge weight lift off me when I did, for I'd wanted to utter them for some time. Our relationship was going great. I thought that we had it all, that we had something real. So, imagine my surprise when one night he came home with an old bitch on his arm, saying they were going to get married and I was invited to the wedding.

He didn’t offer an explanation. He didn’t tell me how and when it happened or why he was leaving me. He didn’t say a word. He had me thinking that I was the problem, that I was doing something wrong and wasn’t pleasing him the way I should, which was very funny because most nights I had to get myself off sexually. That night, when he came home with his new bride-to-be and told me that they were getting married, I nearly passed out from both anger and shock. At that moment, all I could see was red. I wanted to strangle both of them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn’t go to jail for this man. He wasn't worth it anymore.

So, to save myself from further humiliation and hurt, I just packed my things and went to find a new apartment. I didn't go anywhere except for work after the incident. If I'd had the option to not go to work, then I would have stayed home and mended my broken heart. I was that depressed. Everyone wondered what had happened to my relationship, even my best friends. I was too embarrassed to tell them, so I just lied and told them I'd broken it off because we weren't in a good place and we couldn’t see eye to eye anymore. It took me a long time to finally admit to them what happened.

Everyone I was close with was happy that I'd broken things off, which showed that no one had liked him. They had seen right through his dirty ways, ways that I had never noticed. Looking back, I now understood why we had gotten into so many fights, why we would constantly argue and be at each other throats. When he did things that were too painful to believe, I would forgive him as if nothing had happened. I guess the saying is true, love really is blind.

Sometimes I found myself wondering if I would go back to him if he asked, like I always did after he hurt me. I also wondered if I could ever look past the hurt and pain and find it in my heart to love him again if he came back. We had a history—seven years to be exact—and that was hard to overlook.

Getting up off the couch, I headed to the bathroom to take a bath. Stepping into the tub, I sat inside the water. It came to a stop at my neck and was filled with my favorite Dove body wash. Tonight was the first time I was going to leave my apartment to go somewhere other than work to have fun and let loose. I was tired of sitting around my apartment moping and feeling sorry for myself. Tonight I was going to get up and go out to mingle and enjoy myself.

After my body was cleaned, I got up out of the tub and grabbed one of the towels on the towel bar. Wrapping it around my body, I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. Putting on my black lace bra and thong, a complete set from Victoria’s Secret, I took out my black dress. It stopped mid-thigh and hugged all my curves. My five-inch pumps also made me look taller than my five-foot-one frame. Putting them on, I walked to the mirror, where I applied my make-up with a little lip gloss as the finishing touch.

Stepping outside of my apartment, I locked the door behind me and walked right into the cool New York night air to the taxi stand. I hailed a cab and told the driver I wanted him to bring me to the 124 French Connections Night Club located at 973 West 60th Street. It was one of the most popular nightclubs in New York City because it was famous for hook-ups and one-night stands. On my way to the club, I saw that the streets of New York were lively. Long lines were leading into other clubs; a lot of people were walking or hurrying to go about their business. The city was filled with excitement, which was one of the reasons why I stayed here. The other was that I worked for a top sports magazine in New York and I was on the verge of becoming an editorial assistant.

Reaching the club, I paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. Walking up to the entrance of the nightclub, I saw that the line to enter was long. I couldn’t wait in these heels I was wearing. Walking up to the doorman, I bribed my way in with a crisp hundred-dollar bill. Entering, I saw that it was packed and loud. Pushing my way through the crowd of dancing drunk patrons, I walked up to the bar and ordered a double shot of vodka while I sat on one of the bar stools.

Taking the drink from the bartender, I held my head back while I drank it in one go. I could feel the liquid burning the back of my throat as I swallowed, which caused me to choke a little. I was about to order the next round when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was greeted by a man. He was about six-four, with dirty blond hair and eyes so green and so intense that it seemed like he was looking right through me. He had a chiseled jaw with well-defined cheekbones. It was a very handsome face. Scanning his body, I saw that his shoulders were broad and he was very masculine. He also had a nice physique that complimented his body structure. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles, black pants that were the right fit for him, and white converse that tied his outfit together. Looking him over, I concluded he couldn’t make casual clothes look any sexier. He had on sweet-smelling perfume that was intoxicating, invading my nose with its smell.

I could feel my pussy throbbing in the crotch of my thong just from the smell of his perfume. I didn’t know who he was, but he made me feel like I needed to ravish him right here in the middle of the club.

“Take your time with that drink, sweetheart. I can tell you're stressed out from the way you were coughing—or should I say choking on it?” his deep voice boomed in my ear. Hearing it caused my body to heat up and moisture to pool between my legs. “My name is Kyle,” he stated, holding out his hand for me to shake.

Looking at his hand, then back at him, I responded, “My name is Nyla,” while taking his large hand in mine.

“So why is a pretty lady like you here on a Saturday night drinking all by herself?” he asked, sitting down beside me.

“I just came out to have a good night and get drunk and maybe get laid,” I replied, shooting him a quick glance. I wanted to see his reaction to my words, but all I got was a blank expression.

“Well, nice to meet you, Nyla. I hope you don’t mind my company,” he responded while smiling, showing me his dimples. He didn’t acknowledge what I'd just said, ignoring my blunt remark.

“So, how old are you?” he asked, shouting over the music.

“I'm twenty-four. You?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Do you come here often?” he questioned.

“No, it’s my first time here. I don’t go out much.”

“I see, why not?”

“I don’t want to discuss that right now. Maybe next time.”

“Are you saying that we might see each other again?”

“It all depends on how this night ends,” I replied, flashing him a sexy smile.

“Dance with me?” he asked suddenly, but it came out more like a command.

Without waiting for me to accept or decline, he took the empty glass from my hand and rested it on the bar. Then he grabbed my hand, leading me to the dance floor, where Revolution by Diplo was blasting from the speakers. With his hand on my lower back, our bodies pressed together in a tight embrace. Facing each other, we started moving slowly, staring into each other’s eyes. His hand on my body felt like fire; my body was burning up beneath his touch, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.

Breaking eye contact, he spun me around. With my back now turned to him, he held me close. Pressing my ass into his crotch, I started to move my hips to the song, gyrating on him slowly. It felt really good in his arms with his body rubbing against mine. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was making me feel this brazen or the fact that I was in the arms of a handsome man who was oozing sex.

We were dancing, our bodies moving in sync, and I could feel his member slowly rising. In the heat of the moment, I turned around suddenly so I was facing him. Leaning in, I hesitated a bit, unsure if I wanted to go through with this. My mind was telling me no, that I should stop and walk away, but my body was sending me a different message. My body wanted him, and it wanted him now. Leaning in some more, I moved my lips over his, kissing him slowly and passionately while my hands rested on his arms.

I could tell he was caught off guard because it took him a while before he actually reacted and started kissing me back. But when he did, he did it with intensity, fire, and passion. Mimicking his movements, I gave back the same amount of emotion that he was putting in. I could feel his cock getting harder, and it was pressing into my stomach. When I gasped from the sensation, he took it as an invitation for him to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. He was daring me to suck on it, and I accepted that dare, greedily sucking on it.

Breaking away from the kiss, he asked, “Did you come here alone?”

Still panting from the intense make-out session, I simply responded, “Yes, I did.”

“Come with me,” he demanded, “I'm taking you back to my place so we can finish what we started.” Grabbing my hand for the second time tonight, he led me outside the club and guided me straight to his black Rolls Royce. Getting in, he drove us to his place. It felt like we were driving for hours.

The silence gave me time to think, and question after question started floating around in my mind. Was I making the right choice going to a complete stranger’s home to have sex with him? What would happen tomorrow? Would it be awkward? Would he kick me out after we had sex? Or would he be polite and just wait until I left? I was a nervous wreck, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. It was the first time I had ever done something like this, go home with a complete stranger. I liked the thrill of it, but my nervousness was overpowering, making me afraid to go through with it. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my nerves by placing my hands in my lap and sitting still. I wanted this. No, this was what I needed; I'd held out for far too long.

When we arrived at his place, I was taken aback by its beauty. His house was one of the biggest mansions I had ever laid my eyes on. It was bigger than the others we had passed when we were coming here. The house was beige and three stories high, with a double staircase leading to the front door. He had a swimming pool that was about fifty meters long. On the patio were two sets of beige couches, each forming a circle, with a small brown table placed in the middle and an umbrella with the same color for shade. A few meters away was a cabana that was also painted beige. Behind it was a huge mountain that soared into the sky. Stepping out of the car, I could see the reflection of the moon in the water of the pool. It looked so beautiful and serene.

Climbing the stairs, we entered his home. It was dark inside, but I could still see the crystal chandeliers that were dangling from the ceiling in the hall. The marble floor reflected the moonlight that was shining onto it.

Turning on the lights, he held my hand and guided me up the stairs to his bedroom, which was bigger than my whole apartment. Stopping in the doorway, I looked around his room. His walls were painted dark brown, and his bed could probably hold around twenty people. The sheets on his bed were silk, and beside his bed were two nightstands, one on each side. On each nightstand, was a lamp, illuminating the room and showing off the flower patterns on the walls. On the left side of his room was a huge walk-in closet. His room was a sight to behold.

While I stood in the doorway of his room, looking around in awe, he studied me closely. Then, he dragged me closer to him. Claiming my lips, he poked his tongue against them, demanding entry. I gave him the access he demanded, and he plunged his tongue inside my mouth, allowing it to roam inside once again. Grabbing the back of my head, he forced me deeper into the kiss, fisting his hand in my hair. Removing his hand from the back of my head, he roughly lifted my dress and used his middle finger to shift my thong to the side. Using his index finger and his thumb, he roamed over the folds of my now soaking-wet sex and clit. He took his hand from my sex, and I could see my arousal glistening on his fingers. Putting them in his mouth, he licked them clean.

Gently pushing me onto the bed, he started to undress me. As he took off my dress, his eyes wandered over every inch of my body, drinking it in. I could see his eyes darken with lust. Leaning down towards me, he started to trail slow wet kisses from the nape of my neck to my breast. His kisses felt heavenly, and they had caused butterflies to form once again in the pit of my stomach.

I could smell my arousal in the air, which meant that my pussy was wet and ready for him to fill completely.

Placing a nipple in his mouth, he sucked on it greedily, causing both of my nipples to become erect, now standing at attention. As he sucked a bit harder, I let out a completely satisfied moan.

Kyle:

After I walked inside the club, I headed straight to the bar to get a drink. Work was very hectic today, so I needed something strong to calm down my nerves. Dressed in black pants, a white t-shirt, and white converse, I felt more relaxed and at ease, since now I wasn’t in my usual business attire. While walking up to the bar, I saw a girl wearing a black dress, drinking a white liquid in a shot glass. From the angle that I was standing, I could see the beauty that she possessed.

Walking up to her, I could sense that she was tense by the way she was drowning her drink down her throat. Gently tapping her on the shoulder, she turned towards me.

“Take your time with that drink, sweetheart. I can tell you're stressed out from the way you were coughing—or should I say choking on it?” I said to her. “My name is Kyle,” I continued while holding out my hands for her to shake.

Looking at my hand, then back at me she responded. “My name is Nyla,” while taking my hand into hers.

“So why is a pretty lady like you here on a Saturday night drinking all by herself?” I asked while sitting down beside her.

“I just came out to have a good night and get drunk and maybe get laid.” She replied. Was she insinuating something or was she trying to find out what type of guy I was or if I would actually show some kind of emotion to the words she just uttered? Giving her none, I replied while smiling, showing off my deep-set dimples.

“Well, nice to meet you, Nyla. I hope you don’t mind my company. So, how old are you?”

“I'm twenty-four. You?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Do you come here often?” I asked inquisitively.

“No, it’s my first time here. I don’t go out much.”

“I see, why not?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t want to discuss that right now. Maybe the next time.”

“Are you saying that we might see each other again?”

“It all depends on how this night ends,” she replied while flashing me a sexy smile.

“Dance with me?” I asked her, but it came out more like a command. Without waiting for her to reply I took her drink and rested it on the table, then I took her hand and led her to the dance floor where Revolution by Diplo was playing. She was gyrating her body to the music and dancing on me slowly when she suddenly turned towards me. She was looking into my eyes before she leaned in. She is going to kiss me, I thought. I could feel my heart beating erratically, anticipating the feel of her lips on mine but it never came. She had hesitated and I wondered if she was having second thoughts. I was about to lean in and do what she was afraid to when I felt her soft lips crash into mine.

She was kissing me slowly and passionately.

I was taken aback because I never thought she would have the guts to do it so it had taken me a while before I kissed her back. I could tell that her body was in heat; by the way, her breath came out faster. Kissing her back, I poured all I could into it. Passion. Intensity. Fire. While I was kissing her, I could feel my cock rising slowly and getting harder by the minute.

“Did you come here alone?” I asked, after breaking away from the kiss.

Still panting from the kiss, she replied, “Yes, I did.” I was happy when she uttered those words, for she was making me feel things that I haven’t felt in a long time. I know what you all are thinking: that I was doing this based on what she'd said—that she wanted to get laid. In all honesty, I was not, it’s just that she was lighting a flame that hasn’t been burning inside me for a long time. It was making me crave intimacy with her.

“Come with me,” I demanded. “I'm taking you back to my place so we can finish what we started.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her outside of the club and directed her straight to my car, where we got in and I drove her back to my place.

On the way there, I could feel my cock straining against my jeans begging to be free. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to stay calm with this uncomfortable feeling. Looking over towards her, I could see that she was nervous from the way her hand was shaking. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable nor did I want this to turn out to be a night that she would regret. I was about to stop the car when I saw her drew in a deep breath and placed her hands in her lap. Did she want to go through with this? I asked myself. She didn’t tell me to stop neither did she showed any more signs of nervousness, maybe she wanted this, I thought to myself.

Reaching my home, I guided her to the front door before I led her up the stairs and into my bedroom. She was there standing in the doorway, her eyes widening while she took in the view of my room. If I wasn’t so horny, I would’ve given her a tour.

Seeing that she had enough of sightseeing, I dragged her closer to me and reclaimed her lips. Poking my tongue towards them, I demanded entry. Giving it to me, I roam my tongue once again inside her mouth getting acquainted with the sweet taste of it. Her lips tasted even better than they did before. Grabbing her head, I started fisting my hand through it while lifting her dress roughly before shifting her thong aside. Using my index finger and thumb, I ran them over the soft fat folds of her now soaking wet pussy and her tiny clit. Taking my fingers from off her pussy, I brought it to my mouth where I sucked them off clean. Her juice tasted sweet and tangy. Gently pushing her on the bed, I started to undress her, while taking in the view of her body that was perfectly shaped.

Her perky breasts were a nice size and they were the perfect fit for the palm of my hands. She also had a nice ass that complimented her petite frame and long hair that I could grip while I fuck the shit out of her.

Leaning down, I started to trail slow wet kisses from the nape of her neck down to her breast. I could smell her arousal in the air and it smelt heavenly. It had caused my dick to twitch in my underwear. It was anticipating the feel of her tight pussy gripping it. Drawing her to the edge of the bed, I lowered my mouth to her breasts.

Placing a nipple in my mouth, I greedily sucked on it which cause both of her nipples to become erect. This had made me suck a bit harder, while I teasingly flicked the other. I could hear her moaning in satisfaction. Taking off my clothes and left only in my underwear, I could see her eyes roaming every inch of my body taking in the sight that was laid out in front of her. I could tell that she was pleased with what she saw because a small smile had made its way up on her thick luscious pink lips. Lowering my head down to her pink bare mound, I gently blow on it while looking up at her. I could see her body shivering from what was about to come. Unfolding my tongue from inside my mouth, I sucked the inside of her thigh, where I tasted more of her.

“Mm,” she moaned out, “more.”

I didn't wait for a second invitation. I worked my way back up to her pussy and started to lick and suck on it, causing her juices to pool out of her pussy and into my mouth. Teasing her, I ran my tongue over her folds before gently sucking them into my mouth which her body shook, a sign that she was near to the mind-blowing orgasm I was going to give her. Abandoning her folds, I raised the stakes a little higher by plunging my tongue inside her hot box fucking it at a steady pace, which caused her body to respond by clenching her walls on my tongue scissoring it between the walls of her pussy.

Taking out my tongue which was now slick with her juices, I inserted my finger inside of her and start thrusting in and out hitting her g-spot, while I suck on her swollen nub. I could tell that she was near her peak from the way her body shook and the moans escaping her mouth were now getting brasher. Sucking on her clit harder, I thrust my finger inside her faster.

“Kyle,” she screamed out, “I'm coming! Oh fuck, don't stop…right there.” She moaned out while she came, her juices flooding my mouth. Lapping up every drop I straightened up.

Getting rid of my underwear, I tossed them on the floor where both my clothes and hers lay. Stroking my hard shaft, I eased my way onto the bed where my huge frame was hovering over her. Looking down at her, she looked so small and vulnerable and so fucking horny. I couldn't waste any more time staring at her, so I put my dick at her entrance and slowly ease my way inside of her.

It had taken me a while before I gained acceptance and when I did, I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock due to the tightness of her pussy. Moaning in ecstasy, I started thrusting in and out of her slowly before I picked up my pace. As I did, I could feel her fingernails digging into my back, drawing blood that was now trickling down. She was already leaving her mark.

Lifting one of her legs, I placed it over my shoulders, giving me more leverage and a better angle to fuck her even harder.

“Fuck,” she cursed out, “just like that, fuck me harder.”

Easing out of her, I spun her around on the bed. Putting her on all fours, with her ass up in the air, I plunged back deep inside her.

“Ooh,” she gasped out.

Grabbing a good length of her hair I dragged it, jerking her head upwards, making her back arch in the process. The pounding I was giving her pussy from behind, the vice grip she has on my cock, the constant moans she's uttering out, and the fact that my balls were tightening. I knew my release was near but I had to make her come first. Pumping faster and harder, I felt sudden wetness soaking my cock and my balls and her screams echoing in my room. With one last thrust, I exploded inside her, filling her pussy walls with my semen.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed out, while I slowly ease my way out of her and falling onto the bed.

“Mm,” she moaned out, “that was amazing. I haven't gotten good sex like that in a long time, you were amazing” she praised.

Smiling at myself, I felt pretty proud; I just did a job well done.

Drawing her closer towards me, I held her close to me while I stroke her hair. Couple of minutes had passed and I was about to ask for round two, but before I could, I heard soft snores coming from her and I knew she had fallen asleep. Kissing her on her shoulders, I too drifted off. Waking up, I saw that the side of the bed that she'd slept on was now empty. I knew she hadn't left because I could smell bacon in the air and her clothes were now in the chair after I had flung them to the ground last night. Getting up, I went straight to the bathroom where I showered and brush my teeth. Getting dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, I headed straight for the kitchen.

She was there in front of the stove cooking eggs and bacon while dressed in my shirt.

Reaching for a bowl on the top shelf, I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under my shirt and I could see her smooth ass peeping out. I was tempted to put her on the counter and spread her wide open but my need for food was overpowering my need for sex. I was famished.

“Are you going to stand and stare or you're going to come and get something to eat?” She asked.

Standing there still, I knew I was busted; she knew I was eyeing her.

“I could feel your eyes drilling into me,” she said while chuckling slightly.

Smiling to myself, I drew out a chair and sat down around the table while she put a plate of food which consists of eggs, bacon, bread, and pancakes in front of me. “Eat up,” she said while smirking and winking.

Looking up at her, I replied innocently while smiling, “I plan to.”

Blushing a crimson red, she fixed herself a plate before she sat down and started eating with me.

“So, what do you do for a living?” She asked curiously.

“I'm the CEO of my own company Hernandez Management Companies and Enterprise and you?”

“Well, I am a hooker,” she said seriously causing me to choke on my food. Looking up at her to see if she was smiling to show that it was a joke, but there was none present.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, is there something wrong with me being a hooker?”

“Well, no, but I just had sex with you without protection and I don't know if you have any diseases,” I said, while my face was scrunched up.

“Well, I am a hooker and I always make sure the men I sleep with have on a condom, so I think I’m safe.”

I was silent for a while that if a pin dropped you could've heard it. What the hell did I get myself into, I just had sex with a hooker and I didn’t use protection. I was there mulling over the whole situation when I suddenly hear her laughing her ass off. With a confused face, I asked her “what's so funny?”

“You should've seen the look on your face, it was priceless,” she said while laughing. “I am not a hooker.”

“Oh, come on be serious, what do you do?”

“I'm a journalist, I write for one of New York's top sports magazines.”

“Okay, so what’s your full name and birthdate?”

“My full name is Nyla Angela Garcia and my birthday is May fifth. What’s yours?”

“Kyle Alexander Hernandez and December sixth. So, what's your story?” I asked inquisitively.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, last night at the club you told me you were single; did you just come out of a relationship?”

“Um, I rather not talk about it.”

“It's okay,” I replied disappointed. I wanted to know what had made her leave her boyfriend, I wanted to know what was his mistake so I wouldn’t make it. Last night she and I clicked sexually and if I am being honest with myself, I would say not just sexually but also emotionally. I wanted something with her since it’s been a while since I have been in one of my special relationships. I had finished eating breakfast by now, so I excused myself to go upstairs to get ready for work. Running up the steps, taking two at a time I went into my room where I put on my black suit pants, white dress shirt inside, and a black vest over it with my black shoes that complimented my outfit.

Going back down the stairs, I saw that she was washing up the dishes. Smiling to myself, I watched her, she was so perfect. A woman that could cook, clean, and have great sex, she was definitely a keeper. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my hands around her slim waist before telling her, “I have to go now because I have work, I hope when I come back home you will be here. Here's my card, call me if you need anything and also here’s a key to the house, if you're leaving you can lock up. With that said, I kissed her on the cheek before I left.