Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3)

  Wet Wednesday

  The Billionaires Temptations

  Annalise Wells

  Book

  3

  Edited by

  Natasha Lind

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  Contents

  Prologue: Stacey

  Prologue: Joseph

  1. Joseph

  2. Stacey

  3. Joseph

  4. Stacey

  5. Joseph

  6. Stacey

  7. Joseph

  8. Stacey

  9. Joseph

  10. Stacey

  11. Joseph

  12. Stacey

  13. Stacey

  14. Joseph

  15. Stacey

  16. Joseph

  17. Stacey

  18. Joseph

  19. Stacey

  20. Joseph

  21. Stacey

  22. Joseph

  23. Stacey

  24. Joseph

  25. Stacey

  26. Joseph

  27. Stacey

  28. Joseph

  29. Stacey

  30. Joseph

  31. Stacey

  32. Joseph

  33. Stacey

  34. Joseph

  About the Author

  Prologue: Stacey

  “I love romance… naughty romance!”

  I open my new romance novel to the first chapter. Apparently, the other girls read this stuff all the time.

  “Chapter 1

  Daniel

  Again, I returned home to an empty house. I’d spent the morning playing golf and had expected her to be home.

  Is there really no end to the amount of shopping one person could do in their lifetime? I am sure she is taking full advantage of her newfound financial stability.

  I might have a couple of billion in the bank, but shopping for the sake of it; is just pure, fucking greediness. I am not sure why I got fucking married in the first place; she was never like this before.

  I pull the car up to the garage. She has left it open again. Damn, she will never fucking learn. I put my clubs away and walk into the kitchen. The house is dead silent; it should feel different to this now with a woman in the home. The cold, clinical feel of the place should be gone. It should be a home that is warm and inviting, but it is as cold as ever.

  I walk into the living room and pour myself a drink. I sit on the couch; the warm leather cooling my warm back. I take a sip and close my eyes. The silence. I let it wash over me and relax me. I hear a faint voice from upstairs, I thought the house was empty, but there is definitely someone there.

  I slowly climb the stairs. One of the bedroom doors is slightly ajar. I creep quietly to the crack in the door.

  “Hi Angie, it's Jenna,” the voice says.

  Olivia’s daughter, Jenna. She has come back from school for the holidays.

  “Mom picked me up from the terminal and brought me here. I have the place to myself,” Jenna says.

  I wonder what she looks like?

  I try to position myself, so I can see through the crack in the door. I can just make out a pair of slim legs that wave on the bed. I push softly against the door. There is a slight creak as the door opens.

  “Hello, is there anyone there?” Jenna calls.

  I stand in silence. I can now see more of her body. I see her legs as they rise up to a pair of cut-off jeans.

  She has a nice peachy ass. Fuck.

  “I think it was just the wind blowing the door,” Jenna says into the phone.

  I see long, blonde hair resting on her back. It looks like she is just wearing a tiny crop top.

  “Nah, mom has gone out. She says she’s gone shopping, but I know she is cheating on him,” Jenna says.

  My ears prick up, and I listen closely.

  “I have not met him yet, but even if he were good looking, mom would end up cheating on him,” she explains.

  Fuck, not only is she spending money like it is going out of fashion. She is cheating on me, and by the sound of it, she already was when we got married.

  I push the door wider so I can hear and have a better look.

  “Fuck, the draught here has just blown the door again, it is creepy,” Jenna says.

  “How many boyfriends has she had? Jesus Angie, if I had a dollar for each boyfriend, I would never have to work.” Jenna laughs.

  How the fuck did I manage to marry her? I must have been totally fucking swept off my feet by her fucking skills. And now I can see where she got them all from. She’s playing me? Fuck…

  I put my eye to the door. Jenna rolls over on the bed. Fuck, what a pair of tits. She has got her mom’s assets that’s for damn sure.

  Jenna raises her legs in the air as she continues talking on the phone. She is not going to say any more about her mom, she’s moved onto uni stuff.

  I sneak quietly back down to the living room.

  I bang the door as if I have just entered the house.

  “Hello, I am home,” I yell.

  I sit back on the couch and pick up my glass. I hear the voice stop upstairs and the bedroom door close. Next, tiny footsteps make their way down the wooden stairs behind me.

  “Hello?” I hear Jenna say.

  “Oh, hello. I thought I was alone, you’re Jenna?” I ask.

  “Yep, I am Jenna. Mom picked me up from the bus terminal and brought me here. Is that okay?” she asks with a smile, looking over the balcony railing.

  “Of course, just make yourself at home.”

  Jesus, she is so fit. What a great pair of tits, and no bra. Fuck, I could have some fun with them. Fuck Olivia!

  “Where has she gone?” I ask plainly.

  “Who knows, and who cares,” she replies with a cheeky grin.

  “That is your mom you are talking about, you know,” I comment.

  Jenna looks at me and screw her nose up, “That’s what
makes it fucken worse,” she says, now looking at me with wide, puppy dog eyes.

  No punches pulled there for her cursing.

  “Sorry for the language, Mom just brings out the worst in me.”

  I look at the junction of her thighs and her tight shorts.

  Fuck, any smaller and her pussy will be pushing out of the sides.

  “I take it you don’t get on well with your mom?”

  “Can I have one of those, um that you are drinking?” she asks.

  “Are you old enough?”

  “Of course, I am old enough to do anything I like,” she replies with a sly wink.

  Jenna walks down and lands on the couch next to me. Then she sits up straight, and I see her budding nipples pushing against the fabric of her low-cut top. Her voluptuous breasts heaving out to tease me.

  “So, can I have a drink or not?” she asks.

  “No problem, if you are old enough, don’t let me stop you,” I say, very taken by her.

  I see her ass wiggle as she walks toward the bar. The cut-off denim pushes between the cheeks of her rounded ass… like heaven.

  Damn, she is more of a turn on than her mom.

  “You want another?” she asks from the bar.

  “I don’t mind if I do,” I reply, feeling my dick rise in my pants.

  Jenna walks back with two glasses filled to the brim.

  “Hell, they are big measures.” She grins with perfect dimples and my cock shifts in my pants.

  “It saves me more than one trip,” she replies.

  I watch Jenna as she swigs half of her glass in one go.

  “You were saying… about your mom?”

  “Fuck, this is strong. A few of these and I could be anyone’s,” she says giggling.

  “Help yourself, there is only us here,” I reply.

  Fuck, she’s too sexy.

  Jenna finishes her glass and wipes her mouth. “Speaking bluntly. I fucken hate my mom.”

  “That was blunt,” I reply, sipping my drink.

  She picks up my glass and has another mouthful. “I was just telling my friend, she is cheating on you,” Jenna says.

  “That’s a bold statement, we were only recently married.”

  Jenna looks at me, I can see the whiskey is taking hold of her.

  “She is a cheating mother fucker, no word of a lie. As a kid, I had no idea who was who coming into our apartment,” she explains.

  Jenna slumps back and puts her feet on the leather of the couch, her legs spread as her shorts push against the crease of her pussy.

  “Why do you hate her so much?” I ask. I try to avert my eyes but it’s impossible.

  “I was left alone so many times, you would not believe it,” Jenna comments, now losing her inhibitions.

  “So, you think I was wrong to get married?”

  Jenna laughs, “That’s not for me to say, I can only tell you what she is like,” she comments, still showing her crease.

  “Well, it sounds like you are saying I’ve made a mistake.”

  Jenna’s speech becomes slightly slurred, “I would never be like that, never. Not to my man,” she says. She sits up. “You know?”

  Jenna writhes around in the chair, her shorts push and pull at her young, probably tight… perfect pussy. Her breasts are swaying out of control under her shirt.

  Fuck, I would love to get in your pants right now.

  “Want another drink?” I ask.

  “Of course, never say never,” she giggles.

  I top the glasses to the brim. If it is good enough for her, it is good enough for me. Anyway, we are the only ones here; so, fuck it.

  I hand the glass to Jenna she leans forward, and I can see directly down her cleavage. My eyes sparkle. She lifts her gaze.

  “Are you looking at me?” she asks.

  “No, sorry. It was just…”

  “It’s okay you know, it’s quite a large cleavage. So, it is hard to avoid,” Jenna says laughing.

  “It does catch the eye,” I reply smiling.

  “So, do you like my mom?”

  “I must do, I married her, but sometimes I am not so sure why,” I say in truth. Especially knowing what I know now. And because of the fucking shopping tours.

  I can’t believe I just said that to her daughter.

  “Don’t mention I said that please,” I say.

  “Your secret is safe with me,” Jenna comments, taking another big sip.

  I hope your mom gets out of the way more often.

  “I just thought, I don’t even know your name?” she says.

  I smile and look into her big, puppy dog blue eyes. “Hi, I am Daniel.”

  Jenna

  I finish talking to Daniel. We hear her mom’s car arriving back in the driveway.

  “Shush, no mention of what we have said,” I say.

  “Not a word,” he replies.

  “Hey there, I see you two have finally met each other,” Olivia says smiling.

  “We have, it was quite a shock, I thought I was alone, and out came Jenna.”

  I watch as mom sidles up to Daniel and is all lovey-dovey.

  Ugh, you make me sick. You’re so two-faced.

  She kisses him on the cheek and places her shopping bags on the floor.

  “Where have you been?” Daniel asks.

  “I went shopping,” she replies tossing her brunette hair behind her back, like Cleopatra.

  And the fucking rest.

  “There are not many bags for a full day of shopping?” Daniel asks quizzically.

  “I had a spa as well. A nice relaxing massage and a pedicure,” she replies.

  I bet you had more than your back massaged, Mother.

  I can see the look in her eyes, she has had a good fucking somewhere. I have seen that expression over the years, many times. All the times supposed uncles came to the apartment. She always had that look on her face when I was let out of my room.

  I rest my head against the back of the chair. I cast my gaze over Daniel. He is actually ruggedly handsome. He doesn’t have a fat belly or anything, so he must look after himself.

  Actually, he’s really sexy; broad shoulders, piercing green eyes. Stubble that says, “I want you!” Ohh, and those are bedroom eyes.

  “I had a call while I was out. There is a family emergency. I have to go out of town,” Mom says.

  As if! You don’t give a fuck about the family. Not now anyway. You have a new cash cow to milk.

  “Want me to come with you?” I ask.

  “It’s okay sweetie, you have traveled enough. Stay here and relax,” Mom replies.

  Thank God you said that. There is no way I would want to go.

  “Daniel, I have only come back to grab some things, you don’t mind me going for a couple of days, do you?” she asks.

  “Not at all, if the family calls then you have to go,” he replies, seemingly uncaring. His stubble makes me aroused.

  Mom climbs the stairs. I hear the bedroom door open and some banging around as she packs her things.

  “Daniel!” she calls.

  “Yeah, what do you want,” he shouts back.

  “Can you carry these bags for me?” she shouts.

  Daniel places his glass on the table and walks toward the stairs. He makes his way up and vanishes down the hallway.

  “How much fucking stuff are you taking?” I hear him snap.

  “You never know what might happen,” Mom barks back.

  Welcome to the world of my mom. Over indulgence and over the top.

  Daniel comes around the corner at the top of the stars. He has a large case in each hand. He lifts them both up. The muscles bulge under his skin. Holy shit, he looks sooo strong. He steps down the stairs and carries the bags out to the car. I lift my head over the back of the chair and watch him lug the cases into the rear of the SUV.

  He picks them up as if they were nothing. He would crush me if he hugged me tightly. Yummy…

  I wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the whi
skey or him, but a warm feeling washes over me with that thought. Daniel hugging me, what a perfect idea.

  Mom comes down the stairs with two smaller bags. She is only going for two days, but it looks like she is going for a holiday.

  She walks toward me and kisses me on the forehead, “Be good while I am gone,” she says.

  “Okay, mom, I will be a good girl,” I reply trying to sound perfect.

  Even if I were bad, I would be better at it than you.

  I lift my head over the chair and watch her talking to Daniel. I can see there is no real spark between them. In a way, I feel sorry for both of them. Mom has no idea what she wants apart from sex and money. Daniel, on the other hand, has found himself in a situation that I’m guessing, he would rather not be in.

  I finish my glass as Daniel walks back into the living room.

  “Do you want another glass?” he asks.

  “One more, and that is me done I think,” I reply feeling happy.

  I watch Daniel walk to the bar. His broad shoulders pull at his shirt, making it tight. He fills the glasses and walks back my way. I sit up straight and push my breasts out in front of me. I see his eyes glancing down on my cleavage again.”

  I think this book might get a little naughty! No wonder the girls read them! I better get some set up done. It’s time for the guys to roll in soon, I’ll read more later, on my break.

  “I love romance… naughty romance!”

  Prologue: Joseph

  “Why do chicks read this stuff?”

  I open the page of the “novel” in the staff room. I just have to know what the big deal is. Romance in a book… I can’t understand the appeal of that. How do you work that out? Let’s see… page 9…