Holidays with the Billionaire

Chapter 5

Kelton

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A s I exit the basement gym I had renovated in my house, my phone rings from where it’s secured in my armband holder. I reach around and pull it out and see my brother calling.

“Hey, Seth,” I answer.

“Hey! What’s going on? Is now a bad time?” he asks.

I try to control my breathing. I should have done a slower cool-down on the treadmill. “No, I’m good. Just got done with my workout.”

“Nice. Keep that heart healthy.”

My brother, always the doctor.

“I try,” I reply.

“The reason I’m calling is because I was awaiting the itinerary for the ski trip. I know it’s about two weeks away, but usually we have it by now.”

I’m not mad at Seth for asking, and in fact, I don’t blame him. Usually the schedule’s out by now, but with who I hired for my secretary, of course, it’s not.

“I’m working on it,” I assure him. And I am. I spent four hours this afternoon trying to figure out how Kay had set up the spreadsheet and organized it all. By the time I figured it out, I didn’t have the energy to actually finish the thing.

“You’re working on it?” He chuckles. “Didn’t you just hire some snazzy young secretary?”

I sigh. “Unfortunately. God, I miss Kay.”

He scoffs. “I bet. She was one in a million. These younger ones... lazy.”

“I’m not sure that Lea’s lazy, but more...” I don’t want to call her dumb, but am struggling for a word.

“Inexperienced?” Seth offers.

“Bingo,” I reply. “Once she learns, I’m sure next year will be better.” I taste the lie, but it’s bitter because I doubt it’s true.

“Well, shoot it over when you’re ready. Otherwise, everything okay?” he asks.

I exit the basement through the door into the kitchen, where I get water from my purifier and down half a glass in one gulp. “Jet called me today.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then says, “What did he want? Not that I can’t guess.”

“He doubled his offer,” I tell my older brother.

Seth chuckles. “He’ll never learn, will he?”

I shake my head. “Nope, he won’t. I’ll discuss it with you at the resort. We’ll come up with a plan of some sort.”

“What kind of plan? Ignoring him?” he asks.

I snort. “Pretty much.”

“Okay.”

“So, how’s Rita?” I ask of his wife.

“She’s good. Kids keep her busy, you know.”

“And how are my niece and nephew?” I ask. I really do love those little ankle-biters. They can be quite wild at seven and nine, but at least they’re past that nonverbal age where they can’t tell you what they want, or you can’t understand them.

“Doing great, looking forward to Christmas of course. We’ve emailed the North Pole of their wishes.”

I laugh. “We’re emailing the North Pole now? No more handwritten letters, huh?”

“Oh no. These kids wouldn’t know how to mail a letter if they YouTubed it. There’s a dedicated email address for Santa. They reply, too, it’s pretty cool and the kids get a kick out of it.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Well, I gotta run, have like ten more patients this afternoon. Shoot me that email when you can!”

He ends the call and I wander out of the kitchen and through my living room.

This big, old house was left to us by our grandfather. Seth and I grew up here playing with each other and our cousins as my grandmother cooked delicious meals in that kitchen while our grandfather smoked pipes and told us wild stories of love and war. We spent Christmases here with our parents and we have great memories of this place. When our grandparents willed it to us, Seth wanted to sell it. I bought out his half because I couldn’t bear to see it leave our family.

Call me a sentimental fool.

I tried to keep as much of the original architecture as I could, but modernized a lot of it, like the kitchen and bathrooms, without making it feel too modern but more eclectic. I renovated the basement as a fully functional gym, which saves me from having to go to a public gym. I also had the plumbing and electrical redone as a precaution since it’s over a hundred years old, and am happy with my decision.

The only drawback is that it’s 4,000 square feet and it’s just me here, so it’s a bit too large. Still, I’m happy I kept it. I have two acres out back that I haven’t decided what to do with yet. I kept Grandma’s garden, but that’s the extent. Right now, everything’s covered in yesterday’s snow so I don’t want to think about it.

I climb the stairs to my bedroom and look out over the acreage out back, where the mountains are a backdrop to the west end of my property. A full moon hangs large and heavy above them, illuminating them in an ethereal glow.

I leave the curtains open and head to the bathroom to shower. After I’m clean, I change into comfortable clothes, cook myself a quick smoked salmon and rice dinner, and then grab my laptop. I need to finish the schedule for the trip so I don’t have to deal with it tomorrow. I already have three meetings scheduled back to back and I know those are going to be stressful enough for Lea, as I’m already anticipating that she won’t know how to take notes very effectively.

Not like Kay.

I pick up my phone and shoot the motherly figure a text.

Me: We really miss you around the office. I hope you’re enjoying Florida.

I open my laptop and pull up the spreadsheet. I have to figure out what days to schedule family meetings and what days to schedule work-related stuff. Our chief operating officer, Marnie, and her husband are also coming, so I also need to schedule which day to shut down the ski lift to the public so the employees can use it privately. I usually pick a Monday when the resort isn’t that busy.

Who am I fooling? It’s always busy in December.

My phone chimes.

Kay: Heading back from the pool as we speak! Hope everything’s good with you, boss.

I smile.

Me: All good. Enjoy!

Night swimming in a warm climate. Must be nice.

My mind drifts back to when I overheard Adlee Phillips talking to Gabriel in the breakroom. Had she really been helping out Lea? I had no idea Adlee had wanted the promotion so bad. But it was all for the best. Adlee is too hot for me to hire. Long, dark reddish-brown hair I want to run my fingers through. Pouty red lips and an hourglass figure that make men weak. No, it’s best Lea stays. She’ll catch on eventually.

Or will she?

I don’t like that she’s asking Adlee for help since Adlee’s not getting compensated for it, but it sounds like she’s just a nice person who can’t say no.

That will come in handy when I have her in my bed and want to fuck her. She can say no, but I know she means yes.

I’ve seen the way she looks at me. It’s not the typical employee-boss respect or man-in-charge-turns-me-on flirtation. It’s something else.

I smile when I remember her being trapped in her car. I truly hope she didn’t lose the tree on her way home or wherever she was headed, but she was too cute, turning so many shades of crimson against her milky-white face. I briefly wonder if her delicious ass cheeks would turn the same color when my large hand smacks it a few times and then rubs it to soothe it. Would she get wet from being spanked? Because honestly, there’s nothing more of a turn-on than having her backside so close to my engorged cock before I place a perfectly timed stinging slap to it, a glistening cunt begging to be filled right in front of me, teasing my dick.

My cock hardens in my sweatpants and I adjust myself. I need to get this spreadsheet done.

Think about something else, Kelt.

But the thought of Adlee’s bare ass cheeks and wet pussy begging for my dick will not go away. Are her breasts full and do they swing wildly while I fuck her from behind? Does her mouth fall open with moans of pleasure? What does her come face look like? Are her nipples pink or more tan as they perk during her climax?

I reach into my pants alleviate the ache of how hard I am thinking about her. Someone I should not be thinking about in this way. I imagine her wet cunt taking me all the way, fitting me like a glove as I slowly sink into her. Her soaked pussy milking me until those last final thrusts when I spill it all inside her.

Before I know it, my dick is squirting all over my pants, my breaths heaving out of me.

I shake my head with a smile and look down at the mess I’ve made.

At least it didn’t get on my laptop.

I really need to get fucking laid.