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  The Billionaire's Son 3 : Heart's Desire

  By Arabella Quinn

  The Billionaire's Son 3 : Heart's Desire

  Copyright © 2012 by Arabella Quinn

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The Billionaire's Son 3 : Heart's Desire

  I sat in my office located in the eastern wing of billionaire Jackson Vaughn's giant estate. I hadn't seen Jackson, or his sexy son, Derek, since the night of the masquerade ball a month earlier. Butterflies danced in my stomach just thinking about my scandalous behavior that night. I blamed my loosened inhibitions on the glasses of champagne I had downed, the decadent atmosphere of the ball and, of course, the anonymity that my mask and costume had afforded me. While I hadn't exposed my identity to the man, I certainly had brazenly exposed my body.

  It seemed, in my two encounters with Derek, that I did nothing but shamelessly tell lies and spread my legs for him like a wanton hussy. At least he didn't know it was me the second time; he had bought my story that I was "Cynthia" behind the mask.

  I had not run into Derek on the estate since that first disastrous encounter in the cabana more than two months ago. My pride was still hurting with the humiliating way that he had treated me when he had caught me spying on his sex antics with two very willing women. I cringed with embarrassment every time I thought about it.

  But while I hated the conceited jerk with every fiber of my being, I couldn't get him out of my head. My traitorous body responded to him as it had responded to no other. Without consciously thinking about it, my fingers would type his name into internet search engines, hoping to see a new photo of him pop up in the latest gossip pages. I would arrive at the estate silently dreading, but always secretly hoping, that I would run into the handsome playboy again.

  I slammed my laptop closed. I was tired of reading about Derek's latest sexploits. Instead of working late, I would go home this evening and curl up with a good novel and a glass of wine. At least for one night, I would force myself to eradicate the gorgeous man from my thoughts.

  ***

  Derek sat dejectedly behind the desk in his father's office. He had turned up nothing again. It had taken him months to get the correct security code to gain entry into this office at his father's estate. And now to come up empty-handed was disappointing. He arranged the items methodically on top of his father's desk, taking pains to make sure they were positioned exactly as he had found them.

  He was running out of time. Elise had been missing for nearly eight months already. When her sister had come to Derek with the news, he hadn't been overly concerned at first. They had been dating for the past year, but the relationship had been over for months by the time Elise had gone missing. He hadn't given Elise's sister the sordid details, but he had certainly told the police everything that he knew when they had come to interview him days later.

  He had been dating Elise exclusively for several months, when it all started falling apart. He noticed his father subtly paying more and more attention to his beautiful girlfriend. And she didn't seem to mind. One evening, he was late to meet up with Elise, and when he finally got home, he found her drinking and laughing with his father, Jackson. He shrugged away the flare of jealousy he felt. Another time, while he was on an overseas business trip, his father invited Elise to some fancy charity affair. Against his better instinct, he encouraged Elise to go. At first it all seemed quite harmless; he was even happy that his father was taking an interest in one of his girlfriends. But gradually, Derek realized that something more was going on between Elise and his father.

  Despite the protests of innocence and tearful pleadings from Elise, Derek broke off their relationship. He was shocked at the pain he felt. Not for the loss of Elise, but from the deceit of his father. Derek had always thought that Jackson had been faithful to his mother all the many years they had been together. It hurt that Jackson could so easily betray his son and wife.

  After the police had interviewed Derek and then Jackson, Derek had confronted his father. Jackson had denied everything with a straight face. He denied the affair and knowing anything about the disappearance. Something did not sit well with Derek, so he had hired a private investigator to do some digging.

  Now, eight months later, Derek was armed with some facts. Jackson did have an affair with Elise. And Jackson was the last person with Elise several hours before she disappeared. The police didn't seem to be too concerned with Jackson, but Derek certainly was especially after what he had stumbled across six months earlier.

  Derek vowed that he would get to the bottom of what happened. When his private investigator finally got access to the office of Jackson's assistant, he hit the jackpot. He had found some codes to Jackson's estate and had found some useful notations in a calendar. Another 'event' was planned. Just like the one that Jackson had taken Elise to eight months ago. But the event from the night of Elise's disappearance was specially marked. So was the 'event' scheduled for this Friday, three days from now. Derek had infiltrated his first event six months ago and it had thoroughly shocked him to the core. This time; however, Derek was prepared.

  ***

  I was just about to scoop up my belongings to leave for the evening, when the door swung open with a bang. Derek, the object of my constant fantasies, was filling the doorframe. Adrenaline surged through my body just at the sight of him.

  He gave me a dark scowl. "What are you doing here?"

  The implied criticism immediately got my hackles up. "I work here, remember?"

  I watched a devilish grin break out on his face. "Oh, trust me, I remember." I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I blushed at his suggestive comment. He continued, "What I meant was that it's late. You should go home now."

  The man was always bossing me around and it was quite irritating. "For your information, I was just leaving. "

  I saw Derek's eyes slipping downwards towards my breasts, which were pressed tight against my pink tank top. My body responded to his casual perusal with a vengeance. An electric jolt tingled in my pussy as I felt my nipples harden under his inspection. I hoped my bra would conceal my rebellious nipples from his view.

  "I heard that Jackson invited you to the masquerade ball. Too bad I didn't see you there. Did you have a good time?" He smiled lazily at me as he leaned his solid body against the doorframe.

  An image of our lascivious behavior at the ball flashed vividly into my mind. Heat flooded my cheeks. Thank God he didn't know that was me! I'm not sure if I was just trying to improve my standing or make Derek jealous, but I couldn't stop myself from trying to antagonize him. "Yes, I had a wonderful time with Jackson. He was quite the gentleman…"

  I saw a bright spark of anger flare up quickly on his face. His body grew rigid with tension as his eyes pierced through me with intensity. "Be careful, Julia. Jackson is not everything he pretends to be. You would be wise to be very cautious around him. Keep your relationship a professional one only."

  His quick anger about his father puzzled me, but his warning only managed to annoy me. "Than
k you, but I think I can manage my own relationships just fine."

  "I'm sorry. I just don't want to see you get tangled up with Jackson." The anger that was etched so starkly on his face melted into his usual boyish expression. "How come I haven't seen you at the cabana lately?"

  My stomach flip-flopped wildly. I was taken completely by surprise by his question. I could only stutter a few words in reply, "That was…er, I wasn't…uh…"

  "Why don't you come down to the pool and join me tomorrow. I've been awfully lonely down there." He flashed me a panty-soaking grin and gave me a wink. "Good night, Cynthia." He turned and left the room.

  ***

  Derek was still smiling after he left Julia's office and headed further down the hall. He hadn't expected anyone to be working this late, but seeing Julia was a nice surprise. His cock had responded just by seeing her so innocently sitting in the office, pretending that they hadn't made scorching, passionate love to each other at the ball. Did she really think that he hadn't recognized that delectable body of hers?

  Despite her outward pretense, a prude was something Julia was not. Derek knew that he wanted to explore the naughty side of hers that she kept so well repressed. Watching her jaw fall to the floor in shock when he called her Cynthia had been priceless. He could have endless fun torturing her with that. As soon he figured out if Elise's disappearance was connected to his father's activities, he would find out what other pleasures Julia had to offer. Until then, he just wanted to keep her away from Jackson. Seeing Jackson dance with Julia not only caused a spark of jealousy to flame, but it downright unnerved him. It was best he kept a good eye on Julia, for her own sake.

  He was checking the east wing, room by room, making sure nothing was out of place when he sensed someone watching him. Doubling back, he headed toward the center of the house, passing through the atrium. Glancing into the artfully arranged mirrors, he could see who it was quite easily. He sighed when he saw it was Julia. What was that stubborn girl up to now? It looked like he was going to have to teach her another lesson.

  ***

  I just about passed out when Derek called me Cynthia. He had known it was me, all along, at the masquerade ball. Oh what a fool I was! I winced as the memories of that night came back to me. The things I had let him do to my body. The way I had acted like an unrestrained slut. And Derek had known the entire time, letting me make a bigger and bigger fool of myself. Humiliation and embarrassment sat deep in my belly like lead boulders.

  I had to make him understand somehow. My mind was racing with any way at all to wriggle out of the horrible situation. I didn't want him to go before I could explain it all logically to him. But there was no explanation!

  I jumped up from my chair, wanting to catch him before he left. I couldn't let him leave thinking how horrible I was. I'll tell him I was so drunk, I barely remembered any of it. I scowled at how easily I contemplated telling him another lie. What was wrong with me around this man? I wouldn't worry about it now. I stepped out of my office just in time to see Derek moving at the end of the hall. He seemed to be searching for something, poking his head into every room. When he moved out of sight, I hurried after him. I glimpsed him again. Why was he acting so furtively? I watched for another moment, wondering what he could be doing.

  Again, he moved out of view heading toward the main part of the house. I saw him sneak through the atrium and head down a narrow hallway. I had never been to that part of the house before. Curiosity got the best of me and I followed behind. I arrived at the hall just in time to see him slip behind a door at the far end. I headed toward the door. As I got closer, I read the sign attached to the door: Private! No Employees Allowed. I noticed the alarm keypad to the right of the door.

  I tapped gently on the door, "Derek? Are you in there?"

  The door swung open when I knocked. There was a set of stairs leading downward. I wondered what could be down there. A wine cellar? A man cave? A media room? I took a few steps downward without thinking.

  Suddenly, my cautious side kicked in. The door was marked private, I had no business being in there. Plus, Derek wasn't going to buy any bullshit line I fed him. He already thought of me as a liar, and unfortunately, he was right. Why didn't I just leave well enough alone? I decided to escape before Derek spotted me. I turned around only to have the door close in my face. And to my growing consternation, the door was locked when I tried the handle. Oh my God, Derek was going to catch me again!

  I took deep breaths trying not to panic. I tried the doorknob again, this time more forcefully, but the door was locked. I knocked on the door, calling out gently, "Help. Can anyone hear me? I've locked myself in this room." I knew no one was going to hear me. In fact, the house was quite empty at this time of night. The staff had all probably left for the evening long ago.

  "Julia, what are you doing here?" Derek's voice from the bottom of the stairs made me jump.

  I spun around, probably looking just as guilty as I felt. "Oh, I wanted to talk to you. I saw you come in here and I followed. Then I realized that I probably shouldn't disturb you, so I wanted to leave but the door shut and now it's locked…" I was babbling like an idiot.

  A look of annoyance spread across Derek's handsome face. "You closed the door?"

  I realized I was nervously wringing my hands. "Well, it kind of closed by itself. I didn't actually close -"

  Derek angrily interrupted my anxious prattle. "Didn't you notice I left it propped open? I don't have the code to open it."

  The situation hadn't fully sunken in yet. I looked at the door and finally noticed the keypad on the inside. "Why would you need a code to get out? That doesn't make any sense."

  Derek threw up his hands in frustration and started climbing up the stairs. "There's no way of getting out of here now until someone hears us tomorrow morning. Looks like we're spending the night."

  I groaned. Locked in for the night with Derek, my biggest nightmare. And yet my insides tingled at the thought; it was actually my secret fantasy.

  ***

  We spent about 15 minutes pounding on the door and yelling for help before giving up. I sat on the step. "I take it there's no phones down here?"

  Derek replied sarcastically, "Do you think I would be banging on the door for the last 15 minutes if there was a phone down here?"

  I was desperate. "How about any windows to climb out of?"

  "No, we're below ground down here. I think it's time I showed you around. Come on." Derek stood and held out his hand to me.

  I couldn't ignore him without seeming childish, and after all, I did get us into this mess. I took his hand and felt my stomach flutter as his large hand enveloped mine. We descended into a dimly lit and fairly small room.

  The first thing I noticed was that the walls were painted a deep red. Then I saw the strange wooden apparatus against the wall. Taking in the whole room, I saw a variety of objects I couldn't quite identify. A harness of some sort that suspended from the ceiling by chains was directly to my right. I stood casually looking around when the realization of what I was seeing slowly started to sink in. A few whips and riding crops hung on the walls. The wooden apparatus was some type of restraint. And the harness hanging from chains was some type of sex swing. My eyes widened in shock. I was locked in some kind of sex room with Derek!

  I tried to remove my hand from his warm grasp, but he held tightly. "Oh my God! Is this what I think it is?"

  He grinned boyishly. "Yes it is. And I'm glad to see you're so excited about it. The night is still young…"

  "What!" I practically squeaked. "I can't believe this! You mean you have a - uh, sex playroom down here? And you've locked me in here…"

  Derek interrupted my hysterical rant, "Hold on a minute. You are the one who locked us in here. And this is not my house. This is Jackson's sex playroom. And I believe the correct terminology is sex dungeon."

  I took a deep breath, trying hard not to stare at the sex swing. "Why would Jackson have a room like this? And, what are you d
oing down here? And how come you don't have the code to get out?" My questions tumbled out, one after another.

  In a surprisingly patient voice Derek explained, "I stumbled across this room several months ago. Remember I told you that Jackson wasn't everything he seemed to be? Well, this is one of those instances. It seems he is not as utterly devoted to my mother as he pretends to be."

  The hurt in Derek's voice was evident. I swallowed, feeling a moment of compassion for the obvious pain he felt. I looked around the room and shuddered. "I just can't imagine Jackson with all this stuff. He's always so proper and elegant…"

  A shadow passed over Derek's eyes, before his usual playful grin reappeared. "Don't think about Jackson anymore. In fact, since we're stuck here for the time being, maybe we can put some of this stuff to the test."

  The faint smell of his cologne and the nearness of his pure male body were already doing a number on my nerves. His suggestive comment just pushed me over the edge. A warm moist heat centered between my legs.

  Using the haughtiest tone I could muster, I replied, "I hope that you are joking. Because I would never, in a million years, do such a thing!"

  His teasing laughter bounced around the small room. "Oh, really. And how about Cynthia? Would she?"

  I wanted to disappear into the floor. I had temporarily forgotten about that debacle. Embarrassment swept over me anew. I lifted my head, looking Derek directly in the eyes, feigning a courage I didn't have. "The masquerade ball - that was a mistake. I had way too much to drink and I wasn't acting myself. In fact, the whole night is kind of foggy…"

  My voice trailed off as I watched his eyes narrow. The hand that was still firmly grasping my own suddenly pulled me hard against his body. My heart was beating ridiculously fast as I stared helplessly into his steely eyes.

  Derek returned my gaze with a fierce intensity. "I don't believe you. In fact, I think you remember every last detail of that night. And I bet you have been dreaming of a repeat performance ever since then."