Page 179 of Unstoppable Billionaire

I wipe away the evidence of my tears.Calm and composed, I walk up to stand next to him and look out over his studio.

It's an open bay area but has individual stations set up for photoshoots and filming.Moving from left to right, I see a green screen with big studio lights, then a kitchen, then a living area with sofas and chairs, then two bedrooms.Then there is all his equipment!Wow!I smirk.It is neat, clean, and organized.I slip my hand in his, and he squeezes it.

"It's nice," I whisper.

His demeanor is still strong and cold.I can feel he has withdrawn from me.I think of the elevator when "Wild Thing" played, and he was afraid then that he had lost me just when he had found me.I cling to his hand as I stare up into his face.He walks me to the center of the room where his photo-editing equipment is set up.He turns it on, and as we wait for it to load, I look around.It's really nice in here.Hmmm.I see GoPro cameras lined up on the table.Ah!Probably for Tumblr.

When the computer screen is ready, he says to me."This is the past.You are my present.You are more than I ever dreamed of.Much, much more, and I am thankful that I found you.I give you back your choice to leave me.I won't make you my sex slave."I see a hint of a smirk."But ...if you choose to stay, I want to film us in the future.I have big plans and lofty goals."He turns and walks across to one of the beds and lays down on it.

The screen starts a slide show of images upon images of nude women in various positions.There are both pictures and videos moving without sound.Some are tasteful, some are raunchy, but all are having sex with a golden rod or a perfect pounding muscle I recognize.I watch for a little while to become familiar with this unknown part of my man, then I reach up and turn it off.When I walk over to stand next to him by the bed, I tell him."I don't need to see anymore."

He sits up and stares at me with those gorgeous green eyes, and when he says, "Tell me you'll stay."They plead, but they are proud and strong.There is no weakness living behind them, and there is no intent to mislead.

My Wild Thang purrs as his brutal honesty pierces my core."Let me tell you a few things you must understand about me.First off, I know you've had sex with hundreds of women, and ok, in the high hundreds.Will I be jealous?Not unless you give me a reason to be.So don't.I'm more likely to kick your ass than theirs."

He smirks.

"We are more alike than you realize, I think.You see Aurei, I am a nymphomaniac.I suspect you were starting to figure that out today, counting my orgasms."

His smirk breaks into a sly grin.

"I have always known my sexual libido is cranked up higher than everyone else's.That was one of the reasons I protected my virginity.I knew when I finally started to have sex, the floodgates would be opened, and I would become a slut, and a whore, trying to satisfy a drive that few men can keep up with.I knew I would end up being the person I didn't want to be—someone who had sex for fun and had sex with anyone, anytime.I knew I would do all the Tom, Dick and Harrys, so I went cold turkey and practiced abstinence, but because of my high libido, I studied sex.Who, what, when, where, and why.I discovered I have a real knack for tuning into other people's sexual interests.It's like I can feel what they desire.What they want when they are turned on, and I give them customized fucking fantasies based on that."

He smiles.

"I'm not leaving you.I'm staying.And I want to give you unforgettable fucking fantasies every day for the rest of your life."I climb on the bed and sit next to him.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

"Let me tell you what the sexologist Seary sees when she sees you.You have satyriasis.You might not have been clinically labeled, but I'm sure the term Don Juan has been used to describe you all your life."

His eyes are glued to me, and he isn't smiling now.

"Was I shocked at the high hundreds?Alabama Siri Wright was.I admit that.But Seary, the Sex Pot as you rightly called her, isn't.I'm complicated.I'm a woman!What can I say?I'll speak first and stick my foot in my mouth on plenty of occasions, but I'm not without rational thought.I just don't always go there straight line.I'm curved."

He smiles, and his hands reach for me.

I climb on him and push him over.I straddle his body and look down into his face.Then I lower myself onto his erection.He slides into me easily.As I start to move on him, I stare into his soul, and I caress it."This is when I feel whole."

The unspoken words shine bright, and my vision of who he really is becomes crystal clear.

"You were born Maximus Aurelius Moore.Son of a warrior.Grandson of an American Hero and a Roman Soldier.You are proud, honorable, and just in your heart.You witnessed in your youth untold hatred, and you felt untold rage.You witnessed in your youth unaccepted beauty and felt unaccepted love.You knew these things to be unjust, and you vowed to fight to bring light to the darkness and healing to the wounded."

He closes his eyes and frowns.I know he is seeing Ann.I continue letting my words express what my soul sees, letting them touch and caress him with the knowledge of who I see when I see his aura, and I feel his thunder—riding him to become one with him."In your teens, you grew to accept that the beauty will have to coincide with the beast.That love will have to coincide with hatred.You grew to understand that life is not fair, and you cannot make the wrongs right, but deep in your soul, you do not accept this.Unjust is still unjust.Unfair is still unfair.Hate is still hate.

As you developed into a man, your anger fed your desires.You raged inside, and you built yourself up to conquer the unjust and the haters.You pumped iron and built your body to always be prepared to defend beauty and love.You took photographs of beauty and then you 'loved' them, but you forgot them because even though they gave you the sexual release your libido demanded, they left you empty inside.

You learned as a man that war and peace coincide and you had to fight—the choice of life and death a daily battle.You accept your fate, but you did not let go of the hope that you would find the one who completes you and makes the world a tolerable place to live.Your Father and your Grandfathers, the superhero's of your heart, all found theirs, and you believed you would find yours too."

I stop moving."Look at me."He opens his eyes, and the word flows freely between us."The two shall be as one," I whisper."I understand your thunder.I get it."I nod and smile."I get you.I get that your thunder is like that bear outside on the door.Sometimes brutal, beastly, growling, but sometimes the bear's hug is healing.It's a Golden Bear, Aurei.You are a Golden Man.Don't sell yourself short."

I hold my hands up and spread my fingers wide.He puts his between mine and cinches us tight, bonding us."I accept you for who you are and what you are."

I make sweet, passionate love to him now, and I see his face changing.His intense eyes are frightening, terrifying because of the brutal honesty that lives within them.I recognize the lightning that creates his thunder.It is the purest form of love.Unconditional.

I thought he was handsome before, but seeing him look at me with thunderous love.Wow!

"We are unstoppable!No one can tear us apart."I bring his hands to my throat."Life, beauty, rage, and love are the four elements of what I see in you that I named your thunder."I lean into his hands."You don't choke to control.You only gripto celebrate life and fully experience it.I understand that now, and I won't fight you and force you to dominate me harshly.When you told me to be still because you didn't want to hurt me, I thought you were telling me because you wanted me to give in to your control of me, but you were only trying to enjoy me."

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