The Billionaire and the Cleaner(30)
Author: Sam Crescent

“Our relationship has changed now, you know that right?” he asked.

She tensed beside him. “Please, don’t spoil it,” she said.

He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’m not spoiling anything, Lana. You’re my woman, and your place is by my side. You are mine.”

“You keep saying those words, Kent, and none of them make sense to me. Why am I yours? What is going to change?” She tried to pull away from him, but Kent stopped her.

Pulling her on top of him, Kent seated her over his cock, which was still inside her. His fingers sank into her hair. The length fanned out around her. Her br**sts hung in front of her, and the red tips of her ni**les tempted him to suck.

“Everything is going to change. For one, you’ll be moving in here. I won’t take no for an answer. You’re going to make this place your home, and we’re going to have pictures of our life together.” When she made to argue, he pressed his lips against hers, silencing her. “We’re going to tell my family about our relationship.”

“What relationship?” she asked. He silenced her again with a kiss.

“We’re in a relationship. You’re my girlfriend.” She rolled her eyes, and he slapped her ass. “I don’t care if the world knows about us. You’ll still keep your cleaning job because I know how important your work is. No more jobs other than cleaning. I’ll be at the office every night to make sure you’re working. I like my office clean and tidy.”

“This is not going to work. You’re a billionaire womaniser, and I’m a cleaner.”

He rolled over and thrust inside her. His semi-hard c**k was once again hard to claim her. Pulling out of her body, he slammed back inside.

She gasped. Her nails sank into the flesh of his back.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the one in charge, and just for your information I was a womaniser. Past tense. It’s not going to happen again. You being a cleaner, I don’t give a f**k. The world needs cleaners, and the world needs billionaires. I want you, Lana. You can’t tell me you don’t want me.”

Kent slammed inside her, gripping her thigh over his hip as he deepened the penetration.

She cried out.

“Tell me, Lana. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop. I know you have feelings for me, baby. Are you woman enough to admit them?” he asked.

Biting her lip she stared up at him refusing to speak. Kent paused inside her waiting for an answer.

“You won’t be f**ked until you tell me the truth.”

“You’re the devil.”

“And you’re my servant,” Kent said.

She growled at him, slapping his arm. “Yes, I care about you. I care way too much.”

Tonya’s words echoed through his mind. He’d wait for Lana to admit her love for him.

He spent the day making love to her. Lana’s body was his to love, and he showed every inch of her body his attention. She opened up underneath him like a flower, accepting everything he gave her. Only when their stomachs growled in protest did he let her leave his bed, and only then did he let her wear one of his shirts with no underwear. She padded into the kitchen in nothing but a work shirt.

“You look sexy in my clothes,” he said.

“The boob area is a little tight.”

“I haven’t got your tits, baby. Believe me, I have no problems with your assets in my shirt.” She slapped his arm.

“That’s a sexist thing to say.”

Kent cupped her br**sts in his palms and ran his thumb over the tips of her ni**les. They were so full and perfect. He was addicted to the feel of them in his hands.

“No, I’m speaking the truth.”

He lifted her onto a chair and then moved toward the counter. Picking up the cold coffee they hadn’t drunk, he tipped the contents down the sink and started on making another.

“Aren’t you worried about what the press will think?”

“Why would I care what the press think?”

“You’re a billionaire, Kent. Your reputation has been related to supermodels, actresses, and whatnot. I can’t compete with them.”

He moved to her. Stroking her cheek, Kent felt an answering pulse in his groin. “They were for fun and sex. This is way more than you think, Lana. I’m not giving you up. You’re real. They’re not.”

Going to the fridge he selected several leftovers for their meal.

“You’re turning your back on being in the limelight, aren’t you?” she asked.

Kent mixed together the remains of the salad to go with some chicken. “Being with my family over Christmas and seeing how my siblings are with their kids have reminded me of everything I gave up. I love my work, but it’s not the be all and end all of me.”

He handed her a plate of food and took a place next to her. While he ate, Kent caressed her thigh.

“We’ll move your stuff into my place. I’m not kidding, Lana. We’re doing this. You’re staying with me, and I won’t have any arguments about this.”

She pushed the hair off her face. “This is insane. We’ve gone from friends to lovers.”

“This is where our relationship has been heading. You should know that, baby. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“So I was a woman you wanted to f**k.”

“What?” he asked.

“You said you didn’t befriend women. The only women in your life were for f**king. I’ve become one of those women.”

Lana stood and moved around to dump her meal in the trash bin.

Kent followed her. He grabbed her around the waist and pressed her against the fridge.

“You’re not one of those women. You never were.” He lifted her in his arms and proceeded to show her how much more she was.

Chapter Eighteen

One month later

After Kent f**ked her against the fridge that day in his apartment, Lana’s life dramatically changed. Kent didn’t accept no for an answer at all. When she returned to her apartment she found Seth, Eric, and his father and Penny waiting to help move her stuff into Kent’s place. Penny embraced her like a daughter.

“You’re part of the family now,” Penny said. The words had filled her eyes with tears. Lana had never been part of a real family in the way the Andersons were.

They spent the entire day moving her stuff to the cars where they drove to Kent’s place and unloaded. All of her stuff actually fit into four cars.

When she unloaded her possession next to Kent’s she’d been shocked by how little she owned. In her small apartment she’d felt success on a large scale at what she owned. The truth was pitiful. She’d gained more than her old life allowed but less than Kent.