Page 10 of The Billionaire's Classmate
The waitress approached their table and he said, ‘’Now let me guess, your favorite milkshake flavor is… Chocolate? Butterscotch?’’
‘’Nope’’ she shook her head, smiling, ‘’Peanut-butter!’’
‘’Of course!’’ he grinned back, ‘’Me too!’’
‘’Two peanut-butter milkshakes, please!’’ Laurel ginned at the waitress.
*****
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A Billionaire BWWM Romance
“Don’t make a sound…”
Aisha loved jogging on Zuma Beach in Malibu, but wished she had avoided it that Wednesday evening in early July. A few minutes before 8:30, the sun had just set. Daylight was fading away. She wore her usual, pink tank top, black leggings and her white sneakers, but, after being jumped from behind, she was lying on her back, pinned down by her assailant. He had covered her mouth with his left hand. A 4-inch long blade was on her left cheek; the feel of cold steel on her chocolate skin sent shivers down her spine. At first, Aisha considered throwing sand at him. However, the 6ft tall scrawny man had a black hood on and also wore goggles. Sand would not work. The 28-year old barmaid struggled to break free of his grip but to no avail. As athletic as she was, Aisha was no match for him. Her attacker had literally sat on her stomach, using his weight to pin her down. His left elbow was on her chest and her right shoulder, while his right elbow was partly on the sand and her left arm. Even kicking him in sensitive areas was out of the question. She could not reach him. Out of the corner of her eye, Aisha saw some light, forty yards to her right. There was a big, luxurious beach house nearby. During her long training sessions, she had always liked gazing at it. That house featured a large, iron front gate, with a driveway big enough to fit more than ten cars, 20x24ft glass façade on the ground floor and two windows, one on each side on the first floor. A small, 5x5ft bench was just ten feet to the left of the front gate. Aisha had always wondered who that house belonged to.
Aisha squinted at the mysterious man and twitched her legs several times. A few seconds later, she felt his blade going slowly down her neck, stopping in the middle of her chest, on the edge of her pink bra. Paralyzed with fear, Aisha’s screams for help were muffled by her assailant’s hand. Just when he was about to rip her bra, she heard footsteps on the sand. Someone was sauntering; Aisha could tell by his slow, relaxed pace. She had no time to think about anything, though. The man leaned forward and whispered in her left ear:
“I’m gonna take so much pleasure in this…”
The young barmaid was desperate. It could not get any worse. She could not even hear the footsteps she had heard earlier. The little hope she had of being rescued had vanished. All she could hear was the gentle splashing of waves on the sand. Nevertheless, Aisha would not give up. She kept trying to push him away with all her might. Undeterred, the mysterious man was not going to give up his prize. 5’7”, 128lbs, with big, black, oval-shaped eyes, long, black, curly hair, high, prominent cheekbones, high eyebrows, a silky skin and long, lush legs, Aisha was a stunning woman by any standards.
She closed her eyes, unwilling to watch the inevitable. In a split second though, she was free of his grip. Aisha popped her eyes open, only to catch a glimpse of a huge arm around her assailant’s throat, pulling him away from her. She had been rescued; her rescuer was much bigger than most men she had ever met. In the little available light, he towered over her - now in trouble - 6ft tall attacker. In a tight headlock, he kicked sand, as he was desperate to catch his breath and beat the rescuer’s arm with both his fists. But, just as Aisha was no match to him, the same could be said about her rescuer and her potential murderer. With his head just a few inches below the bigger man’s chest, he pled for mercy.
“Let me go, I can’t breathe…” Seconds after he finished his sentence, the attacker was thrown violently onto the sand. Meanwhile, Aisha was leaning against her shoulders, still attempting to come to terms with what had transpired. She could now see her rescuer’s back, even though he was more than twenty feet away. It was plainly massive. Aisha was right about his size. He was easily 6’4” and much stronger than her assailant.
Soon, she heard him slap and punch her attacker several times. Still dizzy and in shock, Aisha was about to burst into tears. She put both hands on her face and sighed. A tear rolled down her left cheek. However, the young barmaid was a strong, composed woman. Friends used to admire her for her courage and her tenacity to overcome pretty much everything life could throw at her. Having lost her parents in a horrific plane crash six years earlier, she studied Computer Science in UCLA and was looking for something better than her current line of work.
She rose to her 5’7” figure, then straightened her tank top and swept the sand from her black leggings. Her attacker was lying on the ground, moaning hard, when she heard the footsteps of her rescuer, approaching her. She looked up at him. He was a very big man, 6’4”, more than 220lbs, with a broad chest, short, straight, black hair, in a very expensive, beige, cashmere suit.
Just when Aisha tried to verbalize, the man smiled at her. His well-shaved face was square, manly and he also had a dimple on his chin.
“Are you ok?”
“I… think so. Thanks by the w…” At that point, the man raised his right hand at chest height.
“No need for that. Follow me.”
“Wait!” Aisha extended her left arm and placed it on his right shoulder.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh!” The man hit his forehead with his left wrist.
“I’m Sam Reigns.”
“Sam Reigns?TheSam Reigns? ‘CEO’ of Rocktech Internet Security?”
Rocktech was a major security software development company, employing more than 2,000 people and a big player in the electronics market. Reigns himself, although only 32 had become a very wealthy man by closing deals with many banks across the USA.