Page 80 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

I frown at him. "I will. I'll be fine. I'm just not sure how I will feel that's all."

He looks back at me. "It's going to happen.

It's going to be thrown up in your face.

Gawd! I've been a selfish fool!" He hangs his head and grips the steering wheel.

My heart stops beating. His face looks so .

.. hurt. He doesn't look over at me. He looks up, checks the traffic then pulls back onto the highway.

He drives like demons are chasing him. I stare at the window and watch him.

His jaw is hard. His eyes are tough. His face is full of pain.

When we turn into the parking garage of his building, I know we are going to the top floor to his photography studio, and he is scared shitless now to show me.

"Aurei." I take his hand.

He pulls it away and gets out of the car without looking at me. When he opens my door, he doesn't offer his hand. He just walks to the foyer door and waits for me to follow. He opens it, and I walk in. He commands. "Top floor."

I start the climb—only the sound of our feet on the stairs and the distant honking of car horns echoes.

The sound is eerie. At the top, I stop and stare at the Golden Bear with new appreciation.

Bears are brutal. He stands behind me, then takes a deep breath and walks to the door.

He enters the key code and puts his hand on the knob.

"Wait!" I hurry up to him. He closes his eyes. "What is the key code?"

"Why does it matter?"

"It does. What is the key code?"

"Truly."

Ah! Relief floods my body. He is mine in his heart. "Tell me why you are scared now? Last Saturday, we were looking forward to this. We were going to have a lot of fun in here. The Bastard Son of Thor wasn't bad."

"The Bastard Son of Thor isn't bad. It is a title I earned in a different way."

"I don't understand."

"You will."

He takes another deep breath and pushes open the door. "Let's go inside, and I'll explain everything." He walks through and holds the door open for me.

I glide through, trying to be Seary and Surreal, confident and in control, but Siri Wright's heart, the little Alabama girl, is the one he is holding and threatening to break. I stare around the room. It's a small room with a couch, some chairs, and hooks for clothes. He shuts the door behind me.

"Let me take your coat." He helps me out of it and hangs it up. "Sit."

I sit submissively, passively waiting for him to explain. He takes my hand in his and stares at it. I can see how hard this is for him to say.

"This is Hardcore's hideaway," he looks at me.

"This is his studio, and I owned that name in here.

In here, I was hardcore, and I didn't care.

They were only sex objects." He looks away, and the strain on his face breaks my heart.

He looks at me, and there is real hurt in his eyes.

"I was such a fool to think my callous past wouldn't hurt you.

" He shakes his head. "So, it's time to confess.

Siri, I have had sex with hundreds of women.

Not a few hundred. I'm talking on the plus side of 500. "

My throat begins to close. Oh my! There are over 500 women to be jealous of?

He stands and starts to get undressed. "Get naked." He commands me again. "No clothes allowed past this point." He turns his back to me and begins to strip.

I watch as his mounds of muscles reveal themselves, and I visualize the hundreds of women that have received the same hard pounding from his perfect muscle that I have received!

I stare at his ass and the thought of it pumping all those other women.

Over five hundred! My God! He's 26 years old!

My mind starts to calculate and gives it up. I'm too shocked to do the math.

He turns around to see me standing shell-shocked and clothed.

He comes over to me and gently helps me take my beautiful gown off.

When he turns and hangs it next to his, my mind races lightning fast. Siri, Seary and Surreal meet and battle for logical control over the emotions flooding my body. I put my hands in my hair.

You knew he had had sex with a lot of women! What difference does it make if it is 50 or 500?

Why are you acting this way? Siri Wright! You are a Fantasy Sex Diva who specializes in making sex unforgettable, For The Love of Zeus! You have watched hundreds, in the high hundreds, of men ejaculate!

Don't you dare judge him for this!

When Aurei turns around to face me, my thoughts go quiet.

He has the power to make the world fall away and completely disappear. Can I give that up?

I hold my hands out to him.

He stares at me for what feels like an eternity.

His thunderous eyes pierce my core, and the wildness stays still, waiting, unsure what to do.

He tells me as he walks past without touching me and without looking at me.

"Come in." He opens the door to his studio, flips on the lights, and walks through.

He stands with his back to me, waiting for me to follow.

My heart wants to crack. Tears fall silently down, and I wipe them away angrily.

Get a fucking grip! I coach myself. I grab control of my hysteria by taking deep, cleansing breaths.

I look at the fucking muscle and see the Golden God I fell for when he walked away from me that first time in the lobby.

Then our conversation replays from the elevator when he asked me.

" Is there someone significant?" A man like you would rarely be turned down by any woman, available or not.

I can only imagine the number of women you have seduced.

And yet, here you are asking if there is someone significant.

Why? Why would it matter to you if I had someone special if I was willing to hook up with you anyway?

Why were you seducing me so aggressively?

The simple truth stares me in the face. My body turns his body on like never before too! We do share an unusual physical connection. We do have a beautiful thing together. Our chemistry is undeniable. Perhaps this is the reason why.

We've each had to deal with the fact that we were born with a hyped-up libido.

But now we have the opportunity to choose how we handle it.

We can choose to be like everyone else and condemn ourselves, or we can choose to be different and celebrate how we were born, celebrate the gift of finding a partner who also needs a lot of sex, and celebrate that we want to share our life.

I have always prided myself on celebrating sex! I'm not going to be a hypocrite now. No one is perfect, but the man standing there is damn sure close to it.

I square my shoulders and decide. I'm not like other women.

I don't care how many women he has had sex with.

Or how many women I will face in the future who try to regain him.

I won't be jealous! I won't be! I can do this!

I can handle this! He fell for me! I was the only one whose name he has remembered! He even forgot Elena's. He chose me.

I smile with that acknowledgment, and my confidence begins to settle back into place.

I'm the one he wanted so badly that he was willing to pay an outrageously high price to hook up!

I'm the one he waited for to return to him.

I'm the one he tried to deny when he discovered my virginity, wanting to protect me from his dark secret.

Afraid it would destroy us. I'm the one. I'm his one!

I set my jaw. And by all the fucking Gods in Heaven,I choose to be his only. He is mine! He said I set him free. I know now from what!

He has 'satyriasis.' His sexual cravings are considered 'excessive.'

I shake my head. It is ridiculous to tell someone that. We are wired how we are wired.

I remember my confession to Cat. She was so sweet. "I get it, Siri. High octane. High maintenance. You're a nymphomaniac, Baby Girl. It's ok. Sin City will be perfect for you. No one will judge you here."

"Yes! But I don't want to be a whore. I want to dance! Cat, that's why I have to remain untouchable!"

"Ok." She agreed, and that was that then she hugged me.

I stare at his beautiful body and wonder how anyone can say he is flawed. He is beautiful inside and out! I set him free from having to have so many to satisfy his appetite. Now, with me, he wants to be monogamous. How perfect is that? I do too!

I follow him in, close the door and stand silently behind him. The tension in the air between us is thick.

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.