Page 2 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

We were all at the family villa in Italy on spring break when Grandpa Al said to me. "Maximus, I would like for you to come to Italy when you finish high school to discuss your future."

I raised my head, then turned my eyes to his.

"This is as good a time as any, I reckon, to tell y'all.

" Pushing my chair back, I stood to face him and the rest of them, proudly announcing my decision.

"I've enlisted in the Army. I'll be leaving the day after graduation for basic training. I'm going to fly Apaches."

The air seemed to have been sucked out of the room. Grandpa Al was the first to speak. "Maximus, what have you done?"

"I've done what I wanted to do. I want to serve my country, and I want to fly helicopters.

Grandpa, I'm not university material. I don't think I can stomach four more years of school to earn a boring degree, doing something I will loathe.

I can go through Warrant Officer Candidate School, then flight school in less than a year and come out a helicopter pilot. "

Grandpa looked right at my mom and said. "Zita, you and Bob should have told him."

"Should have told me what?" I asked her.

She sighed, didn't answer, and looked at my dad.

He simply shrugged his shoulders, then spoke for them.

"Son, when you were young, your Grandpa here established a trust fund in your name.

We didn't want you to grow up using it as a crutch.

We wanted to make you an independent thinker.

We were going to tell you after you graduated. "

"That's dope!" I beamed at everyone. "Thanks, Grandpa!" His stern face made me falter, and I looked at my mom and dad for more information.

"It transferred when you turned 18," Bob answered my unasked question.

I turned back to Grandpa Al. He told me. "There is a million dollars in it."

"Whoa," was all I could say.

If I had known, I wouldn't have enlisted, and my life would certainly not have become the big complicated collection of secrets it is.

Grandpa spent every waking moment with me those two weeks, giving me a crash course in business management and investing.

"Maximus, use your talents. You have a good head on your shoulders.

Begin buying other businesses and learn from them.

Hire go-getters. Treat them with respect.

Pay them well. Reward good effort. Do not hesitate to use the talents of your employees.

Remember your family loves you. They will be loyal to you and want you to succeed.

Be loyal to your employees in return, but allow no one to mind your business but yourself. "

As it turns out, Grandpa was right. My personality, coupled with a logical mind and the concise communication skills I learned in the military has made me a keen observer and an excellent venture capitalist. I've managed to turn that million-dollar trust fund into Maximus Enterprises, a multimillion-dollar conglomeration of successful business ventures.

I turn my ear to the door, listening for the model, but I hear only silence. She must be applying makeup. I should have told her to stay natural. I lift my face to the sun and let my mind drift along, waiting patiently.

Maintaining a dual lifestyle has been challenging, to say the least, but I've successfully kept my business persona and my American life separate with the help of a successful team of handpicked Italian family members I employ.

Back home in Alabama, my homeboys know I have money, but not the extent of it.

My military family doesn't know anything at all.

They simply know me as Warrant Officer Aurei Moore, an Alabama homeboy currently stationed at Fort Rucker.

I lace my fingers, put my hands on top of my head, and chuckle.

I've got jaw-dropping news for Sam-I am too.

If he comes in after my military obligation ends this spring and I have officially resigned, I'm going to come out of the millionaire player closet.

My bro is going to be shocked. I chuckle harder as my eyes follow a car passing on the street below.

"Signore?" The sweet little piece of ass calls looking for me from deep inside the studio. I twist my head to her voice. Her bare feet pad across the hardwood floor as she comes closer then stops in the doorway. "Why are you in the cold air?"

"Reminds me how alive I am."

"Are you crazy man? It's freezing!"

"I laugh. I guess I am a crazy man standing out here freezing my balls blue. I shift my stance to look into the room. Her arms are crossed over her nakedness, and she is obviously cold.

"I will wear the mink." She says and retreats inside. I smile at her sweet little ass as she disappears.

Granny Moore introduced me to the art of photography when I was a preteen.

She was worried about my 'badass' attitude and gave me my first camera.

"You seem to be finding yourself in the middle of schoolyard battles, Dear.

You should report Ann's bullying to the teachers. Let the adults handle the children."

I didn't answer. I knew the only way to protect my little sister was to kick their asses, and since I could, I did. Worked too. But then the next year, we moved to another school, and it started all over again, so I had to teach those bullies too.

"You are breeding anger, and anger breeds unhappiness, and unhappiness isn't a pretty sight for these old eyes.

" She told me as she handed me a box wrapped in Superman gift paper.

I smile again, remembering her underlying message.

She was proud of me for doing the right thing, even though it wasn't what she wanted me to do.

"I want you to take this and look for positive things to fill you.

Focus on the inherent beauty in this world.

It is everywhere. Do that, Hun, for your Granny Moore, and your life will be full of warmth and goodness. "

That summer, I came to Italy to stay with the Liotine side of my family.

I took that camera and found beautiful girls willing to pose topless for me.

I smirk, remembering. My life has definitely been full of warmth and goodness.

I turn my ear to the door, listening, but there is still silence.

When this last model arrived, I told her like I've told all the others before her.

"I'm sure Adona informed you, but I want to be clear before we begin.

I shoot nudes. You aren't required to do anything you don't want to do. Are we clear?"

"Sì. Where do I change?"

I didn't answer. I pointed to the spot where she was standing, then to the fur coats hanging on the hook, and left the room for the balcony.

Adona's Modeling Agency has been providing me with a steady stream of beautiful women to photograph and thereby fuck for years.

Since modeling is such a cut-throat industry, the girls wouldn't dream of dishing amongst themselves about fucking the photographer for fear of being backstabbed, nor would they brag about it for fear of being fired or blackballed.

Which allows me to fuck with no strings attached whenever I want, and I can have a new one every time.

It's perfect for someone in my position.

My only requirement of Adona is the models she chooses for me are single, and my identity remains anonymous.

Today's beauty steps back up to the doorway wearing the sable mink now. Lowering my head, turning my ear to the door, I wait for her to join me, but she doesn't. Instead, I hear her feet retreat inside to the warmth of the heated floor.

"Are you ready?" I ask over my shoulder.

"Sì. I am ready." Her tone is professional but enticing. "Please come here, Americano. Where it is warm."

I turn to face the room and see her hovering at the edge of the shadow.

Should I hold my hand out and ask her to come to me?

The sun is bright, and I might be able to capture the colors in her raven hair.

Inside it will simply blend with the black mink she has chosen to wear.

Unless I turn the spotlights on, but I don't feel like dealing with setting them up now.

I walk the few steps to the door, lift my arms overhead, brace on the threshold, and lean in, watching her reaction to me and trying to decide inside or outside.

The sweet little piece of ass takes a step closer, coming out of the shadow, throws open the fur coat, and invitingly strikes a perfect nude pose.

My cock thumps with her uninhibited presentation, making me grin at her in appreciation while noticing how her pale skin illuminates in the direct sunlight.

My decision is made. Although her hair would shine in the sun, it would drain her pallor skin of color.

Inside it is. Taking the camera hanging on the door latch, I put it around my neck and up to my eye, turn it on her, and focus the lens.

Her nakedness shines white and pasty against the darkness of the mink.

Her hair mixing with it forms a hood effect around her heart-shaped face.

Snapping pictures of her, I get right to work.

After a few dozen full-length ones, I lower the lens to capture her breasts.

I love a good set of tits. I fell head over heels for a perfect pair thanks to a scene from my childhood of Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman running on the beach in an old TV rerun.

Her natural D's bouncing up and down so hypnotically, moving and flowing.

They gave me my first hard-on and my first ejaculation, so naturally, I'm an expert on the subject, and although I fuck skinny models whose tits are not natural, but rather the best implants money can buy, I'm still a connoisseur.

She's a perfect C cup with soft pink nipples that face forward for the most part and are only slightly off-center.

I zoom in on the tips, which are shrunken tight by the exposure to the cold air in her bare-all offering.

Tiny goosebumps are raised in the areola, and my cock starts to come alive.

She arches her back, pushing her breasts out, and turns slightly to give me the best angle, then she dips her knees, pushes her ass out, working the angles for me.

She's a pro, and I do appreciate pros. I shoot a trail of zoomed shots, lower.

Her skin is flawless. No moles, no freckles.

Her navel sits in a concave stomach. She's a tad too skinny.

She could use a little meat on her bones.

I drop the camera down to find her ... 'runway' of pubic hair.

I zoom the focus in tight and see her pink flesh peeking through the hair.

Although I love a beautiful pair of tits, pussy is what I really have a thing for.

Ah. There's the prize. My dick thumps at the sight, hardening further.

It's been too long between fucks. I click off dozens of pictures.

Moving around her, dropping lower and shooting an up angle, testing her comfort level with my focus to find she doesn't shy away.

She continues to offer different poses and lets me work whatever area I want.

She is comfortable in her skin. When I stand up straight and zoom out, turning the focus on her face, I find her smiling, then she winks, flirting.

I smile behind the camera. Good. This session won't last long. She's already thinking of sex.