Dirty Billionaire: Own Me

Chapter 4: One Night

|Grace|

I could feel the tension simmering in the room, thick and palpable like the heat of a summer night. Silver stood by the window, his back to me, staring out at the city lights. The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the faint music playing on the speaker. I knew he would be furious; I could see it in the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

“Why?” he finally asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I thought we agreed that we’re only giving those fvcking paparrazi’s a show?” Then he slowly turned around to face me. His gray eyes met mine. “Why the sudden change of mind?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

I understand this reaction from him. I had nothing in mind when I followed him here in his penthouse.

When the two of us left the bar together earlier, the flash of cameras followed us like our shadows. I clung to Silver’s arm, and even acted as his love affair despite my heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and exhilaration. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but for tonight, I would reclaim my power and face the world on my own terms.

The drive to his penthouse was silent, but not uncomfortable. I appreciated his presence, his quiet support. When we arrived, he led me inside, offering me a drink and a seat on the couch. I wasn’t really expecting anything to happen. And I don’t know if it was the alcohol or not that I have temporarily forgotten my beliefs about his character.

"Thank you," I murmured, accepting the glass he offered. We had agreed to continue our drinking session here. He mentioned that if I intended to get drunk, it was safer to do so in a secure, single location.

"For what?" he asked as he sat beside me.

"For not judging me," I replied. "And for doing the favor."

Silver smiled gently. "Everyone needs someone to lean on sometimes," he said. "And you deserve to be treated with respect."

His words warmed my heart, sparking a glimmer of hope within me. Perhaps it wasn’t the alcohol and dancing I needed to escape my thoughts, but rather someone who would truly listen to me.

Silver and I talked long into the night, sharing stories and laughter. For some reason, our connection was deepening with each passing moment. And then I found myself telling him about Keith, about the way he had slowly taken over my life, siphoning away my money, my trust, my love. And he…listened. Silver listened, his eyes never leaving mine, his expression one of genuine concern and empathy. That brought me to remember my beliefs about him. Talking and spending some time with him somehow changes my views about his character.

It seemed that… he’s not a bad person after all.

"I can’t believe I didn’t see it," I said, my voice breaking. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"You’re not stupid, Grace," Silvester said firmly. "You trusted someone you loved. That’s not stupidity, that’s human nature. Keith is the one who’s at fault, not you."

I nodded, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. Silvester reached out, his thumb gently wiping it away. His touch was warm and reassuring, and for the first time in months, I felt a sense of peace.

Our conversation shifted to lighter topics. We talked about our favorite movies, books, places we’d traveled. Silvester had a way of making me laugh, his stories full of wit and humor. It was a welcome distraction from the chaos of my life. I thought that my peaceful night would continue until a notification and a video ruined my fvcking night.

A video of Keith kissing his mistress was posted on one of my social media accounts. I know I shouldn't let it affect me; I've witnessed his infidelity countless times in person. Yet, seeing him flirt so brazenly, as if our divorce and his actions meant nothing, felt like a direct assault on my pride. It was as if he intentionally stripped me of everything, leaving me hanging and broken, and turning me into the media's laughingstock.

It made me feel fvcking bitter. So hurt and bitter. That was why I asked Silver again to spend a night with me. And the offer was the reason why he looked offended by my proposal.

“Is this because of the video of your ex-husband?” he guessed before I could even explain myself. I slowly nodded my head in response.

Silver stared at me, his dark eyes blazing with anger and something else I couldn't quite place. "And you think spending the night with me will make you get back to him?"

“No. But I need to feel something… anything other than fvcking bitterness and pain.” I said honestly as I met his gaze, unflinching.

He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You have no idea what you're asking for, Grace. I told you.”

I shook my head in defiance. “I know what I’m doing.”

He took a step toward me, and I fought the urge to step back. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, but I held my ground.

“This isn't a game.”

“Then I'm not playing games," I replied, my voice firm.

He took another step closer, closing the distance between us. "And what if I say no?"

I clenched my jaw. It was only then that I realized he had no intention of touching me.

It was already a significant favor that he helped create a scene for the paparazzi. The kiss was solely for the benefit of those media vultures, and nothing more. I followed him to his penthouse, firmly believing that nothing would transpire between us. I was determined to remain silent, yet I found myself pouring out my heart. Throughout my entire stay, Silver never touched me in an inappropriate manner. The last time he did was when we left the bar. But it was only him being a gentleman to me. And since then, his hands were either in his pockets or behind his back. Not that I wanted him to touch me that way, but...

Damn it.

If Silver turned me down, it would be a brutal reminder that no one found me desirable in bed. Keith's cutting remark flashed in my mind—he'd called me boring in bed. That comment had carved out one of my deepest insecurities.

“You know what...” I paused, stepping back to put some space between us. “If you’re not interested in my offer, I’ll just find someone who is.” My words were laced with bitterness.

I was about to leave when Silver's broad hands clasped my wrist, pulling me back toward him. His grip was strong but gentle, firm enough to hold me without causing pain.

“Where the fvck are you going?” he hissed. My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked back at him.

“I’ll find someone else who could fvck me. It seems you don’t.” I stopped and clenched my fist.” “want me…” I finished.

Why am I fvcking feeling let down that he doesn't want me? Have I been mistaken all this time in thinking that he... harbored some emotions for me?

Damn it. Nice job jumping to conclusions, Grace.

"Shh..." His finger pressed gently against my lips, halting any words I might have spoken. "You should hold back those curses. They don't suit you."

His words hit a nerve, and I jerked my gaze back to meet his. "I couldn't care less about what suits me—"

I cut myself off abruptly as Silver slid his thumb into my mouth, his grip firm yet strangely tender on my chin. His focus was fixated on my lips. My body shivered. And fvck, I can’t deny that his actions ignited a fiery sensation deep within me, pulsing through the space between my thighs!

“No one will fvcking touch you except me, Grace.” he muttered drunkenly. The hair in my entire body stood as I looked into his sleepy eyes.

"Then… touch me," I whispered, leaning into his touch.

For a moment, we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. I could feel his hesitation, his internal struggle, but I also felt the spark of desire that flared between us. Finally, he let out a long, ragged breath and stepped back, letting go of me.

"Fine," he said, his voice resigned. “But don't say I didn't warn you."

Relief and anticipation washed over me in equal measure. I followed him as he led me to the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Silver closed the door behind us, the sound echoing in the quiet space.

He turned to face me, his eyes dark and intense. "You can still change your mind, Grace.”

“I won't.” I said, my voice steady.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Then let's get this over with.”

And with that, I watched him begin undressing in front of me, each movement deliberate and controlled. I made a hard swallow as my eyes locked on his chiseled body. And each movement he does is fvcking sexy!

Truth be told, I've encountered countless bodies like his before in this industry—fit men are practically the norm. But for some inexplicable reason, Silvester Vasquez has a hold on me like no other. It's as though he's cast a spell over me, leaving me utterly entranced by what I see.

Silver closed our distance and crouched down to reach for my lips. I automatically close my eyes when I felt his lips against mine. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth that I ended up moaning, drowning on his kisses.

His large hands cupped my breast. I still have my clothes with me yet I could feel the warmth of his hand on my sensitive skin. Silver expertly removed my dress. The air felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me.

Then he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently. He hovered over me, his eyes burning with desire.

“You're sure about this?”

"Yes." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine once again, in a soft, tentative kiss. I responded eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more demanding. I could feel the tension in his body. The way he held himself back, and it only fueled my desire.

I broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and looked up at him. “Don't hold back,” I said, my voice trembling with need. "I want all of you."

Something shifted in his eyes, a dark intensity that made my heart race. He captured my lips again, his kiss fierce and possessive. His hands roamed my body, igniting a fire wherever they touched. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching against him, desperate for more.

“You're playing a dangerous game, Grace," he murmured, his breath

hot against my skin as his kisses went down from my lips to my jaw and down to my neck.

"Then let's play," I whispered, I my hands grasp tightly on his hair.

“Ahh!” Another moan escaped my lips when I felt his lips against my peak and his other hand was playing on its pair. I don’t remember how Silver managed to remove my undergarments, the only thing that’s clouding my mind was the pleasure he was giving me.

“Silver…” I gasped as I bit my lower lip. His lips traveled down to my underboob and down to my stomach. I inhaled a sharp deep breath as my body shivered in anticipation.

My eyes felt so heavy and it felt like I lost all of my strength with the pleasure he was giving. And I don’t know how I still managed to open my eyes and lifted myself to see his kisses lower down from my stomach. Liquid heat came gushing through me when I felt his fingers between my folds.

“A-Ahh! Silver!” my head fell back as I locked his head between my legs, especially when I finally felt his lips kissing my wet femininity. His tongue grazed the whole of me. I want him to stop. I have never felt such pleasure in my life! And he continued lapping me and gave me a glimpse of heaven!

“Silver!” I moaned so loud as my body was starting to reach something unknown. My one hand automatically captured the strands of his hair and tried to pull him away but I was fvcking too late! Before I knew it, my body convulsed and my org@sm hit me.

I slump onto the bed as I try to catch my breath. My legs felt weak. I don’t know what Silver was doing because I was busy calming myself down. But then I felt his warm hands capturing both of my legs and pushing it wide. A gasp of pleasure escaped my lips when I felt something touching my folds. When I opened my eyes, my lips parted at the sight.

Silver sexily ripped off a packet of condom and put it on his shaft expertly. Then his entire focus directed on placing his hardness against my wet and throbbing gap. A new set of heat rushed over me. He looked so drunk at what he was doing. And without ado, Silver entered me with ease.

“Fvck. Fvck. Fvck.” I heard him say as he started moving. There was a slight pain, maybe because it’s been years since I had s*x, but it was bearable. And it instantly disappeared when Silver shifted my position and quickened his pace.

“Ahh!” I moaned as I clung into him. I don’t remember I heard myself sounding like a thirsty woman begging to be sated.

Silver moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I matched his pace, my nails digging into his back as urged him on. The world narrowed to just the two of us, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The tension builds to an unbearable peak. And before I knew it, we came together, the pleasure so intense left me trembling and

breathless. Silvester collapsed beside me, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. I lay there, my body stall tingling with the aftershocks of our passion, feeling more alive than I had in years.

For a long time, we lay in silence, the only sound our labored breathing. I turned to look at him, his face softened in the dim light. “Thank you," I whispered, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.

“You're welcome,” he said softly. “But this changes nothing, Grace.”

“I know," I replied, though deep down, I wasn't so sure.