The Billionaire's Kept Woman

  Ian snuggled to Tracey after setting up the yacht away from the other one. He fell asleep however, there's this loud party again. Tracey was wide awake and she's peeking at the round window. 

"Fuck them. I'm going to blast that yacht." He exclaimed. Tracey giggled and turned to him. 

"I think I know that yacht. One of my friend's yachts." 

"Okay, since you know them, can we kill them?" He was groggy, but then Tracey closed the window and approached him. 

"Go back to sleep." She lay down. "You can put a pillow on my chest." 

  He indeed pillowed over her left chest and listened to her heartbeat. He closed his eyes and relaxed while listening to her heartbeat. He never heard anything like this before. Her heartbeat somehow felt like a beautiful melody. He fell asleep and didn't know how long. But when he woke up, seeing her beautiful curve made him crave for it. She gently pushed him. 

"I need a bathroom." She mumbled and walked toward the bathroom naked. He sat up and blinked. Alright, this is not the first time that he got a hard-on after waking up. This happened when he was sleeping with his ex and whenever he's around Tracey. But forget about his ex. They are done and both of them reconciled. When Tracey came out, he grinned at her but she ignored him as she rummaged on the cabinet. 

"Babe!" He called out. 

"What?" She asked as she checked the pairs of swimsuits. 

"Help," he pointed to his lower part. She lifted two sexy swimsuits and he pointed to the flaming red one. She set it aside and climbed to him. The screaming outside made Ian frowned. He quickly stood and peeked at the window to see the loud yacht party. 

"Let them," Tracey said and pulled him, then pushed him down the bed. "I'm horny too so let's start?" 

  He ignored the noise and made love to his darling. They also make a loud noise about their lovemaking. It was blissful and he cuddled with her after which he never did to any random girls. 

"I'm starving. I want to eat a lot of seafood." She said and rubbed her flat stomach. 

"We'll steam lobsters, crabs." 

  She washed up first and put on the new pair of swimsuits while he only put his shorts on. He went to the kitchen and took out the big lobsters. He put it on the steamer together with other crustaceans while Tracey was preparing sliced fruits and vegetable salads. He glanced at her and admired that her buttocks were bigger than before and also her legs. She looks utterly sexy. 

"Babe when you go up you have to cover that sexy ass. I hate those assholes peeking on us. I'll turn this yacht around to somewhere safer." 

  He set the steamer in a timer and went upstairs. It's already getting dark and he puts his special sunglasses on and adjusts them to check the people on the yacht, using them like binoculars. He reached out his tablet and checked the people's identity. If this is in America or Europe, he could call the police to shut them up. They've been harassing him since then. They were having at him but instead of waving back, he turned the yacht away near to the deepest part. They might not be able to approach them but it seemed that they were still screaming. 

  He went down to the kitchen and made the sauce for their dinner. He put the steamed crustaceans in a big bowl. They set up their dinner on the beautiful view outside near the pool with a light on top of them.

"You don't want rice?" He asked. 

"I'm fine with these." She said and reached for the gloves. 

"I'll have to open these for you." He lifted the big lobster.

"I'll film it!" She reached for her phone quickly and started filming him. 

"Babe it's still hot." He said and reached the gloves to put it on and the shell cracker. 

"You are hot," Tracey said seductively. He cracked the lobster claw and took out the meat. He dipped it in the spicy sauce that she loves and fed it to her. "Yum." 

"Me or the lobster?" He grinned at her. 

"Since I am starving, I will choose the lobster." Tracey giggled as they ate happily and finished the three big lobsters and three crabs and other shrimps. Tracey burped and covered her mouth. She reached the coke and stood. 

"Do you want to go to a bar nearby?" He asked. 

"Sure." She grinned. "It's just eight in the evening. Let's go?" 

"Yeah, I'll clean this up." He said and finished the salad that she made for him. 

"I need a moment in the bathroom." She rushed downstairs. 

  Ian noticed that she has a fast metabolism, probably because she always eats vegetables and fruits every day. He also loves how she's diligent in exercising mostly her core to make it flat. She also has muscles. After cleaning up, he brushed his teeth. He searched for something to wear but she already set it up. He stared at the dress that she's wearing and it shows her beautiful curve that made him mesmerized. 

"Wow," he mumbled while wiping his lips. 

"What?" 

"You are stunning, baby." 

"Thanks." 

  The couple cuddled in front of the controls while he's teaching her how to operate the yacht. They drove past the yacht who continued partying and he parked in the area near the resthouse that he bought. He locked everything and set up the security alarm. Then, they use the jet ski to reach the dock. He held his darling's hand as they walked toward the bar that was a few meters away from the rest house. 

"Do you really like my dress?" She asked. 

"Yes. You are so stunning." He rubbed her curves and sighed. "I hate to show you up to everyone in that bar." 

  When they reached the bar, he quickly searched for a vacant table on the corner. He takes her there. 

"What do you want to drink?" 

"Just a cocktail is fine." She smiled at him. 

  He went to get the cocktail and waited for it when she noticed girls giggling and eying Ian. She frowned when she realized that it was supposed to be the best friend she had who acted cute around and left her when Alessandro revealed that he was married. She said hurtful things toward her. Niana Amon. She looked away and reached for her phone to get busy so they wouldn't notice her. She's a little nervous right now. She wished to leave but with a handsome man with her, she will surely stand out. 

  In a few moments, Ian came with a tray of their drinks and peanuts. He smiled at her and reached her left cheek. 

"What's wrong?" He asked. 

  She held his hand over her cheek. 

"Those girls that were looking at us were my friends." 

"Hmm," he twisted his lips. "You said it in the past tense." 

"Yes," 

"Okay," He smiled at her and pulled his hand, and reached her hand to hold it. "Try the cocktail." 

  She nodded and sipped on it. 

"It's good." 

  Ian heard the footsteps as three girls approached them. 

"Tracey, hey!" Niana greeted warmly as Tracey turned to them and she received a hug. Tracey stood and faced them and was about to talk. They looked at her from head to toe and cringed. "You get fat. What have you been eating? Are you pregnant?" 

  Tracey suddenly felt bold. Her hands were frozen although she wanted to cover her body. 

"I think she's been broken-hearted after Alessandro." One of the girls said. 

  Ian stood and pulled Tracey as he laughed. 

"Fat you say?" Ian carefully caressed her flat stomach. "This is not fat. This is an hourglass shape, bitch." 

  Tracey's eyes dilated from Ian's voice. 

"If you look at yourselves in the mirror, you'll see a stick or probably flat chested who wore fake boobs but still has a flat ass." Tracey never saw him looking like a psychopath. "How dare you body shame my girl?" 

  He stepped forward as the girls started shuddering, and Ian caressed Niana's face and scooped her neck. 

"Don't you ever say unpleasant words to my girl? Or else, I'll cut your tongue myself." 

"You~you psycho!" One of the girls screamed, and Ian let go of the woman's neck. They stepped back and left quickly. 

"Ian," Tracey held his arm. He still stared at them with murderous eyes. "Ian." She called again, and he looked down at her with a big smile. 

"Are you alright, baby girl? Let's get down and finish our drink so we can leave." 

  Tracey sat down and finished her cocktail. He takes his time drinking his beer and eating the roasted peanuts. She bit her lips and looked at him. His face looks gloomy. 

"Are you still angry?" She asked, afraid that he might let out his frustration to her. But those negative thoughts just faded. 

"I'm angry at those bitches." He mumbled and reached his face. "You are beautiful, Tracey. And don't let anyone bully you like that." 

"I~I don't want to be rude to them since I thought of them as my friends… but now… after what they said made me~uncomfortable." 

"Hmm," he grinned. "I think I should take you out of here. Ever since we got in here, lots of men eyed your chest and your back. Let's leave before I rip their eyes from their faces." 

  She giggled and picked her purse. She never heard a man sound so dangerous yet sexy at the same time. She sure is lucky.