Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Three

Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Three
Samuel’s POV

So, here I am, moping around like a lost little puppy at the party of the year, because of a girl I just met. Fuck. What is wrong with me? I honestly took one look at Tiff, and my heart and soul went all in. Now she’s disappeared, and so has her best friend.

I don’t understand why she just left without warning. One minute we were making out and talking about a ‘meeting’ of souls, the next minute she proclaimed she couldn’t do this, and she was gone. I searched the entire apartment to find her, but she was nowhere to be found. I walked up the Nathan, Dante, and Dutton.

“Hey, Samuel, you've got to come see Dante’s red room,” Dutton exclaimed.

“Really?” I laughed.

“Yeah, a fucking red room,” Nathan replied. I could tell he was a little tipsy.

“The previous owner even stocked it with new toys for him,” Dutton laughed.

“Well, let’s go then,” I declared.

“Let’s go right now,” Nathan responded.

Dante led us down the hall and ushered us in. He paused to see my reaction, so I exaggerated it.

“This is crazy!” I exclaimed, looking around. “Nathan, did you know your neighbors were this kinky?”

“I had no clue, and they lived underneath me!” Nathan laughed.

“It’s intriguing, though,” Dutton commented. “What did they do for a job? Just curious.”

“The wife is a designer, jewelry, I think, and the husband, I think, was a professor at Columbia,” Nathan advised.

“Who lived here?” I asked.

“Brendon Anders,” Nathan stated.

“No fucking way,” I chuckled. “Uptight Prof. Anders has a kinky side. Who would have known?”

“Seems that way,” Dutton laughed. “You can’t really tell what a person does in private by what they look like professionally.”

“No, you really can’t,” I smirked. If they only knew. Dante’s red room is pretty standard for an at-home BDSM room — nothing too out there. No suspension hooks, no electronic sex machine, no cage, no rope, no set of wooden stocks, honestly, I could go on and on with everything this room is missing. I’ve seen it all. Cynthia took me to countless sex clubs and dungeons and taught me everything.

Maybe Tiff should run away from me. I’m not sure if she’s willing to step outside her vanilla lifestyle into mine. I think she has it in her, though. We dominants can usually tell. Tiff would be the sweetest sub ever for me. I know if I gave her what she wanted, but she was too afraid to ask for, her surrender would be delicious. Fuck. Don’t get your hopes up, Samuel. 

After visiting the red room, we all went back to the main party. The crowd had started to thin a bit, so we sat on the couches and talked. Amelie showed back up just as we were sitting down.

“Amelie, have you seen Tiff?” I asked.

“Yes, she had a bad migraine, so I helped her go upstairs,” Amelie replied.

“Oh,” I uttered. “I didn’t even get her number.”

“Samuel, I can tell that she likes you and you like her, but you need to be patient,” Amelie stated. “She just broke up with her boyfriend of two years. Trust me, she’ll come around. Just give her time.”

“Right, time,” I responded, but that was the last thing I wanted and needed. If patience were a virtue, I literally had none. I sighed and decided at that moment to drink my face off for the rest of the night.

Tiff’s POV

I’m lying in bed regretting my decision to flee the party. Peter didn’t want me anymore. Why should I care so much about him or what other people think about me moving on so soon? Argh… I left the super-hot Samuel downstairs all sexually riled up and basically prey for all the horned-up girls down there. Tiff! What were you thinking? Now here you are tossing and turning, thinking about how epic his kisses were. I honestly don’t know where he learned to kiss like that, but PHEW! The man can kiss. Like toe curling, panty wetting kisses. I’ve never been kissed like that. He was so dominant. I loved that.

What? Was that a scream? I jumped out of bed, threw on my robe, and raced out of my room. Oh my god… Zander collapsed in the hallway, and Ame is kneeling beside him.

“Ame, let me check him,” I stated. I checked his pulse. “He still has a pulse.” I leaned down to his nose. “Still breathing, but shallow.”

Nathan was standing on the stairs. “Nathan, call an ambulance,” I yelled at him.

I started CPR.

“He’s going to be ok, Ame,” I advised.

“Zander, please wake up,” she sobbed.

The ambulance arrived five minutes later, and Zander was on his way, with Ame in the ambulance, to the hospital fifteen minutes after that.

Nathan called himself a car service as he had been drinking at the party.

“Nathan, can I have Samuel’s number?” I asked him.

“Sure,” he said, smiling. “He asked Amelie for yours, but Amelie said she couldn’t give it out without your permission. So, I’m sure he won’t mind you having his. I’ll text it to you.”

“Thanks, Nathan,” I expressed.

He quickly texted me Samuel’s number and headed out the door on the way to the hospital.

I ran back up the stairs and into my room. I snatched my phone off the bedside table. There it was, Samuel’s phone number. Ok, you have it, Tiff. Now what are you going to do with it? Well, it’s 3:45 am. I don’t think I can text or call it now, maybe in the late morning. Get some sleep and then text him.

I slept like a baby knowing that I had Samuel’s number. In fact, it was almost noon when I woke up. It should be safe to text him now.

Tiff: Hi, Samuel. I just wanted to thank you for such a good time last night at the party. I’m sorry I ran off like that. Would you let me buy you coffee to make amends?

Samuel: Who is this?

Tiff: It’s Tiff from the party last night, Amelie’s friend.

Samuel: Tiff who?

My heart dropped into my stomach in two seconds flat.