bonus

and as an added bonus. chapter 9 and 10 from Mommy is dating a Billionaire.

I've split them up in the story, but I wrote them as one really long chapter.

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Cas’ pov

“Sorry. Sorry. I mean, you kissed me, and that was wrong. But it’s really bad hitting you. Shit. Sorry. Really!” Ripley said, surprising me.

She stared at her hand and then my face, as if she had done it without thinking. Her fingers reached out, and I wondered if she wanted to see if I was okay, but Ripley quickly pulled back.

“It’s been a while since someone got a slap or punch in,” I countered, rubbing my cheek. Making sure to make it look like it hurt. But her little slap was nothing compared to some of the violence I endured.

I had made myself strong and made sure nobody was able to hurt me. Every day I trained, not just to look good but to make sure I would be able to defend myself against anything.

The feeling of helplessness I had felt as a kid was something I never wanted to feel again.

“I’m sure I am not the first woman to slap you.” Ripley said, raising an eyebrow.

“This makes your apology a lot less believable.”

She shook her head, “no, I don’t mean it like that. I was wrong. Hitting is wrong. Unless it’s self-defensive, of course.”

“Was this self-defense?” I teased Ripley, finding this whole thing very amusing.

“No. Sort of? You kissed me! We have signed a contract that clearly stated, -”

I interrupted Ripley, stopping her from quoting the entire contract we had signed an hour ago. “You kissed me back. So it’s not nonconsensual.”

Ripley blushed, and her eyes grew wide. “I did not!”

“You sure did. I even felt some tongue. You liked the kiss, didn’t you? Do you want another taste?” I teased the not-so-innocent woman across from me.

God, if I had known she would get so worked up over one little kiss, I would have done it much sooner. This was fun.

Not to mention, the kiss wasn’t that bad. It was different than the kisses I was used to, but not bad.

Ripley looked mortified, staring at her hands. “no! I didn’t like it. You broke the contract. On the first damn date! How can I trust that you won’t do something else? How can I trust you to hold up your end of the deal?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “It was just a kiss.”

“You’re a man-whore who probably kisses ten women a week, but it’s the first time in years I have kissed someone.” Ripley replied, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. It looked fucking sexy and made me want to bite into her plush lip next time I kissed her.

“How many people have you kissed in your life?” I asked, wondering out loud why this was such a big deal to her.

Ripley avoided eye contact. “Why does that matter?”

“How many?”

“Is this another question on your list?” Ripley said before taking a sip of her tea.

It started to make sense. Why she was so prudish, why she was playing so hard to get. Ripley had only ever been with her dead husband. He was probably her high school sweetheart or some disgusting other love story, and she hadn’t dated since.

I’d still fuck her, though. She’d be even more grateful than the woman I usually take to bed. I scoffed. Ripley would probably cum just by flicking against her clit once. That built-up pressure of not being with someone for that long….

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ripley asked. “Stop smirking! I didn’t even answer your stupid question.”

“I’m the second person you’ve ever kissed.” I stated, knowing it was true. “I’ll be the second man you’ll ever fuck. It’s an honor, honestly.”

Ripley stood up, “are you done eating? Because I have lost my appetite.”

“I was thinking of having you for desert. Might need to dust some things off, but I’m sure under all that cobweb, your pussy still works.”

I swear, I could see a vein start popping in her forehead. Ripley was about to explode. I wonder if she will slap me again.

She put her hands over her head, sighing deeply. “I have two toddlers, and I thought they had tested me in every way imaginable. The amount of patience I have needed to not lose my shit with them has been more than I ever thought I had. I was sure nothing and nobody could phase me anymore. But wow. You are a piece of work. You’re a spoiled man-child. Nobody has ever told you no, so you just take whatever you want. But you can own me. You will not have me. After these dates, I will have your money, and you will have wasted your time on nothing.”

Ripley looked me in the eyes with a look that was close to hatred. “So treasure the kiss, because it will be the last time you ever touch me.”

I got up from my seat. This was no longer fun. Nobody insults me like this and gets away with it. Calling me a spoiled child!

I moved closer to Ripley, looking down at her with a look that had scared many men away. “Leave. I will see you tonight, and your attitude had better change by then.”

“Or what….?” Ripley didn’t look or sound impressed. Her eyes squinted and her jaw locked, grinding those teeth out of anger. She was just as pissed off as I was.

“You’ll see.” I threatened, not sure what I would do yet.

I walked away without so much of a glance.

If she brought that attitude with her tonight, I’d find a way to punish her.

The first thing that came to mind was spanking her, which made me roll my eyes at myself. Spanking a woman is hardly a punishment for either party and always leads to sex. If she had proof of my handprint on her ass, that contract would be broken in no time, and I’d have to pay up without getting anything out of it.

No. I would find another way to get back at Ripley. Fuck her and her stubbornness. Fuck her and her perfect pouty lips that tasted and felt so good.

The games had just started, and this time, I wasn’t going to mess around anymore. I needed a plan, and a good one. I needed to be perfect.

I needed to make her eat her words before swallowing my load.

Fucking hell. I needed to become prince-fucking charming and woo the pants off Ripley. I needed to start paying attention to her conversation and actually make an effort.

I grunted. Would this really be worth it? I thought taking her on a few dates would be enough, but now I actually need to make some effort.

Then I remembered the look on Ripley’s face. The hatred in her eyes and the words of venom she had spewed.

Yeah, it would be worth it. That look of hatred would turn into one of love and then of despair when I dumped her after one night.

By the time it was time for our date, everything was in place. The new nanny I had hired was perfect. The best of the best, and I had made sure she had stopped by work so Ripley could meet her first. There was no way in hell Ripley could find fault in this woman.

She was like a saint. Perfect record—not too pretty, but not scary-looking either. She had kids of her own that were grown up. One is a lawyer, and the other is working for doctors without borders. Nanny Luticia was impeccable at her work and had ten references from prominent families to prove it.

I had picked a romantic restaurant and had paid extra for a booth in the pack, so we would have privacy. I’d bought flowers and even a small gift to apologize.

Fucking apologize. It was a lie, but it was not the first time I had to lie to get what I wanted.

And to top things off, I had bought Ripley a dress and sent it to her house.

By the end of the week—no,  maybe by the end of this date—she would be putty in my hands.

Or at least, hate me a lot less.

I sat in my chair, waiting for Ripley. Tonight, I would play the perfect gentleman. Something I knew how to do because it was how I was raised. Pulling out a woman’s chair and giving compliments.

It was fucking fake, but I knew it worked on most. But with the money and power I had, it had been years since I had to resort to such idiocy. Why pretend when it’s clear the women I sleep with only want one thing.

Ripley only wanted one thing, too. My money. Yet she was acting like I was forcing her to take it.

Does she even know how lucky she is?

A gorgeus woman was walking towards me, her hair up and a dress that showed off her body perfectly. That cute belly, those perky boobs. Long legs, which looked even longer with the help of some heels.

This wasn’t how I had ever seen Ripley before.

If the dress she wore at lunch impressed me, then this dress floored me.

I did pick it out, of course.

As soon as Ripley reached the table, I pulled out her chair and handed her the flowers and her gift.

“Is this my punishment?” Ripley joked.

“No punishment is needed, right?” I replied. “You’re here looking drop-dead gorgeous with a smile on your face. So I think we should let this afternoon go and start fresh.”

“Thank you for the flowers.” Ripley said, and I motioned for a server to take the flowers away to be given back after dinner.

“Open it.” I pointed to the small box.

Ripley carefully opened the package, which contained two small diamond stud earrings.

“They’re beautiful.” She whispered. “They’re not real, right?”

I chuckled, “they are.”

"But what if I lose them? Like Kim K? Or what if someone tries to steal them? Like Kim K. as well."

I don’t know if she was joking or not. They weren’t that expensive. They were simple diamond studs. I knew anything more intricate than that Ripley wouldn’t accept.

“They’re not that expensive.” I replied. “Put them in.”

“What does not expensive mean to you, because it might mean something else to me?”

I shook my head with a smile on my face. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask how much a gift costs? Don’t worry, it’s not worth more than this dinner, and the nanny will cost me.”

This didn’t seem to help, because Ripley now looked guilty and conflicted. She took the earrings out of the box and switched them with her own.

“Why are you being so nice?” she asked. “Um, sorry. And thank you.”

“You’re welcome, and consider it an apology for stealing a kiss. And everything after that.”

Ripley raised an eyebrow and nodded her head, clearly not believing me yet. “So, fresh start?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe we should use that list of yours again, of topics to discuss during a date,” Ripley joked nervously. “Considering I’ve barely been on any dates and you, um, how do I put this?”

“Usually skip dinner and go straight for dessert?" I replied. “I’ve heard I am somewhat of a man whore.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Well, the whore part would indicate I get paid, and usually the women get more out of it money-wise than I do.”

Ripley leaned forward, her breasts catching my eye. The low neckline was the reason I picked this dress, and it did not disappoint. It was better she didn’t know this dress cost three times as much as the earrings.

I had no fucking clue about dresses, but I had an assistant pick out a selection for me to choose from, and this one from Robert Cavalli caught my eye. It was simple, yet irresistible. A little like Ripley right now.

Open back with small straps made of black silk that fell perfectly between her breasts. Fuck, it was perfect. Plus, it had a slit on the right side, and when Ripley sat down, her bare leg was very close to my hand, which was resting on my knee.

My fingers brushed against the skin before I placed my hand back on the table.

“Do women only sleep with you for the money?”

I shook my head, “no. That’s an added bonus. I assume it’s the whole image. The way I look, the things I own, the power I have. It’s a turn-on for a lot of women.”

“But not me.”

“But not you.” I repeated. “But even you must admit, it’s nice to experience such luxury.”

Ripley nodded her head, “it is. But I feel out of place, like I don’t belong.”

"So, where do you belong?”

“At McDonald's,” Ripley joked. “No, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just that I’m not used to being out by myself. That I’m something else, beside mommy, for an evening.”

“I can call you mommy.” I joked, which earned me a giggle.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” Ripley said with a broad smile. Was she acting nice like I was?

Probably.

“So, um. What do your parents do? That’s something people ask during dates right?”

Ripley nodded. “My dad worked in I.T., and my mom used to work as a teaching assistant. I’m not sure what she’s up to now. We lost touch.”

“Why?”

“Long story.” Ripley said, before the waitress brought us the drink I had ordered before Ripley arrived.

Ripley smiled at the woman and then turned to me. “I didn’t order this.”

“You’ll like it. And if not, we’ll get you something else.”

“Okay. Um. And is there a menu or?”

The waitress smiled at Ripley. “Mr. Hemming has ordered for you already. A vegetarian five-course meal. The first course will arrive any minute.”

“You remembered.”

I scoffed, “I remember everything from this afternoon.”

“Except the parts you didn’t listen to.”

Ripley was quick. Always ready to talk back. It was annoying and challenging at the same time.

Sighing and taking a sip from my drink, I tried to choose my words carefully. “I am a busy man. Sometimes my mind is too preoccupied to focus.”

“I can understand that. But do you realize how it makes people feel when you ignore them?” Ripley replied, sounding kind instead of angry.

I shrugged. “That’s not something I bother to care about.”

“Well, in my case, I felt disrespected. As if I wasn’t important enough to listen to. Your time is valuable, but so is mine. I’d rather you tell me if you are unable to focus instead of pretending to listen.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. “This sounds like something you’ve said before.”

Ripley nodded, “my husband. He was so stressed about the whole situation we were in that it often felt like I was talking to a wall.”

“What was your husband like?” The first course was brought out, and Ripley eyed her plate like she was looking at something she had never seen in her life.

“How do I eat this?” she whispered after the server left.

Fuck. It was adorable.

“Despite what it may look like, everything is edible. Just try it.”

“With a fork or…?” She whispered, looking around.

The plate was decorated beautifully with pieces of exotic vegetables, jellanous shapes, and sauce. I didn’t have a fucking clue which was which. But it looked like a piece of art.

“I own the restaurant. So nobody will care how you eat it,” I said, before taking a piece and bringing it to her lips.

Ripley opened her mouth, taking a bite. I put my finger in the sauce, bringing it to her lips, and I wondered if she would lick my finger.

When she hesitated, I placed some sauce on her lip before licking my own finger clean.

Ripley stared at me with a confused look on her face and then licked her lips, making my dick twitch inside my pants.

“You own this restaurant?” she asked, after regaining her composure.

"Yes, and a few more, but this is the only one in the city with a Michelin star.” I explained. “Only the best for you.”

Ripley laughed suddenly, her expression changing. “Now I know you’re faking. There is no way someone can change this fast. Where did Cas go?”

“O, he’s still here. I am just trying something new.”

Ripley shook her head, “nope. You can’t change this much in a few hours.”

“Would you rather I go back to before?”

“Maybe.” Ripley stared at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before. “I don’t know. At least before I knew you were telling the truth. Now it feels like I’m part of some con. I’m supposed to go on ten dates and see that you’re an okay guy, right? But how will I do that if you behave like someone else?”

“As if you've given me a fair chance.” I replied, not believing anything coming out of her mouth.

“I am here, am I not?”

“Because you have no choice.”

Ripley nodded, a stray hair falling before her eyes. “True. But the food is nice. I think. I have no idea what I just ate.”

I chuckled. “So you prefer asshole Cas over prince Charming?”

“I didn’t say that.” She teased. “Maybe we can just have a nice conversation instead of an argument? Like a real conversation?”

“About what?” I asked, wondering where this was going.

“Usually people talk about shared interests, but it seems like we enjoy different things in life. And we had a very different upbringing.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, you had money and everything you wanted.” Ripley replied.

“And you had two loving parents, and I had two assholes that wanted a perfect clone to take over one day.” I said.

“So we’re both disappointments to our parents?” Ripley said with a wink.

“How do you know I disappoint my parents?”

Ripley shrugged her bare shoulders. She had goosebumps. Was she cold?

I stood up, took my jacket off, and placed it over her shoulders. Ripley looked up at me, her face close to mine. “Thank you. And I did a little research on you after I came home. It’s only fair since you did a background check on me. But you sound very different from your father.”

I gave Ripley a peck on the top of her head and then sat back down. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Ripley blushed before carefully picking something from her plate, like she was a little hamster foraging for food. “According to the internet, you’re one of the top bachelors out there. You run a successful business, support charities, and even helped with a few Make a Wish kids. You look a lot like your dad, though, besides the beard.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “it’s for tax purposes. And why do you think I got the beard? And the tattoos.”

The word tattoos seemed to interest Ripley, but she didn’t ask any questions about it. “Well, your father doesn’t seem to have the same need for tax benefits.” Ripley said. “I also read that you are rumored to be dating the daughter of a very rich oil magnet."

“Yes,” I joked. “She’ll join us shortly. I thought we could have a three-way.”

“I am not sure if you’re joking or not.”

The next course was brought to the table, and I patted Ripley’s hand softly. “I’m joking.”

Ripley chuckled, “you probably had your share of threesomes or orgies. And I got pregnant the first time I had sex. And I can literally count the number of times I had sex on two hands.”

My eyes went wide with shock. “You’re fucking joking. Your husband died a year ago. What were you doing before that?”

“He was overseas for a long time, but even before that, we were too busy or stressed. I mean, it wasn’t like we were madly in love either. We were friends who made a stupid mistake that gave us the greatest gift ever. If I hadn’t been so careless, I wouldn’t have River and Rose. But I wasn’t in the mood for sex when I was pregnant, and once they were here, well, we were too busy. ”

“Why did you name them River and Rose? Did you want another R name?” I asked.

“My husband, Oliver. He liked, no, he loved, Doctor Who. I think that’s what drew me to him. He reminded me of my dad. Same hobbies and personality. I was trying to find a man that was like my dad, because I missed him.”

I didn’t know what Doctor Who was, but I assumed another show or movie.

“But you weren’t in love? Did he know that?”

Ripley nodded, “I think he did. We didn’t say it out loud, but I think we both knew we wouldn’t have been together if I didn’t get pregnant. Before he died, um, he, um...”

Ripley sounded like she was going to cry any moment.

“So, what do you think after you did your research? Has your opinion changed, or am I still an ass?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.

Ripley wiped away a tear before chuckling. “It didn’t change much, no. I didn’t know much about you before. Which was maybe a bit dumb, considering I did sign a contract with you. All I knew was that you were rich and people were intimidated by you.”

“And now?”

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of paparazzi picks of you with different girls that don’t look like me at all. I’ve read about your business and your charities. But I don’t think it helped to get to know you. But maybe that’s not necessary anyway.”

Ripley shrugged her shoulders, my jacket almost falling down. “Because if we’re really honest, then we have to admit that, despite having a nice conversation at an amazing restaurant, we're not on a real date. We’re not here to get to know each other. We’re here because you can’t handle hearing no, and I’m here because I need the money. If things were different, then…”

“Then what?”

Ripley bit her lip. “Tonight was nice, but it wasn’t real. It’s nice to be able to talk to an adult and have a real conversation, but you don’t really care about me or my past. This is just a game to you.”

“And I’m just a paycheck to you. But that doesn’t mean that until we complete the ten dates, we can’t have fun despite our ulterior motives.”

“Does that mean I get to pick the next date?”

“Fine,” I grunted.

Ripley began to smile, and, fuck, she looked good when she smiled. A real one. With teeth and squinty eyes. Not one of those fake smiles where people try to still look perfect. “Tomorrow night?”

“You’re in a rush….” I teased.

“The sooner we get it over with..." she teased me back. While tonight had gone much better, it was clear my plan had failed. Partly, at least. Being the perfect gentleman didn’t work, but we did have a pleasant conversation where Ripley didn’t look like she wanted to bite my head off.

Tonight went so well that it almost made me forget my plan.

Almost.