Stuck with My Bad Boy Billionaire Boss: An Age Gap Workplace Romance

By Kasia Kain

OMG the wedding of the century!  I can't believe it. 

Wait, what? No, you don't find the perfect husband at 23…

Sebastian Wright, Older Billionaire, handsome as hell and he's mine!

That deep husky sensual voice he has with the most piercing blue eyes ever.

And that damn kiss. 

I will never forget it. 

Never forget the way his lips taste. 

With his tongue swirling around inside my mouth.

I fight the urge to run my hands over his bulging muscles. 

You know what I mean.

He told me she left him because his business ventures got a little rough financially.

I will stand by Sebastian through everything.  The good, the bad, no matter what. 

He is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kasia Kain
• Release date: Aug 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798224040636

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First Impressions

Riley

I step out of my car and take a deep breath. Smog and excitement lay thick in the air. I've always wanted to live in Hollywood, and now that I'm here, I'm not going to let anything stand in my way. I adjust my backpack and make my way to the gym to relieve some stress in my muscles.

As soon as I enter the gym, I can tell it's not going to be an ordinary day. The receptionist greets me with a huge smile and hands me a clipboard.

Hey Riley! Looks like you have a client waiting for you, she says. Good luck!

I nod and make my way to the weight room where I see a tall, dark-haired man in his late thirties. He's wearing a suit and tie. That's odd. Who wears a suit and tie for a workout?

Hi. Are you here for training? I say, using my professional voice.

He turns his broad-shouldered frame around and looks at me with piercing blue eyes. His gaze trails the length of my fit, petite frame. I don't think that I require training. So, unfortunately, I am not the person you are looking for, he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I can't help but feel a little irritated by him. Who does he think he is, telling me he doesn’t need my training? And why is he wearing a suit to the gym?

"Well, you are standing in the personal trainer’s section of the gym. My section. So, if you aren’t here to train, kindly step away," I huff, looking around for my actual client, since this man certainly isn’t it.

What's your name? he asks, crossing his thick arms. I can tell they are muscular by the bulge his broad shoulders create in his suit jacket.

I'm Riley, I say, confidence oozing off me as my hands find their way to rest on my curvy hips.

Riley, he repeats, nodding. Well, Riley, I'm Sebastian Wright.

He pauses as if expecting me to have a reaction. I make an I don’t care face and he laughs.

Riley, he says again, letting the name roll of his tongue sensually. It gives me chills and I look away. See you around!

I roll my eyes as he walks away in long, confident strides. As attractive as he is, he's definitely not my type. And I have much better things to do than get to know him. Since he is not my client, I just assume the receptionist made a mistake. So, instead of training someone else, I will focus on my own workout, pushing myself to the limit and forgetting all about Sebastian.

My mind clears as I concentrate on the present moment, pushing through the pain and discomfort to become stronger. I remind myself that I am in control of my destiny and I will not let anyone stand in the way of my dreams. I am determined to make a name for myself in Hollywood, and I won't let anyone distract me from my goals.

Soon enough, my workout ends, and I gather my things and head towards the exit. But just as I'm about to leave, I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and see Sebastian standing there, a charming smile on his face. Huh, I thought he left...

You know, Riley, I like you. You've got spunk.

I scoff. What's that supposed to mean?

It means you're not afraid to stand up for yourself, he says, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

I won't lie, I do feel a little flattered, but I'm not about to let him know that.

Thanks, I guess, I say, trying to sound nonchalant.

I need someone like you on my team, he says, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

I raise an eyebrow. What ‘team’?

My business team, he says, shrugging. I'm a financial advisor and own a gym as well. We could use someone with your spirit as one of our fitness trainers.

I'm surprised by his offer but also more than a little skeptical. It’s poor manners to go to a gym and then try to pilfer one of the trainers to join a different gym.

A financial adviser, hmm? My tone oozes sarcasm. Wow, I didn't know financial advisors could be so out of touch with etiquette as to wear suits to the gym. No one around to advise you on that, I guess, I say, trying to inject some humor into the situation while making my point. Do you usually go around recruiting people like this? I gesture to his way over-the-top expensive attire.

He arches an eyebrow as if he's not used to being challenged. Not usually, no, he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. But I do have a proposition for you, if you're interested.

I'm intrigued now, despite myself. What kind of proposition?

He leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

As I said, I need a good trainer for my gym, he says. Someone smart, capable, and not afraid to get their hands dirty. And I have a feeling you fit the bill.

I stare at him, stunned as, slowly, the name and face click together in my mind. I’ve seen him on TV giving interviews and I know pop media news outlets like to follow his love life. Looking at him now, I remember he is also a billionaire. The idea of working for someone like him is both thrilling and intimidating. I can feel myself wavering, despite my reservations. Working for him would mean a steady paycheck, something that's been in short supply since I moved to Hollywood. And there's something about his confidence and charisma that's hard to resist.

I decide to play hard to get. I don't know about that, I say, raising an eyebrow. Why would you need me, specifically? We just met.

Sebastian chuckles.

He suddenly leans in closer, and I feel my heart racing, his warm breath on my neck. I think you're just the kind of person I've been looking for, he murmurs. Someone who's not afraid to take risks and go after what they want.

I try to play it cool, but all sorts of thoughts race through my head. What does he mean by what they want? Is he just talking about a job opportunity, or is there something more to it?

Well, I'm flattered, I say, trying to keep my voice steady. But I'm not sure I'm the right fit for your team.

Sebastian chuckles. Oh, I think you'd fit in just fine, he says, his voice low and seductive. I could teach you a thing or two about the world of finance.

I can't help but feel a little flutter in my stomach at the thought of working with him. But I have to be careful. I don't want to risk my reputation.

I appreciate the offer, Sebastian, but I don’t think I want to switch jobs, I say, standing up straight and putting a bit of distance between us. Sebastian nods, seemingly unfazed by my rejection.

He steps back, shrugging, but his eyes still hold a hint of amusement. Suit yourself, he says. But don't be surprised if I come calling again. You've got a fire in you, Riley. I like that.

And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there with a million questions swirling around in my head.

I make my way home, unlock my door and step inside. I can feel the weight of the day starting to settle on my shoulders. I kick off my shoes and head to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water.

I take a sip and lean against the counter, my thoughts drifting back to Sebastian.

Sebastian's pushiness is really frustrating me, and I can't believe he inserted himself into my life like that while I was at work. I try to shake off the memory of him and our undeniable chemistry, instead focusing on my own goals and aspirations.

I purse my full lips and try to focus on something else, anything else.

The rest of the evening is spent working on my fitness routine and preparing for tomorrow's sessions. One of the frustrating parts of the job is my inconsistent schedule. I’m only paid when I train clients and some days, like today, I don’t have anyone on the docket. I still show up to the gym to get my own workouts in, but the truth is... I’m not building my clientele fast enough. Apart from walk-ins, my regulars aren’t enough to keep me that busy.

I am determined to succeed, though, and I will not let anything or anyone get in the way of that. I don't want to let anyone down, especially myself.

Finally, after a long day of planning and prep, I decide to take a quick shower and clear my head. The warm water feels good against my skin, and I let my mind wander as I wash away the sweat and grime of the day.

But even as I try to relax, I can't shake the memory of Sebastian's voice, and those smoldering blue eyes. Something about him draws me in and makes me want to take a chance and see where it could lead.

But for now, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the present. I have a job to do, clients to train, and a life to build. Sebastian may be tempting, but I need to stay focused.

As I drift off to sleep, I make a mental note to avoid Sebastian at all costs. If he decides to show up at the gym again, I will just look the other way and ignore him. I don't want his influence in my life, no matter how good-looking he may be.

Enemies to Employee

Sebastian

It's been days since I last saw Riley, and I still can't get her out of my head. I finally decided to go to the gym where she works out, hoping to see her again.

Walking into the gym, I scan the room, looking for any sign of her. I spot Riley on the treadmill. She looks focused, and I can't help but admire her dedication to her fitness routine. Riley is jogging on the treadmill, her hair tied back in a messy bun and her face glistening with sweat. Her eyes are fixed ahead, and her breaths come in short, steady bursts. She's wearing a black tank top and leggings that hug her curves, accentuating her toned physique. Despite the intense workout, she seems to be in her element, lost in her thoughts, as she pounds away on the machine. My mind wanders to all the things I want to do to her.

Seeing her ass jiggle with each move on the treadmill, I grab her by the waist, stopping the treadmill, and leaning into her.

Wouldn’t it be fun to have an intense workout together? I say with a half-smirk. She nods, dropping her gaze to the bulge in my pants as I unzip my pants revealing my erect cock.

Are you sure you’re ready for it? I ask as I slowly make my way down to her pants, sliding them down a bit. I slip my finger into the waistband and lock eyes with her. Then, I start to finger her clitoris. She’s already wet for me. I feel her arousal as she clutches me, moaning slowly in my chest.

Damn, Riley. You have one sexy, hot body, I praise her as I place my cock gently on her pussy, leaning her against the monitor of the treadmill, lifting her one leg up, trying to get access to what I have been imagining since I met her.

I slowly push my dick inside her tight, warm center, stroking it back and forth, making her ass rock with my movements. She places her lips on my lips in a struggle to hide her moans, asking me to do it with more power. Without wasting a second, I again start to move my dick inside her pussy, as I see her giving in to her desires. She is close to orgasming and so am I, so I pull away, both my cock and my tongue leaving us both breathless, standing on the treadmill, gasping for air.

What are you doing here, Sebastian? I hear a familiar voice ask, startling me out of my fantasy. Her voice is laced with annoyance, disappointing me after my lustful thoughts about her.

I just wanted to check in on you, I say, trying to keep