Millionaire's Best Friend ✓

A one chapter short story. Follow me for more.

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Zoey leaned in with a downcast mood and a pout on her love shaped lips as she hugged Diego, the complications of this issue battling on in her mind.

This wasn't the first time she would have her arms opened to offer him comfort, but she wondered if this one had hurt the most because unlike the other times, his mood was so downcast. That was why he'd have them come over to his Private beach all the way in San Francisco. There was no one with them over at the beach, not even his bodyguards who'd come with him from France.

This wasn't the billionaire Playboy whom she knew to be her best friend since childhood. This was a broken man, she didn't like how his mood dampened because he was now back to being 'Single'. It pained her to see him this way because she loved him, and not in the 'best friends for life' kind of way.

Zoey was in-love with Diego. Head over heels.

She loved everything about this man who was her best friend. His green eyes, which always turned tender whenever he told her things he'd never tell anyone, his charming smile, his Adonis beauty and manly physique, his thoughtfulness when caring for others despite the cold exterior he usually showed the world, the way his thin lips would twitch slightly whenever she did something stupid but he didn't want to openly make fun of her.

Zoey knew he didn't do love, he only ever had flings. That was the only thing keeping her away from expressing how she felt for him.

Diego Velasquez shut his eyes.

He allowed himself to relish in the smell of his best friend's soft skin. Diego had found the answer he'd been in search for all these years and the feeling was strange, but it had brought something in its awake. Peace.

Diego was at peace with himself.

"I've been a fool." He stated softly. He straightened up.

Confused, Zoey let her arms drop to her sides and gave him a small smile, a smile that hid the longing that was obvious in her eyes as well as deeply rooted in her heart. She didn't want him to ever take his hands off her, she hungered desperately for his touch more than she could ever admit to herself. She wanted this man, Zoey wished she could scrape every part of her heart that was feeling for him and dump those parts in the dustbin but she would have to dispose of her whole heart because it had been inflicted with a virus.

The virus named Diego Velásquez.

"Why would you call yourself a fool?" She asked softly.

The man chuckled. Zoey had pulled away when he straightened his back, but he hadn't fully done the same. He looked sideways into the large amount of water moving to the caress of the breeze afar off and heaved another sigh. Zoey could feel the heat coming from him as his hands remained on her waist and it left tingles trailing up her body.

"I was so blind all this time. Blind to love." Diego stated softly.

Zoey blinked. The little part of her heart she'd been holding together slowly shattered into pieces. They were just talking about his breakup yet here he was talking about love. That love would probably come in the form of a blonde model with blue eyes and a dashing smile, his type.

"What are you even talking about?You just broke up with Brandy--"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is who my heart wants." He confessed, looking into here eyes.

Zoey Dug her fingers into her chocolate brown hair and exhaled. In the next second, she pulled away from him, frustrated. Angry. Sad. Heart broken.

She reached for the tequila and drank straight from the bottle. Zoey was twenty four and the last time she'd tasted alcohol was at a party some six years ago or there about, the same party she'd lost her virginity to the hands of a stranger. But now she was taking the alcohol again and hoping, with shut eyes, that it'd wash the pains away and make her forget this moment like she'd done that night. All of it.

"Hey!" Zoey yelled into the wide space around them, prompting some birds to fly up in the air at the sudden intrusion of peace in the vicinity. Diego grinned at her and dropped the bottle he'd just grabbed from her soft, fair hand back on the table, enjoying the way his best friend stared at him speechlessly.

The man who rarely smiled in front of others was grinning at her at the moment and Zoey felt her breath get caught in her throat at the sight of his refreshing smile. She eyed the strong lines of his jaws and sculpted cheekbones, heaving a deep sigh of longing.

Diego was equally staring at the woman who'd stolen his heart. He caught that reaction for the first time ever and looked away knowing what it meant: She was attracted to him.

'Has Zoey always been attracted to me?' He wondered. He knew what that look she'd just given him meant. He'd seen it since he clocked fourteen from more than a thousand girls, even as he grew up and got into the cooperate world.

They were women after all and they had the right to express how they felt if they wished.

"I'm in love, Zoey." He suddenly broke the ice. Where, how or when it happened, Diego couldn't say exactly but Diego Velasquez had fallen in love with this woman who'd been his best friend since their childhood.

Zoey gulped thickly, her heartbeat spiked up. Diego was adamant, she couldn't do anything about it.

"Who is it this time? The princess of Azkaban or the daughter of another senator?" She demanded, unable to keep the harshness from her voice. Zoey saw his eyes dance with laughter that didn't spew off his lips and that heightened the irritation bubbling inside her.

"Azkaban is a prison from Harry Potter which we watched when we were both ten! Are you crazy?" Diego laughed and got up from the bench, stretching himself. As he did so, he slowly threw a casual gaze backwards, as if glancing into the distance far behind but his heart was moved by what he observed. He discovered his best friend's ogling eyes were slowly trained on his exposed body and it pleased him more than anything.

Diego never caught her staring at him. She was always dismissive, she wasn't like the other girls. And he wanted her to be like the others who showed they were attracted to him, he'd been searching desperately for Zoey in the other girls he'd dated all these years. To his disappointment however, he'd never found Zoey in any of them.

"No I'm not crazy. I'm allowed to let my imagination run wild since there's absolutely no one you can't get involved with. Hell, I don't even care since that was the first thing that came to mind!" That caught the young man's attention. His heart lurched into his throat. He grabbed her wrist in a swift motion, causing her to collide into him as she almost lost her balance.

That declaration, 'I don't care!' Diego hated it with all of his being.

He wanted her to care,  he wanted her to fret over him sometimes. He wanted her to love him! After she slept with him that night on his twentieth birthday; which was two months before she clocked nineteen, she'd told him she slept with a stranger, obviously not remembering who it was and Diego had wanted her to try and remember.

But Zoey just wouldn't.

She'd told him that she didn't care, since now her virginity was out of the way and that was that.

"Never say that to me again, Zoey. Never ever, because you must care." Diego's eyes stared deeply into the eyes of the woman he was in love with, his tone holding an edge to it.

"And why must I care? Why should I always care that you want to date random people when you always come running into my arms seeking comfort the moment you dump them? You're a grown man and I'm quite sure you know what you want!"

"Well what if what I want isn't available even though it's within my reach? Or what if I'm not worthy to have someone like her in my life?" He asked eagerly with green eyes boring into her chocolate pools.

Zoey stared at him, her eyes brimming with deep emotions that she wished she could hide forever or just plainly get rid of. She was losing him again and she burned with pain and jealousy as he spoke about another woman right in her presence, suffocating her beyond her understanding. She wanted to be out of his hold but didn't want to look weak because that was what she'd look like if she struggled. His arms were firm around her waist, steel like.

"Then you should goddamn go for her if you want to so badly, but you must stick to her this time around and don't come back complaining about anything. I don't care what you--"

The rest of her words were swallowed up in a smoldering kiss that left Zoey gasping in surprise. Confusion, fear, curiosity and excitement battled for dominance but curiosity won.

'I don't know why he's kissing me but this is what I've always wanted. I'll have a taste of the man I'm in love with, who only sees me as his best friend. Just a little kiss, and then I'll pull away.' Zoey told herself and slowly fluttered her eyes shut, moving her lips in accordance with his.

Diego's lips were firm against hers. Warm. Dominating.

Willing to claim.

He'd wanted this woman for years and now that she was finally in his hold, it felt so surreal. He wanted every part of her. Her tiny brown eyes, her milky skin, her slender legs that had tortured him all these years whenever they walked away from him and his random flings, and her mouth that shamefully scolded him whenever he did anything she wasn't pleased with. Especially that mouth, he could stare at it all day and never get tired.

When he pulled away, it was just to allow them both get some air and his lips were immediately back on hers before she could get a word out, kissing her and hoisting her up to his waist while he enjoyed the feel of her hands. One on his taut back, the other one deep in his horse black hair. They were so soft, he wanted those hands to stay there all day.

"I'm in love, Zoey, and that woman is you. I need you to believe me. I've always broken up with other girls because they're not you, no matter how hard I try. That's why I go for blondes with blue eyes..." He confessed with shame in his voice and Zoey gasped in recognition. 

A blip of memory flashed in Zoey's mind as she pieced two and two together. She remembered when she'd tried on a blonde wig and used blue contacts but gave out the wig a few days after wearing it to Diego's birthday party.

She began to pull out of his hold, the shock evident in her expression.

"Wait...don't tell me that..oh goodness, you were the guy I slept--"

Diego smacked his lips against hers and prevented her from pulling away with his hands once again going firm around her waist. "That was me."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Her eyes flashed with hurt, a thousand and one thoughts running through her mind.

"You probably didn't remember due to the hangover you were experiencing the next morning after our sexcapade but while we were chatting at the cafe, I was all excited to talk to you about it when you said and I quote, 'I lost my virginity last night. It wasn't fun since I don't remember a thing. At least now that's out of the way." Diego ended gruffly, a pained expression on his face.

Zoey was at loss for words.

He was the man that she'd slept with that night. Her drink had probably been spiked, because on a normal day she could hold in her liquor quite well. There was no way she would've had sex with her best friend whom she'd been in love with since forever and not remember.

"I-I'm sorry." She stuttered. Her body was tingling as Diego resumed his tortures on her sides, tracing random patterns that kept her body in a frenzy with his fingers.

"You shouldn't be. I've realized how I feel towards you and I know this might be selfish of me but I can't allow you to be with any other man Zoey. I love you and you're mine. It just took me so long to realize it. Please don't leave me, you can't. I can't let go of you, what would I do without you Zoey?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled further from him before he reluctantly let her go. "I'm my own person Diego and not your property and just so you know, I..I've loved you all these years too. But that doesn't mean I should be glued to you or anything, after all you're a player. I-" He swallowed the rest of her words in another smoldering kiss, lifting her in his arms again with hands on her backside to hold her firmly and walking in hurried steps into the fully furnished suite.

Their sunbathing attires were flung in various angles as they walked from the passage and into Diego's room. Zoey being in two piece suit only made it easier.

"Be mine Zoey. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Once was not enough. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since that night." Diego groaned against her lips and set her down, admiring her hair which spread over the pillow beautifully, his sleek hard erection bouncing. His heart burst with pride when she pulled him down on her and then he was nipping, kissing and caressing. His lips were working on one of her hardened nipple and so was his hand. It was on her, in her nub, plunging, massaging, sucking wildly till she trashed and violently let go on his hand.

When Zoey opened her eyes, she etched the desire she saw on his face deep in her memory.

In a daze, Zoey watched with keen interest as Diego gently but with skilled determination, started rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her moist cunt lips. She was wet with abandon!

Feeling her body vibrate, Zoey knew she couldn't take this torture. She'd imagined this for ages and her patience was wearing thin. She rocked back against him and moaned when his cock head instantly slipped between her swollen lips.

Grunting like a wild bear, Diego drove his thick length deep between her soft vagina walls, causing Zoey to gasp out loud and whimper, "Oh, please yes!" Diego shoved his cock deeper into her tight heat slowly but impatiently, eventually driving to the hilt with the nth thrust of his lean hips.

Goodness, she was tight, just like that night. How many times had she had sex in the past six years or so?

Diego started thrusting in and out of Zoey slowly, driving his cock in and out of her cunt, each thrust making his rock hard cock go deeper while he kissed her lips and busied one of his hands with a delicious caress of her breasts.

Zoey thought she would pass out from that amount of pleasure. She started rocking back against the handsome man above her in time with his plummeting thrusts. With each thrust, Zoey would grunt out as if in pain but when her companion slowly pulled out other sipping cunt, she would whimper in frustration. When Diego noticed this, he started to pull out completely and wickedly tease her by rubbing the swollen head of his erection along her moist opening.

Then without warning, he would plunge his cock deep into her warm cunt once again. His cock became coated with her juices as he repeated this and in spite of it's enormous size, Diego kept penetrating her tight pussy. Zoey was also eagerly meeting his thrusts with hers.

"Please...oh Diego..." Zoey moaned. Diego chuckled and gave her a series of severely hard thrust which made her squeal with delight.

Then an idea struck him and he pulled away." What do you want Zoey?"

"You won't make me ask you, will you?" Zoey asked amidst gasps, trying her puppy dog expression but it didn't work. At least it didn't, if the shake of Diego's head was anything to go by. Chuckling to himself, Diego rubbed her swollen nub, enjoying her moan of protests." Okay please give it to me...I want you..." She pouted.

"What do you want exactly, Zoey?" Diego further taunted.

"Give me your cock Diego! Please fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk for days!" Zoey whined in sexual frustration, wishing he'd stop the rebellious acts his fingers were performing on her nub. She couldn't believe such crude words were spewing off her lips.

Satisfied, Diego gave her one brutal thrust that had her shrieking in a tone she'd have never imagined she could use. Diego reached for her bouncing breasts with both hands, squeezing and pinching her now erect nipples while pounding her into the sheets with powerful thrusts of his muscular hips. The wet squelches of his cock sliding in and out of her now sopping wet pussy filled the room while she whimpered in pleasure, scratching his back with her recently manicured nails.

"Oh Diego... harder, please. Yes! Fuck yes, yes....arggg..." Zoey moaned while Diego continued his sweet assaults on her perky nipples, squeezing them.

"Take. this. cock. Ungh, oh yes baby. Zoey uhnn..." Diego grunted out each words as he drove in and out of his bestfriend, entangling his tongue with hers in a deep, intoxicating French kiss. His thumb caressed her nub, rotating around it in a clockwise motion while his index finger aided his delicious assault on her clit.

"I'm close...ungh...I think..." She released a squeal, her whole body quivering with the intensity of a very powerful orgasm that prompted the quiver that passed through her satiated body in a train's pace. Groaning loudly, Diego let out a deep grunt and drove his dick deep into her and filled her cunt up with his warm, sticky semen.

They stayed in the same position for a while, with Diego giving her one last kiss full of longing before he finally pulled out, his cock easing out of her with a loud squelch that had them both groaning. He fell on the space beside her and slowly gathered her into his arms.

"That was..." Zoey breathed, wondering if she would join the numerous amount of girls he'd bedded and dumped the next morning.

"Amazing. And I'd love to do it often with you Zoey, love. Of course that'd be when you're not busy staying angry at me for being a busy man who needs to make money for himself."

"What does that even mean?" Zoey spoke lowly, blushing a little at the endearment he'd just used for her. Love. Who'd have thought Diego Velazquez, her childhood best friend would ever address her with such a sweet endearment? "I only worry you aren't taking care of yourself or resting enough, you grumpy millionaire."

Diego laughed. And Zoey's heartbeat skipped as she watched him fondly. She loved his laughter. His face. His body. His personality. She was in too deep, nothing could save her.

Diego caught her stare. He held her hand and pecked the back of it, then pulled the said hand into him to caress his chest. Diego hummed in satisfaction. "I would love to court you Zoey. Please...I love you. I'll take you on dates, I'll make time to spend with you. I won't skip dinners anymore and we can visit my family home together like in previous times. Just, say yes. Please be mine, my sweet Zoey."

Zoey's heart felt so tight, like it would burst out of her chest. It all felt like a dream. Everything she had ever wanted, ever wished and prayed for was being handed over to her so easily in the form of Diego. The man whom, to her, was closer to perfection than any she'd ever dated. She felt too overwhelmed to speak, but he was staring in anticipation. Waiting. She'd never seen Diego look so desperate.

Zoey tiredly snuggled closer to him, loving the feel of his hard, sculpted torso against her warm breasts. "I think we passed that stage already since we, you know, just had a tangle in the sheets." She murmured shyly.

Diego gave a light laugh, humor dancing in his eyes. "It's obvious that I know everything about you already and surprisingly enough, I never tire of your presence. Unlike the other ladies. But I want you to be mine, officially. My own woman. Say yes, if not I'll really go crazy."

Zoey looked up at him. She saw the vulnerability in his eyes, something he never showed anyone. Her heart soared with happiness and relief. "Yours Diego, I'll be yours. I'm yours." She sighed, voice filled with emotion and love and relief.

"Thank you. You'll never regret it, my pretend blond head with the blue eyes. Let's commemorate this beautiful union with another round of lovemaking, shall we?" They both giggled at his cheeziness. With that, Diego rolled on top of her and captured her lips in another beautiful kiss, his palms roaming around her body.

She was finally his, in his arms. Where he'd longed to have her for years.

Finally.