Triplets for the Billionaire novel (Oliver Gusto)

Chapter 1

SEVEN YEARS AGO

Sited by the kitchen counter, drowning in her thoughts with a finger running circles around the rim of her glass cup, Katherine came back to reality upon hearing the very familiar voice.

“Let me guess, you’re sad because you spent all your time at college reading that you forgot to make friends. Not even one genuine person showed up at your graduation party. Pathetic right?” Oliver chuckled as he strolled into the kitchen.

Katherine rolled her eyes at him.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you meant to be busy fucking their brains out?”

“Jealous much?” Ollie smirked, taking a few steps to where Katherine was seated.

“Oh please,” Kathie said immediately, taking a sip of her red wine to ease herself from hurt.

“I should have known when those fuckers were being nice to me just to get an invite!” She spat.

Oliver smiled. “Been telling you how dumb you are. I hope you believe me now.” All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I hate you so much.” She glared at him with gritted teeth.

“Jealous?” Ollie smirked, staring at her intently.

“For fucks sake, why the hell would I be jealous about some bimbos fucking a playboy?”

“Admit it.” He mumbled, taking a step closer to her.

“Like I care about who you screw!!!!” Katherine said after which she picked up her glass cup and gulped down the remaining wine, hoping it would suppress her anger.

If there was anything Katherine Peters hated, it was dishonesty and being manipulated.

“To hell with your ego! I only feel stupid because they used me to get to you. I only have a few friends. I should have been suspicious when those diggers started being nice to me to get an invite.”

“Not only did they turn up late. They were all there for you and then the party was all about you instead of me! Congratulations! you must be very happy for ruining my special night.” Katherine said at a go to Ollie.

“Aren’t you tired of pretending? You just have to ask, you know.” He said in his husky voice, making Katherine frown at him.

“What’s making you mad? The fact that I fucked your guests or I ruined your party?”

“EVERYTHING!!!” Kathie raised her voice, rising to her feet. “EVERY FUCKING DAMN THING! Since your Dad got married to my Mom, things have just been insane!”

Oliver smiled, taking steps to close the gap between them. “So you’re admitting that you’ve been attracted to me since the day our parents got married?”

“Don’t you fucking come near me!” Katherine mumbled, taking steps backward till her back reached the refrigerator. She was about to make her way out of the kitchen when Oliver cornered her against the fridge.

“I love it when you speak dirty. Never heard you speak the ‘f word' as much as you just did. It's proof you want something you’ve been craving. Just say it and I promise I’m going to give it to you.” Ollie said with his eyes trained on her lips.

“I hate it when you smirk. Get the fuck away from me”

“You wore makeup today.” Ollie stared at her intently, circling his left hand around her waist.

Katherine swallowed painfully. “What does that have to do with you?”

“You wore a revealing dress for your party. Not just any dress but a red one. My favorite color.”

“What are you driving at?” Kathie mumbled, looking all innocent, trying to ignore the tingles his touch was giving her.

“Never have I seen you without makeup except for today. And you chose to wear that dress to have my attention. That’s why you are so pissed that your guests had my attention instead of you.”

Katherine chuckled, “Not everything is about you, Oliver.”

“But this was about me and even though you say otherwise, your eyes don’t lie.”

Katherine scoffed. “So what are you now? A soothsayer?”

Oliver tightened his grip on her, moving her body close to his. “I’m one of the sexiest men alive and I know when women want me. Including you. The way you stare at me, steal glances at me, behave around me, and pretend to hate me. Why are you finding it hard to give in to your desires for me?"

“I’m not attracted to you, Oliver,” Katherine whispered, trying to keep up with staring at his eyes. She has never been this close to him before and now that it was happening, She couldn’t even think properly.

Since he was holding her close with his left hand, Oliver raised her chin with his right forefinger “You nerdy slut! Look into my eyes and tell me that you’ve never dreamt of me fucking your brains out? Say it to my face that you’ve not imagined what it would be like to have my fat cock deep inside your tight pussy? Come on, say it!”

As shocked as she was, Katherine tried to say something after staring at Oliver for a minute. Her mouth was moving but words were not coming out.

“You keep hiding your face in between your books but deep down, you want me to fuck you until you can’t remember a damn thing you’ve read. Why have you been fighting this attraction? You know the way to my room, don’t you?” He moved his finger away from her jaw, running it over her plump pink lips. She had worn red lipstick earlier this evening but she had wiped off the makeup and changed into a pajama dress.

“You’re my stepbrother?”

“Who fucking cares?”

“I do.” She mumbled, biting her lower plump lips.

“You’re inviting me to give you a good fuck. Aren’t you?” Oliver whispered, freeing her teeth from her lip.

“I forbid you to tell any more lies to my face, baby girl.”

“We are not related by blood so why freak out over the both of us having some fun?”

“I’m talking to you, babe.” He said when she said nothing. She just stood there, staring into his eyes.

“Why?” She whispered to him.

Oliver arched a brow at her.

“Why do you have it all? Of all women, why my mom? Why me?”

“What do you mean about me having it all?” He whispered against her ear, with his right hand slowly going under her short pajama dress.

Katherine swallowed painfully the moment she felt his hand going up her lap. Her heart skipped when she felt his fingers lingering at her bikini line.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” Ollie groaned with so much desire in his eyes.

“I...I... Don’t think otherwise. I don’t wear panties to bed. I had no idea you would be in the kitchen. I only came here to clear my head with a drink. I didn’t come to seduce you.”

Oliver’s lips curved into a smile as he stared at Katherine’s chest. Looking at what he was actually staring at, Kathie cursed softly. Her perky nipples were poking her night dress as if desperately begging for his attention.

“You might say otherwise but your body and eyes don’t lie. Have you had sex before?” He asked, his hand going over the face of her pussy. It felt so soft and clean, just like how he loved it to be.

Katherine closed her eyes for a second, then sighed.

“You didn’t answer my question so why should I answer yours?”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Ollie said, with his fingers exploring her vagina area. He could tell that she was enjoying it from the way she was biting her lips.

“Don’t suppress your moan. I want to hear it.”

Oliver parted her leg for easy access, then ran a finger inside her pussy. He smiled realizing how wet she was.

“Yes, good girl.” He mumbled when she let out a soft moan.

“You asking why I have it all huh?” Ollie said, while slowly rubbing circles over her pussy.

Katherine nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“I guess I’m lucky to be every woman’s dream guy. I've got the looks, the fame, the intelligence, the money, and I have so much to offer to whoever I share my bed with.”

“As for your mother, there’s nothing between me and her.”

“Liar!!!” Katherine said immediately.

“I see where the misunderstanding is coming from.”

Katherine Peters rolled her eyes, ignoring the sweet things Oliver was doing to her underneath.

“I may be ruthless, I may be a playboy but I would never stoop so low to fuck whoever is fucking my Dad or whoever my Dad has fucked. It’s true Beatrice likes me but I’ve never crossed the line with her.”

“I don’t believe you,” Kathie mumbled.

“What should I do to make you believe me?”

“You spend so much time with my mom.” Katherine challenged. Since the day her mother got married to Oliver’s father, she has gotten less attention from her.

“I don’t deny that I spend so much time with your mother but trust me when I say nothing ever happened. We just talk, flirt and drink.”

“You never kissed her?”

“Just friendly pecks.”

“I still don’t believe you.”

“Why?” Oliver stopped touching her. For some reason, he was not happy with the fact that she was finding it so hard to believe him.

“The way you guys look at each other all the time. You both literally undress yourselves with your eyes.”

“I told you that already. We do flirt but we don’t go beyond that. You shouldn’t think ill about your mother either. We only enjoy each other’s company. Nothing more.”

“And Charles is cool with that?”

“My father trusts me not to try anything with his woman.”

“I wouldn’t if I were him.”

Oliver chuckled “Why do you say so?”

“Because you are fucking his wife.”

“For God's sake, Katherine, Your mother and I don’t deserve these accusations.”

“This is not something I imagined I will ever admit to you but yeah, I’ve always been attracted to you but that doesn’t mean I like you.”

Katherine rolled her eyes at Oliver when She saw him smiling.

“My mother noticed I was attracted to you so She warned me to stay away from you while she ends up spending time with you and doing all the good stuff with you.”

“Beatrice told you that?” Oliver asked unbelievably.

“You’re my step brother so She made it clear that I had to stay away. You shouldn’t sound surprised. You both talk every day so you must be aware of it.”

“We never discussed anything related to you. Just business, parties, wine, and flirting.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Katherine said, wanting to take her leave but Oliver stopped her, cornering her deeper by the fridge.

“Let go of me.”

“No”

“Why?”

“We are going to put an end to all of the jealousy.”

“What jealousy?” She looked at him with innocent eyes, pretending not to understand what he was saying.

“You are jealous of every lady I’ve ever gone out with, including your mother.”

“No. I honestly don’t care who you fuck or who you hang out with.” She said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Liar!!!”

“I honestly don’t give a damn about what you do, Oliver.”

“You want me to invite Laurel over and fuck her in front of you?”

Ollie slid his hand under her night dress once more, his hand making his way to her pussy.

“Fuck!!! You must be really attracted to me to be this wet without you seeing my dick yet. Answer me, Have you had sex before?” He whispered against her ear, showering soft kisses against her earlobe while robbing her clit at the same time.

“What do you want, Oliver?” She moaned with her eyes closed.

“Would you rather watch me do this to Laurel or allow me to do this to you?”

“Who the fuck is Laurel?” She mumbled, unconsciously grinding her pussy against his fingers.

“The pest in my life. She’s been wanting to share my bed with me.”

“Why are you comparing me with her? I’m not begging for anything. I don’t beg for anything.”

Oliver smiled, “You sure about that? Your body is saying otherwise.”

“Don’t be a dickhead Ollie, I’m just human. Who would experience something like this from you and won’t be turned on?”

“So you admitting the fact that I’m sexy, I turn you on, and that you want me very much?”

“Stop flattering yourself. I’m sure every other guy will have the same effect on me.”

Oliver withdrew his finger from her pussy and Katherine felt cold instantly.

“You’re going to be punished!!”

“Wha....what are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to show you that the effect I have on you cannot be compared to the pleasure you will get from other guys.”

“Come here!” Oliver didn’t wait for any response from Katherine before he took her hand in his and led her out of the kitchen.