Page 18 of The Billionaire

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The drapes were pulledopen and everyone staggered out of their sexy hazes and began recomposing themselves and looked upward unto the second level where a man in a powerful black tuxedo, a gold scepter, and a mask stood solo commanding everyone’s presence. His free hand resting on the railing.

There was a hush in the crowd and I felt suddenly eerie. I looked around to study the faces of other women. I felt like a fish out of water, like I was the only outsider. The women gazed at him with small confident , longing smiles.

I looked to my right to see him but he was gone.

“Greetings!” He slammed the gold scepter down and the clash echoed throughout the hall.

The clock struck uncannily at 1am.

“And welcome to another festive night together! The elite. The crème of de le crème. May your experiences be full and may your bliss be followed.”

Gentlemen began to clap and I just stood there with my arms crossing my body taking it all in.

“And now for the lucky draw, to be our lucky queen tonight beside me, the host of this evening, your king.”

Two brunette naked women sauntered up to him in high heels and fur draped over their shoulders and handed him a giant gold case that resembled a jewelry box from medieval times.

“He’s picking his queen for the games.” He whispered to me.

He held up a card high and studied it.

“Ah, very good choice indeed. Lilly K. Lilly K. Queen for tonight’s festivities.” A quiet murmur settled on the crowd.

I exhaled thankful, happy it wasn’t me, even though I didn’t know what the queen’s role was.

I saw a petite brunette young woman in her twenties walk up the grand staircase to meet him. She wore a gold lingerie set with a sheer cape draped at her shoulders. Her diamond necklace was set in gold and it sparkled against her tan skin.

Her heels clanked loudly as she walked towards him. I wondered what her backstory was. Was she here for exploration or a need? The look of trepidation on her face told me it was the latter, perhaps.

He turned her around and removed the sheer cape off her shoulders revealing her backside to the audience.

He generously smoothed her backside with his hand.

“Such smooth skin.” He spun her around and fondled her breasts for everyone to see.

“Whoever get’s to be queen for the night is exempt from the games.” A woman standing next to me leaned towards me and whispered as if I were a long lost friend.

I turned to look at her to thank her but stopped speaking with the sudden announcement.

“Tonight’s twelve princesses participating in the games will be . . . Jenny K, Miranda L, Michelle S, Emma B, and McKenzie M.

That was me. My name! But not my last initial.

Phew.

Panic flooded my chest.

Just what did that mean? Games? Whatever it was, I knew I needed to the nearest restroom stat.

The room was festive. There was laughter, back slapping and good natured patronizing amongst the men. The energy in the air was electrifying and expectant.

I saw a few couples headed toward their respective color halls yet there was still a good number of spectators gathered around a large bed in the middle for the games.

“One minute until places!” The announcer shouted.

“Looking for something?”

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