Page 28 of The Billionaire

“Amazing.” I whispered as a small tear shed down my cheek. He lifted my blindfold off and stared deeply in my eyes.

“You are so beautiful.”

I smiled at him as I wondered if he truly meant that or if he had someone back at home.

He probably has someone at home!

He undid my wrists and I naturally covered my breasts protectively, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. I went to immediately untie my ankles, but he untied them with care.

Once freed, I sat up and let out a deep sigh.

I stared at him as one stare at a loved one who was saying goodbye for the last time. I turned on my side as he lay next to me with his arms around his head, with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I stared at him like a love struck hormone crazed teenager.

He had my heart. No one else would ever compare. Ever.

I stared at the soft stubble along his chin, his perfect lips, and his aristocratic nose and noble brow, his wavy hair gelled back in the gentlemen’s way, and I pretended as I lay there and as I placed my arm gently, ever so cautiously over his arm, that he was mine, my lover, my soul mate, just for this night. And we both drifted off to sleep until we were awoken to leave.

I was blindfolded by a lingerie dressed woman and escorted out of the home.

It felt so traumatic to leave something so grand. A lump rested continuously in my throat as bricks lay heavily on my chest. It didn’t feel natural to share something so real, so great, only to be pulled away for probably ever.

As I journeyed home at the breaking of dawn in the limo, I sat in bewilder. I couldn’t believe it. I, McKenzie Kane, worked a night in a sex club for money. Not only was it electrifying, it was stirring! Here I was thinking it was going to be dreadful at first thought, but no. Not at all. Would I go again? Ummm . . . maybe the next blue moon.

The limo dropped me off at my apartment and I pensively walked to my door engrossed in the memories of the craziest night of my life. No one would ever believe me and it was my secret forever. After all, I was sworn to secrecy. But heck, I learned so much!

Even feeling proud and excited that my first year of medical school was paid, I wondered how long it would take to feel up the gaping hole in my heart.

I sighed.

I was just about to turn my lock when I saw a black envelope on my doormat. The red wax on the back had a lion’s head seal.

I tore it open.

McKenzie,

I have to see you again. It’s me. Your bidder. There are certain rules to abide by in the BC fraternity. Do be on the lookout in your mailbox. I do hope you will do this. I hope to see you again.

In Fervent Devotion,

Me

Your Fantasy Giver

PS—Do burn this once you read to ensure our safety.

PSS—I will be thinking of you.

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