Page 36 of The Billionaire

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There was no calmingdown my racing heart. I felt panic spread throughout my entire body like wild fire. His for the entire night?No philandering with other men? Damn it! I was supposed to see him! This whole experience was supposed to see him again. Now I was risking everything for nothing. Could I get out? Stop the car?

Maybe he will come for you, just like he did last time.The optimist inside who still believed in fairy tales sheepishly admitted.

I let out a big sigh.

Well, he did say to come again. It would be worth it just to see him again.

I tossed the card aside and held up a long satin beady dress that rivaled any flapper’s dress from the 1920’s. It was truly vintage, a dress that any celebrity or movie star would be proud to walk the red carpet at the Oscars. It was one of those dresses!

Beneath it was a black lacy thong and matching bra. They were very classy yet sexy. Understated.

In a clear plastic envelope, a strange looking device rested with a tag attached.

Please insert this plug at once.

Where?

I studied it. I had never seen anything like it. It sort of looked like a small chess piece maybe. And then I understood. It was for . . . I gulped.

I had never done that before.

Oh Lord.

Back door sex.

Shit, McKenzie.

I inserted it at once pretending I was going to be with him, fulfilling one of his fantasies. The feeling was strange, expansive, and I hoped I would get used to the feeling sooner than later.

Looking for the blindfold, that was when I saw the exquisite diamond necklace. I had forgotten about that part. The necklace would practically cover my entire chest. It was truly what a queen would wear. I looked at the fasten and that’s when I saw a tiny piece of paper rolled discretely, delicately, almost like a small treasure map.

What in the world?

I unfolded the small paper afraid it may rip and squinted at the tiny ¼ of an inch paper.

I will come for you.

I will come for you?

Was it him sending me a message? Or was this a subliminal message of programming? Was I supposed to have this mantra for the king—I will come for you?

No, no! It’s from him! It has to be. I looked at the back of the small strip of paper.

Please destroy and ingest at once.

My heart leapt. It was from him!

I quickly inserted the paper into my mouth and chewed it like gum and ingested it quickly.

This thrill, excitement, was wild!

I wrapped the lace blindfold around my eyes all the while thinking of him. Because I knew what to expect, this time I listed carefully to my surroundings trying to guess where I was going, or at least have some clue to ponder about later.

I calmed my breathing down inhaling deeply. The silence was driving me crazy. It had to have been twenty minutes of this until the limo finally stopped. The door opened and the rush of wind blew in as well as the sound of a loud helicopter.

A helicopter?

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