Page 39 of The Billionaire

He looked at me with an amused look as he laughed loudly and puffed cigar smoke in my face. Then he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me forcefully and I nearly gagged at his cigar-laden breath. I held my breath and nearly choked.

His hands knew all the right places. He then trailed to my neck, my collar bone. Before I could catch my breath from terror, fright and disgust, he pulled away.

“You taste just as good as you look.” He pulled away and wiped his mouth and kept walking straight ahead, pulling me like a child with a puppy. I unfortunately could not say the same of him! I was absolutely terrified. There was no way this was going to be enjoyable!

Help!I felt panicked. I couldn’t breath. I could feel an anxiety attack was looming, ready to come any second. Maybe I could get out of this if I passed out?

I will come for you.

Rang in my memory from his note. Would he truly?

Oh shit. I sure hope so.

“A Queen is expected to be by her king’s side at all events. To never leave his presence and to say yes to anything and everything. Understood?” He said with his wicked grin.

Oh hell no. I wanted to say.

McKenzie, you signed a document, and you’re getting paid.

There’s no way this could be worth it. I felt dizzying sick.

“Ah, I can tell by the look of you. You’re far from home, from Texas.”

I nearly stopped dead in my tracks. That line sobered my fear up quickly. I forgot how much these people knew.

“I trust that Stanford is everything you hope it is and you are satisfied there? Speaking of satisfaction. As long as we are satisfied in here, you will be satisfied out there.”

Oh. My. Effing. G.

Okay, McKenzie, pull yourself together. If you’re too tight, it will just be miserable. Pretend it’s “him”.

I kept my eyes down to the stone as I thought to myself. Finally we came to an oversized grand wooden door. Two servants stood with champagne. The other stood with scotch. He let out a loud laughter as he reached for the scotch and downed it throwing the glass on the ground.

The breaking of the glass caused me to jump, which caused him to laugh even harder.

“Oh, help yourself!”

“Madam?” The woman asked who stood with an unreadable expression, which leaned more on the lines of fear and numbness. I wondered if she was held against her will here just like the woman who warned me to stay away from this place. I should have listened to her!

“Please.” I reached for the champagne flute as the doors opened to a grand luxury suite, which I presumed to be his room. Wooden beams in the ceiling, lush furnishings, a grand bed. A black bear fur rug in front of the bed with the bear’s head still on it. It was all a rustic feel.

The door shut loudly behind us and he locked it with a skeleton key. I inhaled deeply and my confidence began failing. There, alone in the middle of nowhere, I stood in an outfit that cost thousands, and a man with icy blue eyes with a hungry appetite for sex. He stared at me as he huffed more on his cigar. He walked towards a mini bar and poured himself another glass as I stood there not knowing what to do.

He turned slowly around and stared at me. The only other sound besides the puffing of his cigar was the crackling of the fire. The subdued sounds only added fuel to my nervousness.

“You are a young one. And if I must make an educated guess—“ he shook the glass of his scotch and drank it.

“You are a virgin in the ass. Am I correct on that?”

I nodded.

“Well, then. This will be a lot of fun.” He licked his lips and I felt incredibly creeped out.

“Maybe we should first start with this cigar here?”

I gulped.

“The lit cigar.” His eyes were filled with fire.

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