Page 41 of The Billionaire

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What?

I frantically took out Kleenex after Kleenex until finally a small, small bottle, slightly larger than my thumbnail, with the tiniest of notes attached to it was discovered. I felt like Alice in Wonderland with all these random notes popping up seemingly out of nowhere. I never even imagined such tiny notes existed until this whole experience. These men think of everything and if something doesn’t exist, they make sure it’s created.

“Hurry up in there!”

I jumped in fright and nearly dropped the small glass contents. I imagined Romeo and Juliet, it looked like the small potions from the dark ages or medieval times carried for times of pain, surgery, or death. Attached was a small rolled up thin piece of paper similar to the one I found in the box in the limo.

Get him to drink this and he will be out like a baby.—Me.

The note read.

A sigh of relief flooded my body. Was he even serious? Was this even happening? Was this my way out? Would it kill him? I shook my head and thought that surely it wouldn’t.

You would be a murder accomplice!

I shook my head and looked at the note again, inspecting it as I turned it over.

This isn’t poison. Trust me. Please do it or it will be a very long night.

I clutched the potion and instinctively tucked it in my bra. Good thing I had tons of cleavage and room to work with! For once I was most thankful for my double D’s. Instead of my ladies feeling like a curse from the annoying pig stares from men, today they could possibly save my stomach forever. Feeling incredibly nervous, I had to suddenly use the restroom. But before I flushed the toilet, I ripped the tiny notes to shreds and flushed its contents so he wouldn’t ever be caught.

I quickly relieved myself and my hands shook as I washed them. I now was left with the task of slipping this liquid into his drink. How the hell was I going to do that?

The door flew open and I felt like I jumped a mile high.

“I hate waiting.”

I looked in the mirror as he leaned against the doorframe, huffing and huffing.

I turned quickly around to face him.

He has a soft spot for southern belles. Turn up that charm.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so honey,” I sauntered towards him as I noticed this obviously pleased him.

He stood amused, with a smirk on his face.

With all the acting skills I could muster, I leaned in towards his smoky breath and whispered, “I just need to pour us a drink. For my specialty.” I drew out the words to spec-el-teeeey.

He flinched and I knew I was fulfilling some sort of fantasy for him.

He nodded his head slowly but just for a moment. He reached for me with both arms.

“No, no. I don’t need a drink. I need you.” He said hungrily.

Stay calm!

I laughed.

“But trust meee, dahlin.”

I somehow managed to escape his clutch, and slowly pulled down one of my straps from my gown.

“It’s alllll part of the act.” I winked.

His glazed eyes looked at my now bare shoulder and then he licked his lips as he eyed my blossoming cleavage.

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