Page 5 of New Year's Billionaire
Movie stars. Musicians. Famous entrepreneurs. It’s like a who's who of the rich and famous.
I look down at my clothes. Black jeans. A white shirt. I’m still wearing the little black apron my boss makes us wear so everyone knows we’re the hired help.
“It’s okay,” Caden says, reading my mind, “you look magnificent.”
“I wish you would have told me where you were taking me,” I laugh. “You could have at least let me go to the restroom and put on some makeup.”
His hand grabs my hip. I fall into his arms. We’re standing underneath a huge chandelier and the light reflects off a million little pieces of glass and casts odd and alluring shadows over his dark, handsome face.
“You’re with me now, Violet. You don’t need to wear any make-up. I think you are perfect just the way you are. All these other people. They have to wear make-up. They have to wear fancy clothes. Because without them, they’re plain. They’re boring. They’re empty. You’re the opposite of that. You’re full of life. Full of ambition. Full of beauty. You’re everything that’s right with the world wrapped up in a curvy, sexy bundle that I want to kiss every inch of.”
The thought of Caden kissing my naked body makes my cheeks burn. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” he purrs, his lips so close to my ear they’re practically touching me.
“Okay, you want to kiss every inch of my body?”
He smiles at me, wolfishly. I have to resist the urge to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his leg like a cat in heat.
“Oh,” he says, “I want to do a lot more than that, my little angel. A whole lot more.”
Soon, we find ourselves on the dance floor. The lights are low. There are lasers shooting out all over the place. Everyone’s jumping up and down and grinding against each other and having the time of their lives.
When the countdown to midnight starts, I find myself in Caden’s arms. I still can’t believe what’s happening. I feel like I’ve walked into a weird remake of Cinderella. That any moment now I’ll wake up and find out it’s all been a weird, marvelous dream.
Ten!
The whole crowd joins together to countdown the last few seconds of the year.
There’s a giant digital clock at the front above the stage. The DJ has his hands in the air. He’s clapping them above his head in time with the clock.
Nine!
Caden strokes the back of my neck with his thumb. I look up into his eyes. It’s like we’re the only two people in the whole world.
Eight!
Our mouths inch closer and closer together. He’s covered in sweat. Hot and dirty and a little bit drunk. I never would have thought someone so powerful and so rich could also be so full of life. So exciting.
Seven!
“This doesn’t mean you’ve won,” I tell him.
Six!
“Then what does it mean?”
His fingers grab the top of my jeans. Our bodies are so close, I can feel his cock squeezing against my stomach.
Five!
“It means I’m having a really good time and I want to kiss you. It means I’ve been working so hard for so long, and I deserve a good time.”
Four!
“You deserve more than that, Violet,” he says. “You deserve the whole fucking world.”
Three!
