Page 3 of New Year's Billionaire
“And I want to make it very clear…” His voice is a threatening rumble. It’s quiet, but the people near us can still hear it over the music. It sounds like thunder. Like the splash of waves against rocks in a storm. It’s the sound the world makes when the ground opens up and swallows whatever is around it. Pulling trees and mountains and whole cities down into its hellfire-ridden gloom. “If any man touches you – if they so much as look at you wrong – then they’re going to have to go through me first. You understand?”
“Yes,” I gulp. It feels like I’ve just swallowed a whole leg of lamb. This man is doing things to me I never thought possible. “I understand.”
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Caden
I putmy hand on her hip and guide her back towards the VIP room. The room we first met.
She smells like roses.
I breathe in her heavenly scent and close my eyes.
It takes all my self-control to not rip her clothes off and bury my face between her huge, round breasts. I want to fuck her so bad it hurts.
She’s perfection. And I’ll do anything to have her.
“Wait.” She stops walking and pulls away from me. “Where are we going?”
“Someone private.” I brush my cheek against the side of her face. I know she feels it too. This connection between us. It’s like electricity flying through the air. I can feel it in my heart. In my lips. In my cock.
“But… I need to get back to work.”
I pull closer. Our bodies crush together. There are only a few layers of cloth between our naked bodies. It would be so fucking easy to put my hand between her legs and feel her succulent, pink wetness.
“No,” I growl, “you don’t. You’ll never have to work another day for the rest of your life. Not if you and don't want to.”
Again she pulls away. It’s like she’s trying to make me angry. “What do you mean?” She flicks her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. It glows white in the dark decadent room. The strobe lights from the dance floor flash across her face. Pink and green and yellow and white. “I’m not going to sure you. I’m not like that other man.”
“I never thought you were.” Again, I step closer. Closing the distance between us. I can feel the heat coming off her body. She’s so near to succumbing to my every whim. All she needs is a little convincing. “I’m saying you’re mine now, Violet. And if you don’t want to work, then every luxury you could ever imagine will be at your disposal. Breakfast in Paris; no problem. Mai Thai’s in Manila; let’s go. You want to fuck on a balcony in Barcelona with a bowl of blueberries between your breasts and a big brown bear statue beside and a brass busk of Beethoven in the background. I can have it arranged with just the click of my fingers. Your every wish is my command. Although, I don’t think that’s the kind of woman you are, is it?”
“No,” she says. Her eyes flick to my lips and then back to my eyes. She wants me. I know she does. “I’m not. But, I’m not yours either.
“It was very nice of you to step in back there. Nice, but unnecessary. But, really, I have no time for relationships.
“I’m a medical student. I work two jobs. It’s all I can do to keep acing my exams. If I fall behind, I might lose my scholarship.”
I push a strand of hair out of her face and look into her eyes. She’s trying so hard to fight against what she so clearly wants. And I respect that.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I knew I liked you. But I never thought you could be this perfect.”
Her cheeks turn pink. I can only imagine what’s happening between her legs. Hopefully, she’s as wet as a dolphin. Ready for me to slip my battleship inside of her tight, tantalizing grip.
“What are you talking about?” she asks. “I’m not perfect. I’m chubby. I’m plane. I’m a geek. I spend all my free time in the library."
"I love libraries," I say. "I even own a few of them."
"I barely have any friends." She continues on. Clearly flustered. "I’ve had my whole life planned out since I was five years old. I only work this job because I need the money. It’s not easy paying for rent and food and textbooks, you know? It might be hard for a billionaire to understand, but if I don’t work, I don’t eat.
"And yeah, it kind of sucks that sometimes an asshole grabs my ass or touches my boob. But I just have to deal with it. I’m a big girl. In more ways than one. And, even though I love my other job at the hospital – the job where I actually get to be a part of helping people. Healing people. Working with the doctors and the nurses. Watching them. Looking forward to that magical day when I’ll be wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around my neck. When I'll have MD after my name. An office with certificates on the wall and people coming to me expecting me to treat them and make them better. But, being an orderly pays shit wages. So I have to pick up gigs like this to cover the costs of living.” She straightens her back and looks me in the eyes. I can tell it took a lot to say that to me. To lay it all out in the open. To stand up for herself and fight for her dreams. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to work now. I’m not about to throw away everything I’ve ever dreamed of just because some dashing, handsome man with an obscenely large bulge in his pants is offering me the world on a platter.”
I have to check myself before I wreck myself. I never expected her to turn me down. I’m so used to getting everything I want. It’s a literal shock to the system hearing the wordnocome from between her pretty, pink lips.
“A hundred thousand dollars.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But, if this is crazy, then lock me up and throw away the key. Because I've never felt so alive. So happy.
“What?”
