Page 4 of New Year's Billionaire
“You heard me,” I smile. “A hundred thousand dollars. That’s how much I’ll pay you to be with me for the night.”
She starts to protest, but I put my finger over her mouth and stop her.
“I’m not paying you tobe with me. I would never insult you like that.
“What I propose is a simple business arrangement.” My finger is still on her lips. I wish it was my cock. “You spend the night with me, and at the end of it, if you don’t want to be mine, then I will pay you a hundred thousand dollars. It’s enough to cover your tuition costs. Your rent. Your food. You won’t have to work two jobs, unless you want to. And you can focus on your studies.”
“And if I do want to be with you?” she asks.
The mere fact she has to ask the question makes my cock hard. “Then everything I own is yours. Including my heart.”
She looks me over. Her eyes run down the whole length of my body.
“You’re serious,” she says, “aren’t you?”
“As serious as a heart attack.” I kiss her cheek and slide my hand along the small of her back. My fingers brush against the curve of her ass. This time, her body softens. She melts against me. Panting heavily as my touch excites her. “Or an orgasm.”
4
Violet
I barely havetime to put down my tray of canapés. Caden takes me by the hand and leads me to the roof. A man I was working with not five minutes ago looks at me funny. Like I'm an alien who's just flown down from space and asked him to put his finger in his own butthole.
Caden takes two glasses of champagne from his tray. He passes me one. “For you,” he smiles, guiding me through the doors and out onto the helicopter pad.
Wind slaps me in the face like one of those weird Russian videos you see on Youtube. Where two men stand facing each other. Pulling mean faces. Taking it in turns to hit their opponent in the face with an open hand until one of them gives up or is unconscious.
“I’ve never been in a helicopter before.” Caden gives me his hand and helps me up. The seats are surprisingly comfortable. I always thought a helicopter would be small and cramped.
“There’s a first time for everything.” He fastens my safety belt. His fingers graze across my stomach. I look down into his eyes. My pussy throbs with desire. Who is this man? And why, out of all the women in the whole frigging city, has he picked me?
I don’t have time to ponder the answers though. Caden sits down next to me. His huge body brushes against me as we take off. The only things I can think about are him and the amazing view that spreads out before us.
Skyscrapers reach up into the air like giant steel erections. Block after block of houses. Hundreds and thousands of people. Millions of them. All living their lives. Celebrating. Fighting. Making love. The twinkle of lights makes the city look like one giant Christmas tree.
“What do you think?” Caden shouts even though we’re sitting next to each other. It’s hard to hear him over the sound of the rotors.
I turn to face him. “It’s amazing!”
“Yes,” he says, taking my hand, “you are.”
We land on top of a famous building. I’ve walked past it a million times, but I still don’t know the name.
Caden helps me down. The wind blows my hair all over my face. I feel like I’m in a dry cleaning machine.
“Where are we going?” The elevator doors slide open. We step inside. “Didn’t you just leave your own party?”
“Fuck them,” he says, taking my chin in his fingers and kissing me on the cheek. “All I care about is you.”
When the doors open, I can hardly believe my eyes.
Suddenly, I feel incredibly underdressed. Everyone is wearing ball gowns. Diamond necklaces. Unique, one-of-a-kind designer dresses that will be all over tomorrow's newspapers, social media, and TV stations, too.
“Where are we?” I stutter.
“We’re at a New Year’s Eve party,” Caden grins, leading me into the room. “We’re attheNew Year’s Eve Party.”
Beyonce sashays past me. I almost faint. Looking around, I realize everyone in the room is a celebrity.
