Page 2 of Stuck With A Billionaire Bad Boy

“Looks like it’s going to be a rough night for you,” he said, taking another sip of his drink. I stared at him, my body aching for his touch.

“You can’t stay hereall night, drinking yourself into oblivion,” he continued, his voice low and seductive.

I shrugged, my mind foggy from the alcohol. “So, what do you suggest?” I asked, not understanding where he was going with this.

“If you prefer, we could go back to my place,” he offered, his eyes flashing with desire. “I can promise you the best night of your life, and help you forget about your past.”

A spark ignited between us, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. It had been so long since I had been with a man, and the memory of David haunted me.

I can’t remember anymore that this man was my enemy. We had argued and butted heads on countless occasions. The pull of desire was too strong to resist, and I found myself nodding in agreement. Maybe he was right. Maybe a night with him was just what I needed to forget the pain of my past.

We ended up in his luxurious apartment, and as soon as he closed the door, he pushed me onto the bed. The soft, plush mattress enveloped me, and I sank into it, feeling nervous and excited. His eyes never left mine, and I felt like he was reading me, reading every thought going through my head. He undressed me slowly, pulling each piece of clothing off with care, as if he was savoring every inch of my skin. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, I couldn’t wait to see what he would do next. He kissed his way down my neck, nibbling at my earlobes and gasping in pleasure as he explored every inch of my skin. His hands kneaded my breasts, fingers dancing along my skin and teasing my nipples with his tongue. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure, my body trembling under his touch. I felt him slip his fingers between my legs, and I gasped with pleasure as he explored me. His touch was gentle, but it sent electricity through my body, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. But just as things were heating up, he stopped, and for a moment, I thought he was going to change his mind. I looked at him, confused, but he just smiled. “I want to make sure you’re really into this,” he said, and then he went down on me. His mouth took me to heights of pleasure I had never known before. His tongue danced along my folds, and I let out a loud moan as he brought me to the brink of an orgasm. My body trembled with pleasure, and I knew that if he didn’t stop, I would come right then and there. When he finally entered me, it was like nothing else mattered. I felt him inside of me, filling me up and wringing sensations from my body that I never knew existed. His body felt like it was made for mine, and I knew I would never forget this night.

We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. My hands gripped his muscular shoulders as he plunged harder and harder, making my body quiver with pleasure. Our sweat mixed together, creating a musky scent that only added to the intensity of the moment. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in closer and closer to me. We moved together, each thrust taking us closer and closer to the edge. After we were both spent, we lay there, our bodies intertwined. I forgot that we were enemies, lost in a haze of pleasure and contentment. As we lay there, we knew nothing could ever be the same again. I could see that Ethan was around 40 years old, while I was only 22. Despite our significant age difference, that night with him gave me a firsthand experience of how the touch of a mature man can make one feel.

But as the sun started to rise, Ethan’s demeanor changed. He became distant and cold, and I could feel my heart sinking. I knew this was just a one-night stand, and we would go back to being enemies come morning. As I got dressed to leave, I realized that despite the incredible night we had had, nothing had really changed between us. We were still two people who disagreed on everything. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Ethan’s demeanor made me feel like it meant nothing to him. It was just a conquest, another way for him to prove his power and superiority over me. But I refused to let him get the best of me. I would show him that I was more than just a struggling artist who worked at a coffee shop.

2

MIA

Amidst the bustlingmetropolis of Los Angeles, my colleagues and I were working at the coffee shop when one of them, eager to spark a conversation, turned to me and asked, "Hey Mia! Where is your favorite customer today?"

To my dismay, I was left speechless and infuriated. This was a recurring topic of discussion amongst my colleagues, who would jest about Ethan being my favorite customer. But in reality, every time he made a comment, it triggered an argument between us, leaving me agitated and vexed. Memories of last night flooded my mind, and I shuddered. After a brief moment of contemplation, I mustered the courage to reply, " I don’t have a favorite customer."

My response caught the attention of Sarah, my confidant and the only colleague with whom I shared a close bond. "What happened? You seem distant today," she inquired, sensing my unease.

Despite the city's constant noise and commotion, the weight of my emotions was palpable. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Sarah's empathy, knowing that amidst the chaos of Los Angeles, there were still people who cared.

Sarah approached me, concern etched on her face. “I’m planning to leave this job,” I confided, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah's eyes widened with disbelief, "What? Are you mad? What will you do if you leave here?" Her worries were genuine, and I could sense the depth of her care for me.

"I will find a better paying job where I can continue pursuing my passion for art," I replied, my determination palpable. Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Finding a well-paying job in this city is no cakewalk," she said skeptically.

With conviction, I answered, "I have applied for a position as an assistant at an investigation firm. It could be a great opportunity to build my career and earn a living doing something I love."

The glimmer of hope in my eyes was mirrored by Sarah's smile.

Sarah’s voice was gentle, yet inquisitive, as she probed further into my decision to leave the coffee shop job.

“I spent last night with Ethan,” I whispered, feeling ashamed and vulnerable.

Sarah’s eyes widened in shock, “What? How did this happen?” she asked, her voice trembling with surprise.

I took a deep breath before responding, “I couldn’t resist the feelings that were building up from his attention last night. He has this rugged handsomeness about him that captivated me. Then in the morning, it was like a shift occurred in him that made me feel emotional exposed. It was just a fling for him. He thinks I’m just a struggling artist who works at a coffee shop and he can treat me however he wants.” My voice was laced with anger and frustration.

Sarah placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, “I believe you, Mia. You’re not just a struggling artist. You’re so much more than that.”

But my anger continued to simmer, “I need to find a better place in society. I can’t face him again. He’ll come to the coffee shop as usual and pass arrogant comments at me. I just can’t take it anymore.”

Sarah’s calming presence gave me solace, “Okay, calm down. I believe in you. You will find a better placeto work at .”

“Sarah, you know how much I adore spy novels,” I began, my voice filled with fascination and wonder. “Through reading these stories, I have developed a dream – a burning desire to be a part of an investigation team, to solve unsolved mysteries and unravel the secrets of the world.”

Sarah listened intently, her expression warm and supportive. “It sounds like an incredible opportunity,” she remarked. “To be able to pursue your passion and make a real difference in the world.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with excitement. “Exactly! By joining this investigation firm, The Sleuths, I can finally turn my dream into a reality. I can put my skills to the test and help people in need, finding solutions for even the most difficult and complex cases. It’s truly a dream come true for me, Sarah.”

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