Page 15 of Taming the Elusive Billionaire

He stopped as I went straight towards the Lamborghini, got inside, stepped on the gas, and stormed out of the driveway with fury.

I drove like a maniac through the streets as my head kept replaying the encounter with Lucy. I could see her smile, hear her voice inside my head as if she was sitting beside me now.

I stepped more on the gas, anger, and lust inside of me, seeking release.

The night air hangs thick with tension as my sleek car glides into the VIP parking at my favorite upscale bar. The valet, a seasoned professional, extends a hand for the keys.

"Mr. Blackwood, sir," he greets respectfully, and I toss him the keys without breaking eye contact. My jaw clenches, still agitated by the unexpected encounter with Lucy, my sister's best friend. Who does she think she is, talking to me like that?

Striding into the dimly lit establishment, I head straight for the VIP area, where a reserved table awaits. The pulse of the music and the low hum of conversations fill the air, but my mind is elsewhere — consumed by the memory of Lucy's fiery eyes and the audacity with which she spoke.

A familiar face, the bar's favorite waitress, approaches with a knowing smile. "Mr. Blackwood, your usual tonight?" she inquires, pen poised over her notepad.

My eyes meet hers, a glimmer of a smirk playing on my lips. "Make it a double," I reply, my voice low and husky. I need something stronger than my typical drink tonight.

As the waitress scurries away to fulfill my order, I sink into the plush VIP booth. Leaning back, I run a hand through my dark, disheveled hair, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Lucy has infuriated me, challenged me in a way no one else dared. Yet, beneath the anger, a simmering attraction lingers, leaving me feeling both mad and strangely turned on.

The waitress returns with my drink, placing it before me with a teasing smile. "Here you go, Mr. Blackwood. Anything else I can get you?" she asks, her eyes lingering on mine.

I shake my head, my gaze drifting back to the swirling amber liquid in my glass. As she leaves, I take a sip, the fiery liquid doing little to quell the heat that Lucy has ignited within me.

Lost in thought, I can't shake the image of Lucy's boldness, the way her words pierced through my usually impenetrable exterior. I tell myself I don't have time for distractions, especially not romantic ones. But something about Lucy has me questioning my own resolve.

As the night wears on, the VIP area buzzes with laughter and music, but my mind remains fixed on the enigmatic woman who dared to challenge me. Little do I know that the encounter with Lucy will set in motion a series of events that will force me to confront the depths of my desires and the vulnerability I've long buried.

CHAPTER FIVE

LUCYEDWARDS

“Lucy,” Ella shouted as she opened the door to my room and stormed inside excitedly.

I closed the novel I was reading and sat up as I watched Ella rush towards my wardrobe and start checking the clothes there. “What’s going on?”

“Mom is back.” She said as she went to the closet and pulled out a long brown leather skirt that covered my knees and threw it on the bed. “You need to get changed quickly, come on. Put this on.”

I removed my pants, worried, and began to reach towards the skirt while she took out a black turtle-necked long-sleeved wool sweater and threw it on the bed too.

I zipped the skirt and watched Ella pace around the room with a look of worry, “Why do we have to do all this?” I asked as I took the top and pulled it over my head.

“Because the first impression matters. Mom makes her judgment based on her first impression of someone,” Ella replied as she moved quickly and adjusted the sweater for a perfect fit.

“Now you are making me nervous,” I said as I touched my hair, trying to ensure it looked okay. “Is your brother there?”

“No, he’s not. I haven’t seen him around for a bit. He must have gone to one of those infamous places he frequents,” she remarked with a scoff. “Perfect.” She whispered as she stepped back and studied her design.

“I think this will pass.”

“I feel like a new bride going to see her controlling mother-in-law for the first time.”

Ella smiled and patted my cheeks gently, “Well, I can attest to the controlling part, but the bride? Unfortunately, Mason is the only brother I have.”

She burst into laughter but stopped midway, grabbed my hands, and began walking to the door.

“Where’s she at?” I asked as we moved past the large sitting room and made our way to the other part of the building, which I had not been deemed suitable to access.

“To my mother’s suite. Come on, she can’t wait to see you,” Ella replied as she increased her step, moving closer to the door.

Smiling, Ella removed her hand from mine, turned toward me, and smiled, “Ready?”

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