Page 23 of Taming the Elusive Billionaire

“And so does your public ratings, sir,” Phil added.

“And so does my chances of getting re-elected. You, me, Mr. Blackwood, everybody here continues to win.” The Prime Minister said as he raised his glass cup. “Let’s drink to that, to more winnings.”

“To more winnings.” Phil and I said simultaneously as we clicked our glasses together while sipping the champagne.

Politicians always did things to help them remain in office and get good public ratings—greedy bunch.

I scoffed and sipped my champagne again, but a greedy bunch meant greedy money, and in our kind of business, the end always justifies the means.

There was no time to waste since the Politicians were already politicking for their next election, it was not too early to start discussing my business plans.

“About the project . . .” I began but was cut off immediately by a soft gasp from those in the hall. Confused, we turned, looked up the stairs, and found those that had caused the slight commotion.

It was Ella, my sister, my mother, and Lucy, all dressed in fantastic dresses. They kept all eyes on them as they walked down gently to join the party.

I muttered a curse and turned toward the Prime Minister and Phil to continue the discussion, but they were still transfixed, watching the ladies descend.

I sighed, went toward the stairs again, and gulped my drink. I couldn’t blame the two men, the ladies were like angels descending, but Lucy stole the show with her dress, which had pearls designed with gold and diamond around it.

Her chest was sparkling, meaning she did accept the gift from Mother, but she didn’t need it to show off her ample bosom. Her chest was smooth like silk, and her cleavage showed just a little to make my mouth dry, and the organ between my legs moved excitedly at the prospect of having my mouth on it.

I muttered a curse and shook my head slightly, trying to remove the image of her naked in my mind. I raised my hand, took another glass of champagne from the tray, and sipped it, trying hard to douse my rising lust and excitement.

“That was an interesting entrance, probably the best so far this evening, don’t you think, Phil.”

“I can’t help but agree to that, sir beautiful, beautiful, are they your sisters, Mason?”

A nudge from the Prime Minister had me turning toward them, confused and disoriented. “What?”

“The women.” Phil repeated, “Are they related to you?”

“Yes . . .” I muttered and caught myself at the last minute. “No, some, the lady with the red dress is my sister, the youngest, and the one in the middle is my mother.”

“Oh, Madam Eve.” The Prime Minister whispered while sipping his drink. “Have heard a lot about her.”

“And the other?” Phil asked, sipping his drink with a hungry gaze in his eyes.

“She’s . . .” I paused, unable to find the right words to describe her and not pique the interest of the man who would make a move on her in any minute he got.

A feeling of jealousy sprang through me, and I sipped my drink and looked away, hoping the two men didn’t notice. “An acquaintance.”

“Yours?” Phil asked, and suddenly, the brief likeness I had for the man earlier began to evaporate.

“Yes.” I said, sipping the champagne, while turning my gaze across the guests, searching for the girls, and it didn’t take long before I found them greeting most of the guests who seemed to have forgotten the event of today and had clamped themselves towards them.

“Men,” I muttered with a slight shake of the head.

I turned toward the two men beside me and discovered they had returned to discussing in hushed tones like they had been doing earlier.

“Typical,” I muttered under my breath and drank the last content of the glass before dropping the glass on a tray and using the handkerchief on the back of my pants.

“Excuse me, sir. It’s about time to greet the audience.”

“Of course, Mr. Blackwood.” The Prime Minister said and went back to his discussions.

At the same time, Phil nodded at me as I walked past them and headed towards the stage to remind everyone why we were there and somehow refocusing their minds off the women, who seemed to serve as the agents sent to distract the business of the evening.

I moved through the guests, smiling at each of them as I made my way towards the podium, where the live band was doing a country song performance.

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