The Billionaire's Bet: A Seductive Deal

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Authors: Clarissa Wild

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The billionaire’s bet: A Seductive Deal

Clarissa Wild

 

Julie Valentine’s soul searching turned out to be a
bad case of the author blues. Having just broken up with her
boyfriend, she goes to a casino in the hopes of relaxing and
getting her mind straight, while rekindling her passion for books,
but not even a nice glass of wine seems to work. Writing steamy
romances requires more than just leisure time.

When she meets the billionaire Dominic Fury, a
handsome blue-eyed kind ladies’ man, his charms win her over. Maybe
spending a night with him will give her plenty of inspiration. It
turns out Dominic has a seductive request for her, one she cannot
refuse.

 

This is part 1 of the Billionaire’s Bet and contains
about 11.500 words.

This story contains hot, explicit sex and BDSM play,
M/F. For 18+ adults only.

 

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Chapter 1

 

“He took her hand and gave it a small peck,
before asking her if she wanted to be his girl,” I muttered, typing
the letters. The string of words just flowed out of my brain and
into the laptop, but it wasn’t anything to be even remotely happy
with.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Delete!” I
firmly pressed the button on my keyboard and erased about a couple
of hundred words. I just stared at the letters, wondering how on
earth I could make this interesting again. My writings had sucked
the last couple of days.

No scrap that, the last couple of months was
more like it.

Ever since I broke up with my boyfriend a
few months ago, things had gone downhill, and I didn’t mean
with me. I just couldn’t put
out anything worth reading. My entire entrepreneurship of writing,
publishing and selling my own books had come to an abrupt halt and
hadn’t picked up since. It wasn’t because I was sad or depressed; I
just lacked the inspiration to come up with something that was
worthwhile.

Some idiotic voice in my head told me it
was because of the sex, or lack of thereof. I hadn’t had any good
sex since a long time, and even my ex couldn’t satisfy my needs. It
was like my smutty side had completely dried up and all that
remained was a sappy, laughable version of me, which of course, was
reflected in my erotic novels.

I heaved a sigh again and took the last
sip of wine from my now empty glass, before saving the small bit of
work I’d written. It was a waste of time. I just couldn’t do it
right now.

I got up and put on some high heels, and
then grabbed the keys and went out. It was quiet in the hallway.
Most guests were probably already downstairs, blowing away their
money on cheap slot machines that would never yield them anything
but regret, which was exactly what I was planning to do as
well.

Shame, I know, but what else am I supposed
to do?

My life was not something I was thinking
about right now.
I was
only twenty three, but I was living it, that was all I knew and
cared for. Trying out the cards at the poker table, enjoying the
music and liquor, while writing away in my little hotel room above
the casino. It wasn’t much, but it beat the heck out of staying in
some lousy, one-shop town where everybody knew my name, even though
I was anything but famous. I enjoyed my privacy and needed a shot
of the wild life, so that’s why I came here.

I walked to the elevator and pressed the
button to go down, but when the doors started closing, a man held
his hand in between.


Wait,” he said, and wriggled his way in
until the doors opened again and he passed through. Eyeing him, I
noticed he was
wearing a
fancy suit. He had a strong physique, I could tell that much from
his broad appearance and the nicely fitted fabric. He was probably
somewhere around twenty six. His square, stubbly jaw moved up and
down as he chewed on a toothpick.


Excuse me,” he muttered. He briefly looked
at me with his big, blue eyes. He stepped beside me and our arms
grazed each other, sending tiny shocks through my body. We were
both facing the door, waiting for it to close again, but time felt
like it had stopped. This stranger, whoever it was, had a weird
effect on me I couldn’t ignore.

While the elevator went down, I glanced
sideways at him. He had short, wavy hair, a bit honey colored, and
I couldn’t help but think about running my fingers through it. My
eyes drifted down toward his big hands, imagining they were all
over me. Of course my lusty brain told me to look at his package,
which was abundant, to say the least.

Julie, what in the world are you thinking?
Stop it!

My eyes shot back up to his face again and
only then did I notice he was staring right back at me.

My cheeks flushed, my body shivering from the
heat. I cleared my throat and turned my head quickly.

Dear God, I hope he didn’t see that. I know
he did though.

I heard a muffling sound and from the corner
of my eyes I saw him flash a smile.

The intercom told us we’d arrived and the
door opened. The guy stepped outside, took the toothpick out of his
mouth and threw it in a nearby trashcan, before hurrying off though
the lobby. It took me a while to get my composure back.

I straightened my cut out dress and patted my
hair down before stepping out into the casino lobby. It was packed
with people playing poker at the tables, rolling the dices, taking
their chance at roulette and there were hundreds of people sitting
behind the slot machines.

I went to the cashiers and exchanged some
money for chips. Deciding I’d squander my time playing a game I’d
never win, I settled for roulette and enjoyed my time betting on
red, because it was my favorite color. I never won anything, of
course.

When more than a half an hour had passed,
I exchanged my last chips for coins and used them on the slot
machines, drinking one glass of wine after the other. I was a
sucker for the drink that heated my throat and eased my senses. It
wasn’t like I was supposed to be somewhere anyway and my writing
wasn’t going anywhere either.

I pressed the buttons and let the machine
do its thing, when I noticed that same guy from the elevator was
sauntering through the aisles.
I immediately turned my head, afraid he might’ve seen me
stare.

After a few seconds I felt a strong hand
on my shoulder. His warm breath was in my neck. “Are you enjoying
yourself, Miss?” His husky voice was coaxing me to close my eyes
and liquefy under his hand.

Am I enjoying myself? With your hand on me,
definitely yes.


Of course,”
I said. I caught a whiff of his cologne, the scent
arousing my senses.

He smiled and chuckled softly. “Good. You
know, you’ll have more luck if you press them within a specific
amount of time.”

He took his hand off my shoulder and leaned
on the machine. “May I show you?”

His smile was cheeky and too tempting to say
no. I wanted to keep him here for as long as possible. “Sure.”

He nodded and then placed his hand on top
of mine, the mere sensation making my heart jump through
hoops.
My fingers were
on each of the buttons to make the machine stop, but I couldn’t
move them anymore, too focused on his touch.

He pulled the lever and waited. “Right at
the exact time they…” he muttered. Then his fingers gently pushed
down on mine.

Each of the rows stopped on the same
icon.


Voila!” he said. The coins came spilling
out of the machine.


How did you …” I began.


Ah, secret of the trade,” he said, and he
winked at me.
“Have a
great time.”

Then he walked off. My eyes still followed
his every move.
He
stopped when an old lady dropped her chips and picked it up for
her. A few feet away there was a boy sitting at the floor, running
his finger in circles across the carpet, just beside the seat of a
much older man who looked just like him.

Must be his father.

The guy walked over to the boy and sank
through his knees. When the boy looked up at him, the guy fished a
few chips from his pockets and placed them in the boy’s hand whose
face lit up immediately. Then he ran off and
the smirk on the guy’s face was the cutest
thing I’d ever seen.

A voice called out through the speakers,
saying it was time for the charity event. The guy looked at the
watch around his wrist and walked away again, toward a large room
filled with people.

I got off my seat and drifted toward the same
room, interested in what was going on, attracted by his presence.
His scent and allure was pulling me in like a bee to a flower’s
honey. And oh boy, did I want his.

When I peeked around the corner, I noticed
there was a stage in the back. A woman stood there with a
microphone, a handsome man standing next to her, and she called out
prices. Female guests held up their hands and the prices shot up,
while the man made some funny poses.

They’re auctioning off guys?


Two thousand, two thousand, anyone wants
to bid higher? This piece of man-meat is well worth it,
ladies,” the woman called out.
When the last hand went up, it was a war between two women, with
one eventually giving in after hitting three thousand.

“Alright, going once, going twice … sold!”
the woman behind the microphone called.

The woman in the crowd shrieked. The guy
stepped off the stage and went to greet her, while she smothered
him with kisses.


Wonderful, people, wonderful. And
remember, all proceeds will go to the cancer funds. Please help our
cause. Thank you for your support,” the woman continued. “Welcome
our next bachelor!”

And then my jaw dropped. The man that had
just
left his imprint on
me was stepping up the stage in his hot suit. He straightened his
collar, whilst all the women were shouting and screaming like fan
girls. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who appreciated
him.

He rubbed his stubbly jaw and the squeals
in the crowd increased. Snatching the microphone from the lady’s
hand, he said, “Now, now, ladies. Settle down. Pour your hearts
into
bidding, because as
you all know, only one may win the grand prize.” He ended his
little speech with a wink and gave the microphone back to the woman
in charge.


Okay … remember ladies, you can only have
him for one night. Now, let the bidding begin.”

Instantly, half the room was filled with
hands, pointing up at the ceiling, waving about.

He laughed and soon I could barely hear
anything else but prices rising to the limit. Three thousand. Four
thousand. Six thousand. Ten thousand. Money was almost flung into
the air.

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