The Solitary Billionaire
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Authors: Trixie J Belle
The Solitary Billionaire
The Game Show
A Romance Novelette
Part
1
By Trixie J Belle
Copyright 2012 Trixie J Belle
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All names, characters, places
and events are the product of the author’s imagination or used
fictitiously.
Any resemblance to people,
living or dead, events, is coincidental.
All the incidents are pure invention.
They are not distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to
the author.
About the Author
Trixie J Belle was an
avid reader of romance before she began to write them.
The name of her first
Novelette is Gentlemen Prefer Burlesque (The Enticement, Vol. 1).
The second Novelette
is Gentlemen Prefer Burlesque (The Enslavement, Vol. 2).
The third Novelette is
Gentlemen Prefer Burlesque (The Final Act, Vol. 3).
The fourth Novelette is
Gentlemen Prefer Burlesque (The Billionaire’s Daughter, Vol. 4).
You can contact Trixie at
[email protected]
***
Minx Valour loves a
challenge.
And the biggest entertainment
show of the year is offering a once in a lifetime opportunity to the winner.
It’s the prize of a lifetime!
Glamorous blonde, Minx
Valour requires one Golden Star and she will get the opportunity to spend a
week with any celebrity she chooses in the entire world.
The Game Show will
approach royalty, a rock star, movie star or tycoon and offer them a donation
of 10 million dollars to a charity of their choice, should they accept spending
a week with the winner.
The shipping and
property tycoon, Stanley Marx is a notorious recluse. The tormented billionaire
lives in seclusion since the tragic death of his wife and son and has not been
seen in public in years.
Would he agree
to spend a week with a perfectly groomed curvaceous model and budding
journalist?
Minx Valour is determined to
find out what happened that fateful night ten years ago and get the scoop most
journalists can only dream of!
***
The crowd clapped as the statuesque blonde with a curvaceous
figure sashayed down the catwalk in a pillar-box red form-fitting dress.
She was admired in the modelling world for
her long tanned limbs, razor sharp cheekbones and ice-blue eyes.
Minx Valour had been a professional model
with Cosmic Models for less than a year but already she had amassed an
impressive portfolio.
Co-workers in the modelling world spent the day talking
about the competition in the Evening Bulletin.
The Evening Bulletin marketing campaign was a stroke of genius and their
readership increased 75% since they announced the Golden Star competition
details.
At the fashion show, Mary, the owner of Cosmic Models refused
to shut up about the golden ticket.
“Wouldn’t it be something, Minx, to open the Evening
Bulletin and find an envelope containing the golden star glistening inside?”
“Who would you choose to spend the week with?”
“It would have to be Elvis or Marilyn Monroe,” Mary said
dreamily as she tottered around the changing room wearing a monochrome print
dress accessorised with towering heels and classic jewellery.
“They have to be alive obviously.
What about the President, the Pope or one of
the Rolling Stones?”
“I doubt the President would agree.
What if Monica Lewinsky won?”
“If they refuse, The Evening Bulletin will approach the second
person on your celebrity wish list, but the prize money will go down by 5
Million Euro.
This money is going to a
charity of the celebrity’s choice,” whispered Minx, applying burgundy lipstick.
“I bought fifty copies of yesterday’s Evening
Bulletin.
How many newspapers did you
buy?”
“Three.
I’ll get a
few copies on my way home.
I’m not much
of a gambler, I never win anything,” moaned Minx.
“I’ve spent most of my wages this month on the damned
Evening Bulletin,” Mary said, huffing and puffing at the thought of being broke
for the rest of the month.
“If it’s any consolation I’ve spent most of my wages on a
pair of pointy silver stilettos by Manola Blahnik,” said Minx as she zipped up
her glossy black leather jacket from Karen Millen.
“Remember you have a prestigious photo shoot tomorrow for
a commercial.
I don’t want any wild
nights, you need to look fresh.”
“I’m also a freelance Journalist, Mary.
I don’t have time for wild nights.”
“Goodbye darling,” said Mary, blowing a few kisses
towards Minx as she glided out the door.
The weather turned cold as Minx Valour trudged towards
the train station.
Huge flakes of snow
drifted slowly out of the ice sky as Minx stopped at a newsagent to buy the
Evening Bulletin before boarding the train and heading home.
***
Inside Minx’s apartment, little jets of freezing air came
rushing in under the door.
The apartment
was dusty and over-decorated with complicated floral wallpaper, red cotton
curtains, decorative lampshades adorned with crystals and a brown leather sofa.
The excitement over the Golden Star was forgotten as she
rushed around the apartment hunting for her favourite cashmere jumper and
switching on the heating.
She pushed her reading glasses up on her nose and her trembling
hands opened the envelope in the magazine section of the Evening Bulletin.
Minx’s ice-blue eyes were shining with excitement as a
brilliant flash of gold in the shape of a star popped out of the envelope.
She felt dizzy and wiped the beads of sweat
from her brow.
Minx rushed round the
room like a hurricane and jumped up and down on the worn leather sofa with
delight.
Minx dashed to the phone to ring her mother.
“Mother, Mother, Guess what?” She cried down the
telephone
“Last time you got this excited was when you were being
potty trained.”
Minx burst out laughing.
“Mother, I won!”
“Won what, darling?”
“I found the golden star,”
“Minx, I just returned from
getting a perm at the hairdresser’s.
I
currently look like a bloody poodle so can you please put an end to my misery
and let me know what you are screeching about,” she trilled, shaking her head
in a puzzled fashion.
Minx smoothed out the newspaper
so she could see the huge headline.
“Listen,” she said loudly.
Evening Bulletin
***
The lucky winner who finds The Golden Star located in an envelope in the
magazine section of the Evening Bulletin shall win the prize of a
lifetime.
The Evening Bulletin and the
Game Show have joined forces to offer the lucky winner the opportunity to spend
a week with any individual of their choice.
On your behalf, we shall approach a celebrity or their representative and
should they agree, The Evening Bulletin, in partnership with the Game Show will
donate 10 Million Euros to a charity the celebrity chooses.
It could be you spending the week with royalty, a movie star or rock
star of your fantasies, while we pick up the tab.
Are they all you imagined?
Come
back and tell us for an exclusive interview after your dream week.
Good luck to you all!
Terms and Conditions Apply.
Please read the fine print on the back of the Golden Star.
***
“Darling, will you be
followed by a camera crew?”
Minx switched
off while her Mum launched into a rambling story about the time she applied for
a spot on Big Brother.
Eventually she
stopped for breath and Minx seized her opportunity to reply.
“No, it’s not one of those
reality TV shows.
I won’t have camera’s
following me into the toilet or while I take a shower.”
“That’s a relief.
I certainly wouldn’t like my bridge friends
gloating about watching my daughter live on television, possibly having a
romp.”