by Dark Angel
I keep my hand steady enough to wing my eyeliner and turn around to see them both standing before me.
I have to be a good girl, and I know just how…
THE END For Real
PREVIEW - ALICIA VS. BILLIONAIRE
Like the one time I’m even slightly naughty, it comes back to bite me. Literally…
So what if I gave into a moment of weakness with a hot stranger on a train? Maybe did some things that would make my mom shake her head.
No problem, right? Go on about your way, right? It’s a big city…millions of people and you’ll never see them again, right?
Wrong.
It turns out this guy I let myself go with is my new client, Derek Lowell. Not only that, but of course he has to be a hot, single, billionaire and all, and obviously he has every woman at my job salivating over his ultra-ripped body with his 8-pack abs and beautiful, rugged face and his monster…uhmm…ego?
You know by now what all those alpha-male billionaires say in these blurbs. Like, ‘Oh I always get what I want and I want her, haha’ or ‘She doesn’t know it yet but she’s going to be on her knees begging me not to stop, haha’.
Ya, whatevs, dude. You wanna get me on my knees it better be because I’m about to sit on your face.
Oh, what’s wrong? Is the Big Bad Alpha-Male Billionaire scared of lil’ ol’ me?
Oh, now he’s mad and he says he’s gonna teach me a lesson. I think this is gonna be fun…
*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Billionaire in this first installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***
113
ALICIA
Y ou have to be kidding! I look at my phone and see that it has a 20% charge. I'll never get through the day on that. I rush over and plug it into the charger for a few minutes while I continue applying my mascara—it's amazing what good mascara can do for a girl—and I count down the minutes till I need to leave for work. 15 minutes. I can feel every one of those minutes trickling down my neck like rain flooding a roof. If I don't get on the 6 train soon, I'm going to be late—and I'm never late.
I rush over and gather what I need in my purse, and pick out my heels for the day—black or beige? I'm going with black. Throwing them on my feet, I grab my phone, my keys, and run out the door. I make it out of my apartment with two minutes to spare and I'm feeling good. As I head to the subway station I stop at Starbucks. It's my one indulgence. I can't function without my skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso. And it never fails that I always get some morning entertainment out of how they spell my name: Alisha, Aleesha, Alissya, and one time even Alisheé—do I look French? For the record, my name is the standard Alicia.
I pull my phone out of my purse and double-check the time. Shit. The slowest barista is working today and the line is backed up. Why would they put the slowest person behind the bar during the morning rush? I should be at the Midtown Manhattan offices of Carter Jeffries in a few minutes, but I can see now that I'm going to be late. Just as I'm considering skipping the drink, I hear my name: "A skinny vanilla latte with an add shot on the bar for Ashley!" I grab the drink and head outside, rushing to the 6 train from 81st street as fast as my heels will carry me.
A crowd is building for the train. It's the morning rush, so it's a familiar scene. As soon as the train pulls up, everyone is bumping shoulders. Every seat is taken, and most of the overhead handrails are taken as well. I look down and one guy is 'manspreading' himself across two seats, which is annoying, but I get lucky and lean up against a metal pole in the middle of the train with a sliver of space to spare. The train lurches with forward momentum and I accidentally bump into a guy standing next to me.
"Sorry about that," I say, waving at him apologetically. He gives me a sympathetic smile and says, "It's fine. Busy morning."
As he says this, I notice his face. He's clean cut, with soft brown hair and he smells good—what is that—smoky, woodsy, and citrusy? Oh god, and he has a million dollar smile. And those eyes—the color of perfect weather. He smiles at me a moment longer and then looks away. I suddenly feel drawn to this man. Is it my hormones? Maybe it's the fact that I haven't slept with a man in over a month, and the last time it happened wasn't a memory I want to relive. My ex—Michael—and I had just broken up—we agreed to remain friends and he suggested we go for one drink. Yes, one drink. I know, how stupid could I be? I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. One drink turned into three, which turned into a couple more and before I knew it, I was inviting him back up to my apartment. And let's face it; I don't think anyone makes their best decisions under the influence of five or more cocktails. So, there we were, making out and peeling our clothes off faster than you can scratch an itch. The sex was mediocre at best—okay, I'll be honest; it sucked. Michael was so drunk that he couldn't even finish, so even under the haze of alcohol we both laid there in an awkward semi-embrace.
Now that you know my sex life—or lack of one—over the last month, can you blame me for wanting this cute guy next to me? We're already standing pretty close to one another, but I decide to scoot in closer. I mean YOLO, right?
Without pausing to think about how much my mom would be disappointed in me right now, I move in casually, looking in another direction, and I gently rub my ass against his crotch.
Oh my God! This is like the craziest thing I’ve ever done!
It’s morning rush hour! On a packed subway! But this guy is hot, and desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Can you blame me?
I scooch back just a lil bit more. He doesn't move, and I can feel him looking down at me. He's tall, maybe 6'3", and I'm 5'4" so I come to his shoulders, and I continue to grind my ass into his lap. First, in gentle, delicate strokes—I'm testing the waters—and then I continue with increased bravery—my touch becomes firm and I can feel him harden underneath me. His bulge feels massive—I'm guessing he has a 12-inch cock.
He reaches up and places his hands onto my hips, guiding my movements. He's enjoying this, and if I'm being honest, I am too. His consent spurs me on. I feel so wet. My thong is soaked and my pussy is throbbing for more. Much more, I realize, than I can get on this train during rush hour.
"59th Street-Lexington Ave," the overhead says, and I feel the train glide to a stop. As it stops, I turn around to face this handsome man, we lock eyes, and an electric current travels down my spine. He leans down, placing one strong hand behind my head and gently brings me to him, placing his lips on mine. Actually, he kisses the corner of my mouth at first, and then nibbles on my bottom lip, bringing it between his perfect teeth. I melt under his touch and open my mouth, eagerly taking him into me. Our tongues press together, one on top of the other in a fervent embrace, and our warmth travels from each other like an electric current.
It's not until 51st street that I realize where I'm at. I need to get off this train and go to work. My mind snaps to the present, and I back away. The doors of the train swoosh open and without saying a word, I turn around and leave. I don't look back. I can't afford to. I can hardly believe the whole encounter, and I'm now running as fast as I can. My mind is reeling. What exactly happened? I chalk it up to an only-in-New-York experience, collect myself, and head into work.
The offices of Carter Jeffries are bustling. I don't even make it to my desk before I'm approached by my Managing Director, Nadia Moore. She’s tough as nails but she’s always been fair to me. She’s climbed the corporate ladder and I kinda wanna be just like her when I grow up – powerful and strong. But something about her sorta scares me. Like she traded in her soul.
I don’t know if I want to do that to myself.
"Where have you been?" she asks.
"I know; I'm sorry I'm late. It's been a crazy morning," I say. Crazy is an understatement, but it's the word that immediately comes to mind. I mentally tell myself that I'll have to fill her in later.
"It just so happens that our c
lient is late too, so you're in luck, but you should hurry."
I thank her and walk to the conference room, reviewing the main points of today's meeting.
Remember, this is an ultra high net worth individual, I tell myself. I know that I have a golden opportunity to help this client grow his wealth and plan it accordingly.
I mentally review his portfolio performance.
I've spent the last week preparing for this moment. I suspect he'll want to discuss tax and estate planning as well, so I make a mental note to bring this up with the client.
And just as I enter the conference room, a secretary buzzes me on the intercom and alerts me that the client has arrived. "He should be there any moment," she says.
And true to her word, I see that he's not alone. With him is an entourage of lawyers. Serious looking men in black suits. They file into the conference room and begin sitting at the long mahogany table. I'm wondering to myself which one of these men is the client—could it be one of these serious looking men in a black suit?—when another, younger man enters. He's clean cut, handsome—wait… I know this man.
No way… This can't be! He's the man from the train. This is the billionaire client. He walks into the conference room with that million-dollar smile lighting up his face, when he turns and sees me. Our eyes lock onto each other with a knowing gaze.
Have you ever been so nervous that you felt your heart in your throat?
That's me right now.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Description for The Virgin Market
Dedication
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis and Lana
Another Word From Alexis
Prologue - Damien
1. Sarah
2. Damien
3. Sarah
4. Damien
5. Sarah
6. Sarah
7. Sarah
8. Sarah
9. Sarah
10. Damien
11. Trevor
12. Trevor
13. Sarah
14. Sarah
15. Sarah
16. Sarah
17. Sarah
18. Trevor
19. Damien
20. Sarah
21. Sarah
22. Sarah
About the Author
A Note From The Authors
Description
23. Lance
24. New York Daily Journal
25. Jocelyn
26. Lance
27. Jocelyn
28. Jocelyn
29. Lance
30. Jocelyn
31. Lance
32. Jocelyn
33. Lance
34. Lance
35. Jocelyn
36. Lance
37. Jocelyn
38. New York Daily Journal
39. Lance
40. Jocelyn
41. New York Daily Journal
42. Lance
43. Jocelyn
44. Lance
45. New York Daily Journal
46. Jocelyn
47. Jocelyn
48. Lance
49. New York Daily Journal
50. Jocelyn
51. Lance
52. Jocelyn
53. Lance
54. Jocelyn
55. Lance
56. New York Daily Journal
57. Jocelyn
58. Lance
59. Michael
60. Jocelyn
61. New York Daily Journal
62. Epilogue - Jocelyn
63. Lance
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Description
64. Arsen
65. Ashley
66. Ashley
67. Arsen
68. Ashley
69. Arsen
70. Ashley
71. Arsen
72. Ashley
73. Arsen
74. Ashley
75. Arsen
76. Ashley
77. Arsen
78. Ashley
79. Arsen
80. Ashley
81. Arsen
82. Ashley
83. Arsen
84. Ashley
85. Arsen
86. Ashley
87. Arsen
88. Ashley
89. Arsen
90. Ashley
91. Epilogue - Ashley
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Description
92. Fiona
93. Danny
94. Fiona
95. Danny
96. Fiona
97. Danny
98. Fiona
99. Danny
100. Fiona
101. Danny
102. Fiona
103. Fiona
104. Fiona
105. Danny
106. Fiona
107. Danny
108. Fiona
109. Danny
110. Fiona
111. Epilogue - Fiona
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112. The Virgin Market - Another Epilogue
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113. Alicia
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