The Dating Games (Dating Games Complete Box Set Series) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Bell, Olivia

  “We will make sure that she's ready. We are going to practice some more after I pick her up.” Devon got up from the chair seeing that it was twelve. When he got there it would be twelve-thirty, he would only have to wait a half hour for her.

  “A word of advice, don't be falling for her Devon. Not unless you get her on the dating show and then from there on, it's all up to you. This show is wanting to find someone for you that you could really fall in love with. This is why I picked you, if you feel a strong attraction to her then you need to get her on the show.” Ken pointed a finger at him.

  “I know.” Devon groaned, not admitting that he was falling for her. He didn't admit it to Ken, keeping his own thoughts and feelings locked inside.

  Devon left the studio and couldn't wait to see Jasmine. Even though he had pleased Erica and she had pleased him, the only one he wanted to think about was Jasmine. He felt his heart skip a beat when he thought of her, a smile spread on his face, and he was going to try and get her to come on the dating show just for him, well for her too, but he wanted to show her that he did want to be with her. He did want to get to know her better, and that was the best way that he could do it. If he could get her on the show, then it would be easier than he thought to save her for last and pick her out of the ten women that he had to choose from.

  “Please say yes, Jasmine,” he murmured to himself as he pulled into the college parking lot and parked right where he had been earlier that morning when he dropped her off.

  Devon didn't know why she wouldn't say yes to filling out the form to date him; he was good looking and she knew that he was and if she didn't notice already, he thought that she was so beautiful that he didn't even really call women on a daily basis anymore. He didn't know what she would say to him but he kept his fingers crossed that she would say yes. He had never been rejected before, just went out with plenty of women that didn't lead anywhere. He hadn't found love, so this feeling was all new to him. He was wanting to rush things but he knew it wasn't wise to do so because he had done that with the plenty of women that had been in his life in the past.

  “What are you thinking about? You're lost in thought.” Jasmine laughed at him as she got into the car and put her seat belt on.

  Devon felt his face growing warm this time, he had been thinking about her for so long that he hadn't even seen her walking towards the car, hadn't noticed that all the college students were laughing and having a good time, silently happy that the day was over for them. They could now do what they wanted, not having to worry about the classes that they just got done attending.

  “I have been thinking a lot since I pulled in and there's something that I want to ask you, Jasmine. I hope that you don't reject it, but I have to ask regardless.” Devon thought it was the best time to come out with it.

  “Okay.” Jasmine looked at him, letting him know that she was really paying attention to him, hanging on every word he had to tell her.

  “We picked out three more women this morning for the dating game. That's four altogether so far. We need six more and I was hoping that you would want to fill out the form to date me as well. You wouldn't have to be worried about being picked out of the numerous women that are going to hope for the chance to date me. I would just pick you right off the bat,” Devon assured her, letting her know that he did have an attraction towards her. It was the only reason that he had asked.

  “So you are asking me out on a date for the future?” Jasmine asked him softly, she was shocked that he would. She thought that he was attracted to her slightly but she didn't know that he was really attracted to her.

  “Yes, and to tell you the truth, I think that we would make a good couple.” Devon chose his words carefully, hoping that she would tell him yes.

  “I know that you really want me on the show and I'm really honored that you would ask me, Devon, but right now in my life I can't handle any of that. There are things that have happened recently that make me feel that I'm not ready for the dating life right now. I'm sorry if you're mad at me but I'm just not ready.” Jasmine didn't want to go into detail with him, and she prayed that he wouldn't pry and ask questions.

  “I'm not mad at you, why would I be mad at you?” Devon gave her a small smile, a hurt one but he wasn't mad at her at all.

  “I don't know, I just thought maybe you would be. I hope that this doesn't hurt my chances of working for you after the advertising bit.” Jasmine thought about that too and wondered if he was thinking about not hiring her now.

  “That doesn't hurt your chances in the least. I can promise you that you have a stable job with me,” Devon explained to her.

  In the back of his mind, Devon was hurt and he was shocked that she would tell him no. She was going to see that he was going to show her that he really did care about her. He would do just about anything for her if she would just say yes.

  “I can tell you this, when I'm ready, I will let you know.” Jasmine bit down on her lip, knowing how the rest of the dating show was going to go.

  “Then it might be too late.” He sighed, knowing that he had nine more weeks to pick someone that he really wanted to be with.

  “If you have to base your life on a dating show, how does that really work? I mean one date and you are supposed to know that you are going to be with them for the rest of your life?” she asked him. She knew that life didn't work that way and she knew that her life didn't work that way either.

  Devon didn't say anything when he started the car, he knew that she was right and there was no way to justify what was going on with the game show. He didn't want to be forced to pick unless she decided later on that she did want to fill out the form to date him. Devon already knew that he was going to take a chance on her, without letting her know he was going to keep the tenth slot open for her and work on her, hoping that she might change her mind before the show was over. That was the only way he was going to win her over, the only way that he would be able to really wow her and hope that she ever could fall in love with him.

  Devon remembered the contract that he signed, remembered that he had to choose someone from the dating show, when it as all said and done, because it was for him, because he was the one that Ken had thought about when he brought the dating show to his attention. The contract was signed, the ink was dry, and he couldn't go against the rules of the game. He couldn't let Ken down like that and the millions of people that were looking for a happily ever after moment for him.

  They didn't talk on the way back to dropping her off at her apartment, and Jasmine felt horrible that she had turned him down. It just wasn't her time yet to start dating, there had been too many things that had hurt her from the past even though he was genuine with his suggestion, she knew that he was a good guy. It wasn't him, it was her, and she had to figure a few things out before dating could even cross her mind.

  “Did you want to practice tonight?” Jasmine asked him, hoping that they could go somewhere else for a little while and practice.

  “I can't tonight. I have a lot of things to do at the office.” He gave her a small smile and watched as she opened the door.

  “Wait, before you leave…” He almost forgot about the money in the glove box and he popped it open handing it over to her.

  Jasmine shook her head, but she took it from his hands as she closed the door and walked up the stairs that were so shabby that they didn't even look like real stairs. Looking over her shoulder before she went into the secured door, she saw that he was waiting for her to go inside, and she already knew their routine without even having to ask him.

  Jasmine gave him a smile and shut the door, making her way up the stairs slowly and opening her own door, locking it behind her. She went to the phone first and called him, letting him know that she was safe inside the apartment. She was happy to know that he wasn't that mad at her when he picked up again on the first ring.

  When they got off the phone, she had a small smile on her face. He was a good guy, and she prayed that he wasn't goin
g to take it to heart. Jasmine looked at the money that he had given to her and knew what she was going to do with it.

  She walked to the freezer and shoved it into the back under the meats that she had bought for something to eat. She knew that it would be safe there; no one ever went into her freezer and she never let anyone come into the house without really watching them and seeing what they were doing. She had been screwed over once and she wasn't going to be screwed over again.

  Jasmine looked at the clock and saw that it was close to two in the afternoon. She had nothing to do since she had cleaned up the night before, so she went to the couch, turned on the television just for noise and within minutes, she was fast asleep, catching up on the sleep that she had missed the night before. She was thankful for the building being completely quiet for the moment as she found herself drifting into a deep sleep.

  Devon had stayed parked for a few minutes. He had it in his head that she might come back down the stairs and tell him that she was sorry, that she had changed her mind about filling out the form and dating him.

  After about fifteen minutes, he knew that she wasn't going to come back down, so he sighed heavily as he started his car.

  “It's time for me to get a drink,” he grunted, shaking his head and knowing right where to go to burn off his energy and his sadness of being rejected. It wasn't George's bar this time, he directed his car to the strip club that he had gone to many times before. Hoping that one woman would be able to feed his appetite.

  Chapter 3

  Devon pulled into the 'All-Day-Strip-Club' reading the sign that was glowing orange already he knew that it was early for him to be going out and enjoying himself. Trying not to have a care in the world, he was going to try and forget about what Jasmine had said to him, he was going to try and forget about the rejected feeling he had deep in his soul.

  He knew that since he had been rejected, that it was going to be easy to find a woman and just have his time with her in a private room that he paid good money for. He had his own room that he went into and he even had a key to it. He never knew what kind of stripper that he was going to get, and that was the fun of it.

  He pulled the door open to the low, soft, lights on the catwalk. There was already a woman on the stage in just her black thongs and bra. She looked good but not good enough for him as he watched the men drinking and drooling over her.

  Devon made his way to his room without being noticed and he knew that he had been lucky. There were a lot of strippers that wanted to perform for him and he just wasn't in the mood to have women flocking over him. He didn't need to go through all that, he just wanted his drinks and a woman to entertain him.

  Devon took the key out of his pocket and opened room one where he always went. He opened the door and shut it, locking it behind him as he made his way to the mini-bar across the room.

  Devon loved how soft the couch was. He had even brought a bed in just for himself knowing that he was going to have a good time with the stripper in the end, and he had to make sure that they were both comfortable.

  The seats in the room were heated and that was another good thing that he liked. On cold days, he was able to warm himself even if he didn't have a stripper in there with him.

  Before he sat down in his favorite chair that reclined back, he stripped his clothing off so that he could be ready. He knew that the strippers loved it when they walked in through the side door and saw him completely naked. They knew when they saw him like that they were going to have the time of their lives.

  Sitting down in his chair, there was a button on the side of it to let the stripper know that he was ready. The light buzzing noise coming from the back when the strippers were about to go on the catwalk, one of them would come in through the side door, sometimes out of breath to beat out the others in hopes that they were the one who was going to dance for him and have him wrap his arms around them in the end.

  Devon almost choked on his drink when the side door opened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he could see the shocked look on the woman's face as well.

  “This is my first day here,” Erica's familiar voice told him, blushing because she didn't want him to think that she had been working there long.

  Devon nodded his head, his throat was dry even though he had just drunk down his scotch like there was no tomorrow.

  Erica was looking good in her red, see-through bra and her matching thong. He closed his eyes for just a moment. He didn't know why Jasmine was still in the back of his mind at that moment, he wasn't going to feel guilty, not this time around.

  Erica looked at his cock that was soft and knew that she could make it hard in seconds as the sensual music began playing.

  Erica went to the pole that was right in front of him and began rubbing her hands up and down it. Rubbing her body on it she pressed her pussy and tits against the pole. Keeping her eyes on him and seeing a smile on his face, she knew that she was doing something right for him. His legs were spread and she could see that his cock was only getting hard a little bit, so she kept the frown off her face knowing she could do better than sliding her body up and down the pole for him.

  Erica took herself off the pole after fifteen minutes of showing him that she could use the pole sexually. She made her way to him and climbed up onto him, spreading her legs as she was getting ready to stand, she began swaying her hips back and forth, showing off her pussy to him. She then felt his hands come around to her ass. He spanked her hard and heard her cry out loud with pleasure.

  This time it was going to be different between the two of them, neither one of them had to be quiet with each other like they had been that morning, but he knew right away that nothing was going to happen between them in the future. He wasn't going to settle down with a stripper, that was not what he had in mind.

  “I'm going to be that naughty girl that you wanted to see in the dressing room,” Erica whispered in his ear.

  “Mmm, I sure hope so.” He winked at her, bringing his mouth closer to her pussy and blowing softly through the see-through thong that she was wearing, knowing that his teasing was turning her on more and more as he looked up and saw her nipples showing their hardness for him. They were fat and a little longer than what he had remembered in the dressing room.

  She got off of him and turned around, showing him the ass that he had fucked earlier. He spanked her again and she giggled for him as she began giving him a lap dance, pushing her ass into his face, he couldn't help but keep thinking about Jasmine and he felt as if he was doing something wrong. It was the only woman that he could think of.

  He sighed heavily and pushed her away from him gently as he saw his clothing on the floor when he got up from the chair he bent down to pick them up. He knew that he had gone to the wrong place, knew that he just should have gone to George's bar and had a few drinks. There, with no one to bother him that early in the afternoon.

  “Do you not like what I'm doing?” Erica whined at him, biting down on her lip as if she was going to cry.

  “It's nothing like that, it's not you, believe me.” He looked down at his cock that was harder than a rock, and he knew that his cock was blaming him for not drilling her while she was right there in front of him.

  “Anything that's on your mind, sweetie? I can take it away. Come on, where's that man that was in the dressing room with me?” Erica asked him, going over to him and facing him they were eye-to-eye as she brought one of her tits out of her bra.

  Devon's hands were shaking, he wanted to have her tits pushed into his mouth. Wanted to suckle them, but he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. His body was weak seeing her tit and watching her slowly slide off her panties to show off the pussy that he so badly wanted to eat.

  “Don't you want all of this, Mr. Sager? I can see it in your eyes, just let everything go and please yourself for a change,” Erica moaned to him, sitting down on the couch and slowly laying herself down to show him what she had to offer him.

  Devon would have le
ft; he would've just put his clothing back on if she hadn't done her next move. When she brought one of her legs up over the back of the couch he couldn't take it anymore. He could see her pussy glistening with wetness and he felt his cock flex for her. He felt his cock leading him to her as he slowly took the steps moving towards the couch.

  “That's right come see me, let me make you feel better,” Erica murmured as she gave him a sexy smile, taking her other tit out of her bra, she jiggled them in her hands as he brought himself between her legs.

  He wasn't going to change who he was unless Jasmine wanted him, until she told him that she wanted to date him, he wasn't going to wait. He was going to follow his routine like he had been. Those were his thoughts as he brought his hands to her pussy lips and looked at her hole. Grunting, he brought his face down to her pussy and buried his tongue deep inside of her, feeling her fat clit getting fatter as she pressed it against his face. She brought her hands to the back of his head, pressing his face against her pussy even more. Wanting him to smell just how good her pussy was and it was getting wetter and wetter for him as he wiggled his tongue inside of her. He licked and darted his tongue back and forth quickly as she began grabbing her tits so hard that her knuckles were turning white.

  “Fuck, you have such an eager tongue. Push it in baby! Make my pussy cum for you! I want you, fucking Christ I want you!” Erica hollered out to him as she began grinding her pussy into his face harder and harder.

  Erica gasped and whimpered, begged and pleaded with him as her pussy was getting ready to cum for him. When he felt her body shaking, he didn't have to know verbally that she was getting ready to cum. He felt it dripping into his mouth and he licked up every drop of her juices that she was so willing to give to him.