by Nicole Casey
In the end, I didn’t get to go see Doctor Holland until two days after but he was very kind and lenient about it. He even told me that it was okay given the stormy weather and was just happy I was safe. After another short interview, this time in front of the board of directors and other head doctors, they hired me to be the facility’s head nurse. This meant I would have administrative duties alongside being a nurse for the patients. When they showed me my salary, I felt a surge of pride – I would earn enough to provide for both myself and my dad without having to ask from Preston.
All my dreams came true. I had the man I loved, I had the job of a lifetime and I would never have to auction my body again to billionaire playboys willing to spend for a night of pussy. Even if someone offered me the money I’d still refuse. My body was for Preston and him alone. I was his and he was mine. I loved him.
Epilogue
Lyla
SIX MONTHS LATER
Life had definitely changed for the better. I secured the job at Doctor Holland’s new medical center and began dating Preston – officially dating him, I must say. I was no longer just his whore, a girl he paid for sex and time. I was his official girlfriend now and boy did we make sure everyone knew about it. All his friends and my friends alike got to learn of our love story – of course, with all of the naughty, kinky details kept in the dark.
I told my father first but I didn’t tell him how we met. All I said was that Mikaela and Preston’s friend, Thomas, got me and Preston together. Preston even managed to come by and meet my father and he was the one who offered to pay the rest of my dad’s mortgage. My dad didn’t accept at first but after talking to Preston for a few weeks, he ended up liking and trusting my boyfriend and eventually let Preston handle our debts.
Of course, not all my time was spent at work. I spent a lot of my free time with Preston and soon enough I even moved into his penthouse suite. I moved out of my old apartment and sold whatever we didn’t need. A lot of other stuff I gave to my friends for free.
I also pushed Preston to connect again with his family. It took a lot of digging but we eventually found the whereabouts of his siblings and his parents. We mostly spent the time emailing them back and forth and eventually video-calling to reconnect and catch up for all the years they lost together.
Preston also got to introduce me to a lot of his friends. Needless to say it was a big surprise to learn that he was friend with the owner of Mercury Wild, one of the most successful bar and restaurants in the entire city. I also got to know the likes of Marcus, Dylan, Damon and Daxter – or as I like to call them, the Triple D. All of them were nice and sweet to me.
However, one morning when I went to work, my boss told me I could have the weekend off. It was an odd thing given how I was usually the one with a large workload during Saturdays and Sundays.
“Huh?” I just looked at Doctor Holland with confusion. “Who’s going to take my responsibilities for today and tomorrow then? What did I do to deserve a weekend off?”
He simply smiled at me and said, “Oh, don’t worry about work. I’ll have your duties split between Jonathan and Mae. I would bring in Janine since she’s your executive assistant and she knows the job well but I also gave her a few days of leave.”
“O-okay sir,” I stuttered, unsure of what to say. “I’ll just go back in then and check the nursing station and the emergency room to make sure everything’s in shape. If there’s no big emergency then I’ll head home. Thank you, sir!”
Doctor Holland oddly just smiled and waved goodbye at me as I walked out of his office.
As soon as I did, however, Mikaela came running to me with a look of concern on her face. “Hey, we’ve got an emergency right now! It’s Preston!”
My heart suddenly sank. “What? What do you mean, it’s Preston?”
“He’s in the emergency room, right now,” she explained as she yanked me by the hand. “We have to go there now. He’s in critical condition!”
Everything I had planned for the day vanished into thin air as I followed Mikaela and rushed to the emergency room. There were multiple beds laid out but only two of them had patients. The resident doctor and nurses in the emergency room were slacking off, having a slow and easy day.
“Ms. Bishop,” Doctor Melissa Carmen said as soon as she saw me come in. “We need you to attend to the patient in the emergency operating room. We’re still waiting for the cardiologist to come in and operate on him.”
Operate? What happened to Preston?
I pushed passed everyone and rushed into the operating room… to find Preston seated on the bed, perfectly well and healthy. His friends were around him and so were mine. My father was there too! Why were they all here? Not only that but the whole room was decorated with flowers – roses and carnations mostly, which were my favorites – and Preston was wearing a patient’s robe.
As I stood there, awestruck and confused, Mikaela and Doctor Holland came in and with them were the emergency room staff.
“W-what’s going on?” I asked. I looked at Preston, “What’s all of this?”
Preston chuckled and slid his hand underneath his pillow. When he took it back out he was holding a shiny ring with a big diamond in the center. “I wanted to take things back to that special moment when I first met you. I wanted to remind us all of where it all began. You and I first crossed paths in a hospital room and back then I only suffered from a sprained wrist. Today, I’m suffering from an aching heart that only you can mend.”
“You’re being corny,” I told him and laughed. I was blushing from cheek to cheek, seeing as everyone was here with us. “You better make this speech good, babe.”
He laughed and we all laughed with him. Preston then beckoned me to come closer and he held my hand when I did. “Lyla Bishop, you changed everything in my life. I thought I would be one of those wealthy loners who rely on money to get whatever pleasure I can imagine but you taught me the real meaning of love. You proved I didn’t have to be alone for the rest of my life. I want to spend my life with you… Lyla, will you marry me?”
“Oh my god, yes!” I quickly answered and everyone cheered. “I thought you’d never ask!”
He pulled me in and gave me a long, passionate kiss and everyone around us cheered. It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Our wedding took place about a month after he proposed. It took a lot of work since we had to get a certificate, go through all the wedding counseling and other legal requirements. We had a big church wedding and celebrated at a vacation home he and his friends co-owned. Over a hundred people came and to our surprise, Preston even invited his siblings to come over. It was not just a wedding but a reunion and it brought us both to tears.
Every wedding must be followed by a grand honeymoon and Preston spared no expense. He scheduled for a two-month trip across Europe and another week cruising the Caribbean. I thought it was all a little too much but he insisted we have fun because when we’d be back it’d be back to work. He had two new companies to acquire and grow and I became even busier now that I had more administrative responsibilities in the medical center.
Life turned out great. I was married to the man I loved and it was just a bonus that he was good-looking, a sexual beast and a hard-working billionaire too. Now that I think about it, maybe it was fate that we met that day in the hospital. Maybe it was fate that when I got so desperate to sell myself at an auction he was there too. I’d gladly sell my pussy to him again and again and again as long as our love story could go on.
I finally got to spend more time with Jasmine too, Trevor Wild’s wife. She was responsible for Trevor’s success and in many ways responsible too for Preston’s decision to marry me. Preston told me that when he saw Trevor and Jasmine together, he wanted something similar, something that money cannot buy. He found that in me and I found it in him.
That is our love story.
The End
The Billionaire’s Proposal
Mercury Billionaires Book 3
/> Book Description
"Marry me, so I get to keep my family’s wealth, and you will have unlimited access to all that money, too."
My life is perfect.
Endless parties, different chick every night, and unlimited cash. What more could a billionaire playboy want?
Until one day, a cruel twist of fate threatens to end my freedom. Fate has another trick up her sleeve, one by the name of Noelle Stanley.
Shy, mousy little Noelle Stanley sure has grown into a hot piece of a$$.
Buried in debt, Noelle is one step away from selling her flesh to rich perverts.
A marriage in name only could help both of us.
It’s a win-win, until the game threatens to come to an end and I’m not willing to let her go.
Prologue
Daxter
“This is exactly the drink I need,” I said as I leaned back on my seat and sipped my beer. When I turned to my right, there was Jessica, a beautiful young blonde with the most devilish smile I had seen, and to my left, there was Tatyana, an exotic Russian with an erotic accent that sent chills up my spine each time she spoke.
“What drink?” Jessica teased as she took my bottle and gave it a sip. As she did she wrapped her leg around me and then gave a soft kiss on the cheek. The dim lights of the bar accentuated the sexy curves of her hips and the edges of her long hair.
Tatyana giggled and took the bottle from Jessica and pressed it against her neck. She cooed at the cold touch and then looked at me, “Why do you need cold drink? Are you exhausted? Is modeling work too tiring?”
I felt the sarcasm in her tone but even I admitted I was complaining about trivial things, “Okay, you got me there. I just stood around and let people take photos. It is tiring though, especially when they ask me to stay in position for so long. Today’s shoot took three hours you know.”
“Oh, look at me,” Tatyana did a whiny impression. “I work three hours a day and all I do is stand while people take photos. My life is ruined.”
Jessica laughed and glided her hand across my muscle-bound chest, right underneath my shirt, “Oh, don’t be too mean on him, Yana. He’s like a baby and he needs some kisses.”
Both girls giggled and simultaneously kissed my cheeks.
“Looks like you’re having fun,” a male voice cut in.
The girls and I looked up to find a tall, lean and dashingly handsome man putting a bucket on their table. The man then slid onto the seats and took his place beside Tatyana.
“Wow, you’re a cutie,” Tatyana said as she got a better look at the man.
“Baby girl, you won’t get anything from him,” I joked as I pointed at the man. “That’s Trevor Wild, the owner of this joint. He’s married.”
Jessica’s mouth went wide with awe, “You own Mercury Wild?”
Trevor nodded with a smile as he handed us our drinks. He then turned to me, “So, what’s new?”
I shrugged, gulped down on my drink and placed it on the table. I then wrapped my arms around the girls and said, “You know how it is – just another boring day doing nothing and then spending a few hours looking handsome in front of a camera.”
Trevor shook his head and chuckled, “You lucky bastard. Well, Preston and Lyla are hosting a party at their place. Are you coming?”
“Sure,” I said. “Formal party? Something fun and casual?”
“Formal,” Trevor answered. “They’re launching a new business, I think, and the party’s to attract investors and endorsers.”
“Got it,” I said.
I found this kind of business talk boring. While Trevor was a really close friend, all I wanted to focus on right now was getting busy with the two girls in my arms. I felt especially anxious because of how sweet they smelled. I just couldn’t wait to get their clothes off.
Even Trevor could feel my excitement to get down and dirty. He got up from the table and said, “Well, I got to go. Just update me all right?”
I just gave a nod of approval and watched as Trevor headed off to greet other guests in the bar. With Trevor gone, I spent the rest of the hour flirting with my girls. I particularly felt excited whenever they’d touch me or give me a slow, luscious kiss on the lips.
Everything was going fine until my damn phone buzzed.
“Hold on,” I excused myself when I saw who was calling. “I need to answer this.”
Jessica and Tatyana gave me some room to stand up. With my phone in hand, I walked to the back of the bar where it was not so loud and I could concentrate on the conversation. I put the phone up to my ear and answered the call.
“Hey, what’s up sis?” I greeted. It was Sonya, my elder sister.
“D-Daxter,” my sister stuttered and I could hear her sobbing.
Almost instantly my mood shifted. I could tell something was wrong. Sonya was a strong woman, one who wouldn’t cry for even the most serious problems. She was the one I looked up to the most, even more so than our older brother and our parents. If she was crying, then something was up. I could feel the knot just getting heavier in my gut.
“Are you crying?” I just had to make sure. “What’s wrong?”
“Gary’s dead,” she replied and her sobs became loud wails. Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew the tears were flowing down my sister’s cheeks.
This came as a heavy blow to me.
Gary was always the one our parents looked to inherit the family’s wealth. Gary was the one who would carry the family business. He was the one they adored and loved the most. Sonya and I were just the “background” kids, the backup to fill up a family photo.
I pursed my lips and forced myself to ask for details, fighting back the tears as I did, “H-how did he die? What happened, exactly?”
“He was driving home when a drunk truck driver lost control and slammed into his car,” Sonya replied. “It was a head-on collision. The guys at the morgue said Gary’s face was pulverized by the sheer weight and pressure of the truck. Oh, God!”
Fuck. I could feel the rage boiling in my gut. I wanted to find that driver and break his neck. “Where are you? I’ll meet you.”
Sonya sobbed and told me, “I’m at the morgue, the El Fariza Royal Morgue.”
“Okay, just wait for me there,” I said. “I’m a little drunk, though; just letting you know. I’m here at Mercury Wild.”
“Can you drive?” Sonya asked. “Do you want me to send one of our drivers?”
I vehemently refused that offer, “No way. I can get there by myself. Just wait for me there.”
“All right, you take care,” my sister said and ended the call.
There was a lot to handle now.
I had to deal with my brother’s funeral, with the case against the truck driver, I had to reschedule everything I had planned with Jessica and Tatyana and I now had to do the one thing I hoped I could postpone indefinitely: facing my parents.
1
Noelle
The darkness was my friend and the music was my heartbeat. As my hips swayed and my body swerved, I felt nothing but the heat of the moment and the thrill of the night. Though I wore little more than a revealing pair of shorts, my breasts exposed for all to see, I felt secure, as I owned the spotlight.
Dancing on top of a bar table was my corner of the world. In that corner, no one could touch me, and no one could harm me. If they wanted more of me, they had to pay and even then all they’d get is a kiss and a closer look at my body.
When the music had died and the dance was over, I took my bra and strapped it back on. The show was over and it was another girl’s moment to shine. It didn’t matter; for the fifteen minutes of fame, I had garnered well over a hundred thirty bucks. It wasn’t much, but I could stretch it until the next night.
I headed to the backstage area of the nightclub, where the girls could rest between their shows, and slumped down on a big leather couch.
“Damn Noelle, you look exhausted,” Krystin said when she took a seat opposite me. Krystin was one of the new dancers b
ut she definitely had a lot going for her. She had wild short hair, seductive dark eyes and a figure most girls would die for.
It wasn’t like I didn’t consider myself hot, though. With a perfect 32-26-32 figure I knew I had the ideal curves and form and I had the long, auburn hair that lots of guys dig. It was just sometimes I felt like being hot wasn’t enough because to this day, I’ve never had a long lasting relationship.
“I am exhausted,” I answered. “I danced three times tonight and I waited tables. It’s still not enough.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Krystin said. “I got a little boy, he’s going to go to pre-school soon. Can you imagine what I’ll have to do to get the money to support all that?”
I shook my head and sighed, “Fuck this, you know? We’re young, hot and gorgeous… I bet we can get a better job out there somewhere.”
“Do you have a college degree?” Krysten asked, with a sarcastic note but even without it, the joke was all over her face.
I shook my head.
“Then don’t dream too big,” Krystin told me with a wag of her finger. “This is about as good as it gets. At least we’re just waiting tables and strip dancing. I heard about a club of rich billionaires where girls can auction off their virginity; too late for me, I guess. I lost my virginity back in high school.”
“Would you believe I’m still a virgin?” I asked with a naughty smile.
Krystin laughed, “You? Girl, you wave your tits at every customer that walks through the front door.”
