How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires (Books 1-3)

by Marian Tee

  And it had probably been Marge responsible for controlling the angry reactions of her family. In a way, I understood why. There was really nothing you could do to keep people from talking about you if they wanted to.

  Constantijin suddenly frowned. “Don’t think you’re off the hook about the boy, though.”

  But his words lacked heat, and I knew he wasn’t as furious as he had been earlier. “Drake was---is---a bodyguard my mother hired to look after me.”

  “What the hell?”

  Nodding, I continued, “My mom’s the, umm, super protective sort. She pulled some strings, I think, to make sure Drake got one of the rare vacancies in your company.”

  “I checked his background,” he said broodingly. “He was a perfect fit.”

  “He’s ex-Army, too.”

  “That fucking boy?”

  Giggling again, I wagged a finger in warning. “Careful. That fucking boy can easily outshoot you if he knows what you call him.”

  Constantijin’s voice chilled. “He might outshoot me, but not the entire army I can hire to shoot him if he dares make another move at you.”

  I made a face. “You’re such a sore loser. Can’t you let another person win?”

  Hauling me back into his arms, he muttered, “Never. Not where you’re concerned.”

  Okay, that had me biting my lip very hard because he was making it so difficult for me not to tell him how much I loved him.

  His hand suddenly went under my skirt, his fingers stroking my sex.

  I yelped. “Constantijin?”

  “Does it still hurt? I know I fucked you too hard.” He scowled. “You should not have begged me so after that one time---”

  “I DID NOT BEG.” It would have sounded more convincing if I wasn’t undulating around his fingers, though. God, I wanted him so badly now.

  He smirked.

  I glared, but even though I wanted to move away, I couldn’t. His touch was addictive, and this early I knew I’d never get enough of it.

  “The next time we fuck, Yanna…”

  “What?” I asked breathlessly.

  He slowly pulled his fingers away and I could only watch in fascination as he licked them dry. “Everyone would know who you belong to and who has the only right to fuck you.”

  Lesson #6

  When your billionaire lets the world know you are his,

  It is the end of his agony and the start of yours.

  “Oh, dear.” George looked at my rumpled clothes knowingly the moment I got back to our office.

  Trying not to appear as flustered as I felt, I demanded, “What?”

  Before he could answer, a beeping sound blared out from the speakers of the P.A. system, which meant we were about to hear a company-wide announcement.

  “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your CEO Constantijin Kastein. I would like to personally extend an invitation for all my employees to join me after work at the cafeteria. As a part of Kastein Incorporated, I consider each and every one of you a valuable member of my family.”

  I had a really, really bad feeling about this.

  “It would be my honor if you permit me to introduce the woman in my life to all of you first.”

  There were screeches, cheers, and loud sobbing coming from other nearby offices.

  George whispered, “Wow.”

  Arian stalked out of our office and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d still hear Constantijin’s next words no matter where she went. The speakers for the P.A. system were everywhere.

  “And to celebrate this momentous occasion, we’ll have an open bar and a buffet table. I look forward to having you all join me later at five-fifteen. Thank you.”

  Forty minutes later and I still had no success in reaching Constantijin by phone. “Answer the phone, you ass,” I muttered as I redialed his number. The same robotic tone answered me instead, telling me that Constantijin had switched his phone off.

  I tried going to his office to put a stop to his madness, but he had a human barricade by the name of Glenda. “Mr. Kastein,” she said stiffly even as her eyes twinkled, “is not taking any visitors right now.”

  “Really, Glenda? Really?”

  She didn’t even blink. “Really.” And then she slammed the door shut.

  Five-fifteen came before I was ready for it. I stared at my hands, which were shaking so badly.

  With Charli out of her office and Arian still not back from wherever she was probably cursing me to perdition, I felt it was safe to tell George my greatest fears. “What am I going to do, George? I’m so nervous. I don’t want people to laugh at him if they think I’m the worst girlfriend he could pick.” I was hyperventilating by the time I finished.

  George rushed to my side. “Breathe, Yanna, breathe.”

  “I-I c-cant.”

  “It’s going to be okay. I’m sure people have no expectations at all. The women will just be sad that someone finally got to claim Mr. Kastein and the men will just be there for the free beer.”

  He pulled me out of my cubicle. “Now, let’s go out and just enjoy this. It’s going to be all right.”

  The moment we stepped out of our door, we were immediately swept away by the noisy crowd heading to the cafeteria. There was a long pileup near the entrance as we had to swipe our cards one at a time. As we queued up, I began to hear what the other people were saying.

  "Who do you think Mr. Kastein's new girlfriend is?"

  I choked.

  "I bet she's super tall."

  Did being tall in hobbit standards count?

  "I bet she's gorgeous."

  Did being voted Ms. Beautiful in kindergarten qualify?

  "For sure, she's rich."

  I turned around. “I’m going now---”

  George laughingly spun me back to place. “Forget about them, Yanna. This is your day. Don’t let what they think ruin it.”

  Easy for him to say, I thought waspishly. He wasn’t the one the women were expecting to be a supermodel, beauty queen, and heiress all rolled into one. There were no available seats left by the time we got in. George and I had to stand at the wide sills of the windows at the end of the cafeteria just so we could get a glimpse of Constantijin, who stood at the very front, on top of the company’s mobile stage. He appeared gorgeous and utterly relaxed – the ass.

  “Oh my God, I wish I was able to have sex with him before he found a girlfriend.”

  “Who said that?” I hissed at George, who only laughed in answer.

  Another one muttered, “This has to be serious – he never introduced the other ones.”

  Charli went up the stage, microphone in hand. “Hello, everyone!” The whole crowd instantly cheered at her words. She was stunning to look at, the perfect choice for a host of this occasion.

  “You know why we’re all here.”

  The men cheered and the women booed.

  I just wanted to go. So this was what he meant I’d have it easier if I had just confessed first about us. On hindsight, I should have totally done what he said. I could have just changed my status on Facebook to In a Relationship and that would have been it – everyone else would have spread the word for me.

  Now I was stuck with Constantijin’s insane ability to torture me with embarrassment.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you Constantijin’s girlfriend.”

  Charli’s last two words made me jump, my head immediately jerking back towards the stage. But Constantijin was nowhere to be found. Shit – where was he--- “Aaaah!”

  If people had also been wondering where he was or where he was going, my scream totally gave his location away. And the presence of his girlfriend.

  He glanced up at me, even though I wasn’t really that far from him, with Constantijin’s exceptional height. A sexy, lazy smile touched his lips as he drawled, “Now, my beautiful little girlfriend, why don’t you give me a kiss so that everyone here knows how proud you are to be mine?”

  I choked on m
y laughter as the women around us let out an audible sigh. “You really had to say that?” I whispered.

  “Yes, and you really have to kiss me n---”

  I covered his lips with mine, hoping to surprise him. And he was, but this was Constantijin and he recovered in a moment, his hand curling around my nape to pull me closer. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss, but then he was licking my lips, applying pressure, and I had to part my lips open so his tongue could enter my mouth.

  And that was it.

  I totally lost all sense of propriety. All I knew was that Constantijin was kissing me hard enough to have my senses totally reeling. Without breaking our kiss, he suddenly swung me off the window sill, his arms tightening around my waist as he slowly lowered me to the ground.

  When he lifted his head, I immediately tried to catch my breath.

  One arm around my waist, he had us turning together to face the now-silent crowd. I paled, seeing how all eyes were on us, but Constantijin didn’t appear to mind or maybe he was used to this kind of attention.

  He addressed the crowd, but his gaze was on Drake as he said succinctly, “My woman.”

  Lesson #7

  Your billionaire will only stay in a cage with you

  if it is a cage he has designed.

  Constantijin Kastein as a boyfriend was more than any woman could ever want. I knew that ‘boyfriend’ would seem like a tame word to describe someone like him. Yet I liked it – and he seemed to like it, too. He told me he had never been any girl’s boyfriend. If I had my way, I’d always be his girlfriend.

  Whenever he was with me, he would occasionally show a childish side to him, the side you’d expect from a boyfriend who cared for you and not from a complex and enigmatic lover who used to be the most famous playboy in Netherlands.

  I loved it.

  I loved him.

  Day Two

  The first thing I wanted to make sure was that everyone in the office would understand nothing had to change with how they treated me. I might be the boss’ lady, but I was also just Yanna Everleigh – one of the new girls in Kastein Inc.

  I sort of made the right – and wrong – decision telling Charli about it, and the next thing I knew she was walking past me, my latest report folder tucked under her arm, and opened the door of her office. Then she threw the folder on the floor and started screaming.

  “Are you seriously giving me this crap just because you’re Constantijin’s girlfriend now?”

  In the act of kneeling down and picking up my report, I froze, staring at her with my jaw on the floor. Was this for real?

  Charli’s eyes narrowed. “And now, you don’t think I’m even worth answering to?”

  Report now in my hand, I stammered, “No! I mean, oh my God, no. I just---what’s wrong with the report?” Did she really hate my report that much? She asked for a sexy paranormal romance that could compete against The Vampire Diaries. I gave her Love Monster, which told the story about a girl who just discovered her demon parentage (the good kind) and found out she was a living legend among other supernatural creatures. The twist: she got kidnapped by a handsome and powerful demon who was pissed by the fact that she had forgotten he was her fiancé.

  Did that not sound good?

  “There are so many things wrong with it. The report’s good but it’s not the best you can do! I don’t want you to be suddenly complacent just because you’re with the CEO.”

  “I won’t be,” I promised her fervently.

  Constantijin appeared at the doorway, a frown on his face. “Everything all right, ladies?”

  “Don’t interrupt!” Charli snarled.

  Behind her, I quickly shook my head at Constantijin, warning him from meddling.

  He stared at me for a moment before turning away without a word.

  Charli stalked back to her table, saying loudly, “Thank God Constantijin at least knows better than interfering.” Her narrowed gaze swung back to me, and I did my best to meet it. “You know better than to play spoiled with me, don’t you, Yanna?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Charli!”

  “Sir Charli – I mean, Ms. Charli.”

  She nodded. “Good. Now close the door and get back to work.” With shaky legs, I went to her door, conscious of how everyone was deliberately slowing down in front of Charli’s office to hear more of how she was scolding me.

  The moment I shut the door, Charli said, “Was I good?”

  I whirled around in shock.

  She grinned at me. “I think I was since I totally had you convinced, too.”

  “B-but---”

  “Yes, I know, you’re grateful. Now everyone really knows you’re not going to get special treatment. And by the way, great report.”

  I was still shell-shocked when I went back to my cubicle. My phone beeped, and I knew immediately it was Constantijin.

  What happened?

  Charli taught me a really good lesson. Everything’s cool – don’t worry.

  Glad to hear that. Tonight, I have a lesson for you to learn as well.

  Oh, dear. That sounds very bad.

  We can start now if you want.

  NO.

  Come here. I miss you.

  No! Office hours!

  My phone rang. Constantijin purred from the other end of the line. “If you are not here under one minute, I’m going there, and I’m going to kiss you in front of your lovely lady colleagues. Arian will hate you more, and she’ll sabotage your reports again---”

  “I’m coming, you ass!”

  Day Four

  “You told me you’d be home by tonight.” I pouted at the iPad, deliberately bending close to the screen so he could see more of my cleavage, which was enhanced by my silky nightgown. Honestly, I was blushing all the while I did it but I wanted to punish him.

  “Sweetheart, you are cruel.” Constantijin’s voice was strangled.

  I grinned, leaning back so he could see my face and not just my barely-covered breasts. “I know. It’s your fault. I…missed you.” I still had a hard time admitting my feelings to him, but this time I couldn’t help it. After announcing to the entire company that I was the only woman in his life now, he had to leave for an emergency meeting in Dubai - again.

  "I missed you, too. More than you fucking think."

  I tried not to giggle. No one was like my Dutch billionaire, with his rude and sweet ways.

  “Where are you anyway?” He was surrounded by so much darkness I couldn’t quite determine where exactly he was.

  “A hotel room,” he answered briefly.

  “Where are your friends?" Constantijin had no choice but to introduce me to the two other men that made up the world's legendary Pussketeers, not when they had more or less gatecrashed our video call last night.

  "Out. Watching naked women dance---a gift from an oil sheikh."

  I choked. "Don't join them!"

  "I won't on one condition."

  My eyebrows shot up. "Condition? This isn't something you can---"

  “Yanna, strip for me again.”

  “What?”

  “But I miss you so, sweetheart.”

  I glared at the screen. “No---”

  He grinned back. “And this time, I want you to touch yourself as you do.”

  “NO.” This time I couldn’t help turning red. Touch myself? Was he for real? I couldn’t even say ‘cock’ to anyone except him and now he wanted me to touch myself?

  “Why not? It turns me on to see you touch yourself.”

  I gasped. “I can’t do that!”

  “Why not? Take pity on a starving man, Yanna. I miss you very badly. I can’t even focus on my work because I keep thinking about you, spread open under me, taking you with my cock---”

  “Constantijin!” I wailed, quickly lowering the volume of my iPad. God, I hoped Alyx was asleep by now. She would never let me live this down.

  He sighed. “Next time then. If you do not want to touch yourself then talk to me instead.”

>   “T-talk like what?” I asked even though I had a feeling I knew where this was going. I also knew I was scared and excited by it.

  Constantijin’s voice had taken on a purring note, the kind that never failed to do crazy things to my body. “Yanna, you know what I want.”

  God, I couldn’t get enough of him whenever he talked like this – like he knew he was so sexy he was impossible to resist. And he was.

  My breath hitched. “I d-don’t know what to say.”

  He whispered ever so softly, “If I say I want to know how it finally feels to feed you my cock, what would you say?”

  I squeezed my thighs together, but it was too late. I was wet, so much. Swallowing, I murmured, “Then I’d say I want to know how your cock tastes, too.” I closed my eyes right after I said the words. Oh my gosh, did I, like, did I freaking, like, just say that?

  “And if I were standing next to you, what would you do?”

  My eyes closed, I slowly narrated what I could so easily imagine now, the pictures so vivid that more heat invaded my body even as the triangle between my legs became wetter. “I’ll…push you to the bed, unbuckle your belt, take off your pants. Everything until you’re completely naked.”

  “And then?”

  “Y-you’re already hard, but I want you harder. So I’ll…I’ll caress it between my breasts.”

  “Are your nipples hard now, Yanna?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. And after you give me the best fucking boob job in my life, what next?”

  “I’ll take you into my mouth---”

  The door crashed open and I shrieked and then I shrieked again when I took in the sight of Constantijin standing in the doorway, wearing a black leather jacket, white shirt, and jeans.

  “Oh my God, why are you here?” My hands crisscrossed over my body in different ways as I tried to figure out which to hide first.

  “Surprise.” With a dangerously sexy smile on his lips, he stepped inside my room and kicked the door shut.

  Shaking my head in disbelief, I mumbled, “I can’t believe you’re here. Aren’t you supposed to be at Dubai?”