The Billionaire’s Pet
A Forbidden Romance
Cassandra Dee
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To all the girls who are tantalized at the idea of being a handsome man’s pet.
This one’s for you!
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Contents
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: My Sister’s Boyfriend
Sneak Peek: My Bully’s Dad
About the Author
About This Book
Times are tough and Jessalyn’s desperate to pay rent on her family’s trailer. She’ll take a second job or even work for the coffee shop where that gross guy always hits on her. But unfortunately, her dad Randy has other ideas. He’s going to sell something to make rent, starting with his beautiful daughter.
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Cameron’s not the type to purchase a woman. But when Randy Lane offers him the sassy, irresistible Jessalyn, the billionaire’s tempted. He’s been looking for a pet … and the curvy girl is just the answer.
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Let your imagination go wild because in this crazy, off-the-cuff romance, Jessalyn’s giving the billionaire a run for his money! Our OTT alpha male likes what he sees, but what happens when Jessalyn’s mouth gets her in trouble over and over again? For all the ladies who like their filth wrapped in a sweet-smelling taboo package. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.
1
Jessalyn
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I’ve come to accept that smelling like diner grease is an unfortunate trait of mine. I used to hate smelling like burned hamburgers and French fries all day, but now it’s just one of the things I have to look past because I don’t have any other choice. It’s disgusting, I know, but working at Hooger’s as a full-time waitress is the only way I’ll be able to help Daddy with the rent, and even that doesn’t seem to cover it some months.
Hooger’s is just a short distance from the trailer park where Daddy and I live, so thankfully, I can just walk to work. Randy and I only have one vehicle, which is his truck, but he uses that for his job, leaving me with no option but to walk. Being on my feet non-stop for ten hours every day is tough, and when I first started working at Hooger’s, I’d have to come home and ice my feet every night. However, after a few months, I’ve learned to live with aching soles and a stinging sensation in the balls of my feet. The exhaustion in my bones, on the other hand… that’s harder to shake.
I feel it this evening as I trudge home from my shift. I typically get home anywhere between seven thirty and eight at night, depending on how busy the diner is, and tonight I’m off a bit earlier. As I make my way into the trailer park, I see Mrs. Foster over to the right, puttering in her small patch of garden. Then, there’s Grandpa Ralph on the left, drinking a beer in a plastic folding seat. This is my family, for better or worse, and I put a smile on my face.
“Hi,” I call cheerily. “How are you?”
Mrs. Foster waves back and Grandpa Ralph gives me a nod. I smile again, like I’m enjoying the balmy weather. But really, I can’t wait to shower and lie down. As I approach our trailer, already removing my stained apron, my sho
ulders slump with exhaustion. Then, I open the door and let the screen shut before freezing at the sight of my dad lying on the couch, a lit cigarette in his hand. When Randy smokes inside--something he knows to only do outside of the trailer due to my nagging--I know something’s up.
“What are you doing home?” I ask, treading carefully once I see several empty beer bottles scattered on the floor.
Daddy groans from his position on the worn-out sofa. He’s usually not back this early. In fact, Randy doesn’t generally get home until much later at night. Working as a handyman at a hotel in town, his shifts start late in the day and he usually gets off close to midnight. But I don’t mind the unorthodox schedule because it gives me time to myself to relax before I have to start dealing with his issues.
Taking a deep hit off his cigarette, my dad’s eyes stay closed and his thumb traces a line on his forehead.
“Fucking asshole,” he slurs. “Always favoring that damn Hernando instead of me when I’m the one that’s been there the longest. Who the fuck does he think he is?”
I sigh, immediately knowing he’s talking about his boss, Malcolm, and Hernando, one of the other handymen at the hotel. He constantly complains about the two of them, but I try to ignore it. Still, it doesn’t answer the question of why he’s home early. It’s probably something bad.
“Telling me to do all this shit again because I didn’t do it right the first time and--”
“You got fired, didn’t you?” I ask flatly, cutting him off.
My eyes are hard as I look at him. Meanwhile, Randy turns to me with demon eyes. It’s a frightening sight. His eyes appear yellowish, and look like they’re glowing from the centers. Plus, although my dad’s only fifty-five, he looks much older than his age. His thinning grey hair, wrinkled face, and stained teeth are the results of tobacco, alcohol, and an unhealthy diet. He resembles a corpse, and that would be an unfair comparison to the dead body.
Growing up, I told myself that I’d have to take better care of myself than Randy does. It must have started when my mom left us. I was just a baby when that happened, but I’ve heard Randy talk about her when he’s drunk. He’ll ramble about how pretty Veronica was and how she made him feel like such a man before they had me, so I’ve always wondered if he blames me for her departure.
“Yes, they fucking fired me,” Randy gripes, sending intense waves of panic through me with that one sentence. “But it’s so fucking unfair. I’m going to take my ass down there tomorrow and make that fucker realize who he’s messing with.”
Ignoring him, I march over to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pull it open. My fingers find the yellow slip of paper I had been pushing out of my mind for the last several days, and I take it out with trembling fingers. The late notice for our rent came earlier this week. I was panicked when I pulled the notice off our door, but I made myself relax because Randy’s supposed to get paid tomorrow. Tomorrow. We would have the money for rent by the end of the week, I told myself. There was no need to worry… until now.
“Look at this,” I demand stonily, storming back over to him. I hold the note tight in my fingers as I shove it in his drunken face. I’m feeling a sense of desperation standing up to my father like this. Daddy’s never hit me, but I wouldn’t put it past him as something he’d do when he’s drunk and frustrated. I’ve never pushed his buttons, but tonight is different. Tonight, we’re on the verge of losing the only home we have.
“It’s a late notice. Our rent is due. How are we going to pay it now, Randy? You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut for one more day?”
Daddy shoots up from his spot on the couch and towers over me. The anger within him that was directed at his boss is now directed at me, along with a grimy index finger pointed in my face.
“Listen here, missy,” he snarls. “Don’t you dare talk to me that way. I work hard for this family and deserve to be treated better than this!”
His yelling and anger don’t faze me. What does is the fact that I might be homeless in a few days. With mine and Daddy’s salary combined, we hardly have enough to cover rent, much less any extras. What are we going to do? This is the third job Daddy’s gotten fired from in the past year thanks to his anger issues. We can’t keep doing this and putting our lives in jeopardy. We just can’t.
I sink back on my heels but continue to stare at him with intensity in my eyes.
“How are we going to pay rent, Randy?” I ask in a steely voice. “You know that we can’t make it on my income alone.”
His anger subsides and he gently shakes his head, remorse and realization now visible in his eyes.
“I don’t know, Jess. I don’t know what to do.”
Daddy falls back down and starts whining and groaning on the couch. With his cigarette still balanced between his fingers, he plants his face in his palms. He’s quiet for a moment before looking up at me with those yellow eyes.
“Can you pick up extra shifts at the diner?”
My eyes narrow at him. He seriously did not just ask me that.
“Dad, I work full-time now. Do you mean extra shifts on top of that? I’m not sure that’s possible, even if I had the energy.”
Randy slumps.
“Oh, sorry babe, I didn’t realize that.”
Of course he didn’t.
I feel anger boiling in me. I crumple the late notice in my fingers and spin on my heels to keep myself from lashing out at him. This man seriously needs to get his life together, and I’ve got to figure out a way to pay rent. Better yet, I need to find a way to get out of this trailer park altogether.
I’ve been here my whole life, and I thought I was getting close to moving out. Slowly, I had been saving just a little bit of money in the envelope beneath my mattress, but that had to go to rent last month. The longer I stay here, the more I’m in jeopardy of becoming like my father: stuck, with no prospects.
My mind is going wild with ideas on how to fix this issue while Randy continues to whine on the couch about his boss and Hernando. I block him out as I try to think about how to resolve this problem. I can’t think of anything that would work. Sure, Dad could find a new job but what if this happens again? Because odds are it will. Even if Randy were to get a new job tomorrow, he wouldn’t be paid for two weeks, and we need money now.
I sigh and put my face in my hands. I hate the feeling of desperation, but there’s only one solution I can think of to get us a temporary way out.
“We’ll go to management and ask for an extension on rent,” I say, turning back to face my father. “Tomorrow. So, clean up and go to bed. We’ll need to go first thing in the morning, and basically, we’ll need to beg.”
Randy nods his head and takes one more drag off his cigarette. I reach to pluck it from his lips and dab it in the ashtray and he shoots me an angry look.
“What the fuck did you do that for?”
“Go to bed, Daddy. I’m serious. We need to be cleaned up and on our best behavior for tomorrow.”
Randy rolls his eyes and huffs before standing and trying to walk to his bedroom. The man has become so accustomed to drinking that he can actually walk somewhat straight even though he’s totally loaded. Once he’s is in his room, I hear the mattress creak as he plops down, and then snores erupt seconds later.
Meanwhile, I collapse onto the small kitchen table. I put my face in my bent elbows and cry silently. I need to get these emotions out because they’ve been bottled up for too long. Day after day I wake up and pray that Daddy makes it through work and that we’ll be fine until next month’s rent is due, but my faith in him has basically evaporated by now. We’ve got to find a way to come up with this rent money, but how?
I have a good cry and feel a bit better afterwards. It still doesn’t help the situation at hand, but I feel a little less empty now. I walk to the bathroom to quickly shower and brush my teeth before climbing into bed. But it’s hard to fall asleep with this hanging over my head.
Meanwhile, Randy sleeps like a log. There’s a steady
stream of snoring coming from his room, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, my eyes are wide open as I stare at the ceiling and try to calm my thoughts. Sadly, my mind spins out of control, and the silent tears start again. A hot trail runs from the corner of my eye and down my cheek vertically before making a wet spot on the pillow. This is my life, and I can’t bear the thought of living like this forever.
2
Jessalyn
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The next morning, I wake Randy up for our meeting with management. I make him a good breakfast of eggs and pancakes to soak up all the beer he drank last night, and try to get him to dress in something other than his saggy work pants and crumpled work shirt. Sadly, he doesn’t listen, and looks like a gaunt scarecrow with dirt under his fingernails and an unshaven chin.
I wear a nice red skirt and white blouse in hopes of making a good impression, but I also pack my work uniform in my bag so that I can get to my shift afterwards. Purcell Development, the company that runs our trailer park, has an office in town about ten minutes away from the diner, so it shouldn’t be too hard to get to work. On our way to the meeting, I look over at Daddy in his truck and beg him to let me do the talking at the meeting. It’s our only chance at getting the extension we need.
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