Billionaire's game #2 : Beyond the Billionaire's image

"AHH! Oliver babe.. you're thrusting way too dee–ahh!" The woman Oliver is making love with exclaimed.

He's pounding so fast into the woman and didn't even bother to listen to her pleading. The woman is pleasurable, her body is beautiful but he is disappointed with her chest, however, he has no choice because his lust has attacked again. Moreover, it was the woman who wanted something to happen between them even though they have just started dating.

He wouldn't touch the woman immediately if she didn't want it, but since the woman really wanted it, he used that advantage.

He was sweating profusely from thrusting into the woman. His neck tattoo was visibly dripping with sweat down to his firm abs, while his 9-inch length was moving in and out of his partner's femininity.

“Fuck babe! I'm cūmming! Make me cum!”The woman under him screamed. They are doing it doggy style. He is grabbing the woman’s hair while he is thrusting her fast and deep until they exploded.

But even when he's done, he can't be satisfied. He finds the woman boring. Especially since she doesn't have a pronounced chest. The woman is a famous model in Paris but she's a Filipino, and it's obvious that the woman has been with different men, but of course, she's obviously liberated. He just really let himself go.

He grabbed his pants and was about to put them on but was annoyed when the woman stopped him.

“Are we done? I want more babe.” She said seductively.

He coldly answered her. “You're boring, Kate. I don't like boring women.”

The woman was shocked and suddenly started crying. “H-How dare you! After everything, you're going to say that to me?!”

He just smirked. “I've been with several women, Kate and you're just nothing. I'm a famous actor and I can find any woman who satisfies me and you're not the woman I'm looking for.”

The woman slapped him and grabbed her clothes before turning to look at him. “You will meet someone that will be the opposite to your taste, Oliver. Karma will get you!"

He ignored the things left behind and just continued dressing. He put on his favorite polo shirt and jeans before finally heading to the woman's condo door. He wondered why he was left in this place, owned by the woman, but chose not to think about it too much.

Before he fully left, he took his black baseball cap and shades from his bag. He put them on, covering his face. He didn't want to go viral again because of stories he himself created. It's also tiring to always be in the news.

He went to the elevator and didn't bother looking around, just resting his back on the elevator’s wall. Why is he getting bored with women these days? The ones he encounters are all the same, almost all of them do nothing but approach him. He wants a thrill, he wants someone who will challenge him. A woman who can satisfy his desires and not just his body and money.

'There's no such woman. I won't find someone like that.' he said to himself before he left the elevator.

But his perspective changed when he met someone interesting. That woman who seems not bothered by her appearance. She was almost dressed in men's clothes and didn't wear any makeup. She acted like a tomboy.

He tried to kiss her but she just kicked him out of nowhere! He didn't expect that because he thought no woman would reject him but he was wrong. There was one and at that moment, he wanted to drag the woman and show her his anger but it disappeared suddenly when she kissed him.

"What the hell was that?" he finally managed to sputter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if trying to erase the kiss.

She just grinned as if teasing him. He used to have women kissing him but this time, he just wanted to kick her ass off. He didn't care if she was a woman.

"A kiss. You wanted one, right?"

"Are you out of your mind?" He yelled at her.

The woman crossed her arms and tilted her head mockingly. "I thought you wanted to be kissed. You seemed so desperate back there."

His fists clenched. He had never been this angry because of a damn woman. He would never like her. He would even engrave it on his friends' foreheads.

He would never be attracted to someone who acts more masculine than he does. In short, he doesn't like tomboys!

"Desperate? I was not desperate! You're just a crazy person! What's wrong with you?" He shouted angrily.

She just laughed fakely. "Just a little reminder that you're not invincible, Mr. Laurent," she retorted and crossed her arms again. "And for the record, I'm not into guys either. So, rest assured, it meant nothing."

He scowled at her. "You're insane. Stay away from me!"

She furrowed her brows and suddenly turned her back on him. "Stay away from you? No problem. I don't know you and you're not my type."

He was taken aback by what she said. She's not into him? How dare she? There's no woman who's not into him! Everyone likes him and he can't accept what she's saying.

“You're challenging me, you tomboy. You'll become a woman and when that happens, I'll hurt you!”