Contract With A Billionaire

Daniel_ It was late in the afternoon, and I had just ended my meeting at Velazquez Tech. I was standing outside the building with my personal assistant, Amanda, waiting for the driver so we can head to the hotel. I got to the hotel bar and ordered a glass of whiskey. I sipped my whiskey, the cool liquid burning down my throat.“Cassie’s in town too,” Amanda said, walking up to me at the table. “She’s modeling for a fashion show tomorrow night. Want me to get you tickets?”I raised an eyebrow. Cassie was a stunning model I'd met a few months ago in Canada. We'd had a whirlwind romance, but I'd made it clear I wasn't looking for anything serious."I don't do fashion shows, Amanda," I said, my voice firm. "But invite Cassie over tonight."Amanda nodded, a knowing glance in her eye. She knew the score with me and Cassie. We are two consenting adults enjoying each other's company, nothing more. I walked into my suite, tossing my jacket onto the sofa. The room was spacious, with a stun

Daniel__ I pulled up to a small apartment building in my sleek black Escalade. It was quiet and a bit cold. Heaven had texted me her address after our call, her voice still echoing in my mind—soft, a little breathless, like she was trying to play it cool but failing adorably. I'd lost my wallet at that upscale restaurant, Mosaic Cuisine, but honestly, I left it there intentionally. She was too stunning for me to overlook: long dark hair falling over her shoulders and those wide blue eyes that sparkled with innocence. Her uniform hugged her curves just right, rev the soft, full breasts and rounded hips. I couldn't stop imagining my hands spanking that round ass.She stepped out the front door, looking even more alluring in casual jeans and a white cropped top that did nothing to hide her figure. My driver went out to open the passenger door for her. “Thank you, Heaven. Thanks again for calling about the wallet.'She slid into the seat, her scent—something floral and vanilla—filling th

Heaven____I didn’t stop walking until the city blurred out in my eyes. My palm hurts from slapping him; I can’t believe I slapped him. I slapped Daniel Reddington. I was standing at the edge of the sidewalk, holding my jacket like my life depended on it. I hailed a taxi and pulled out my phone, but I couldn’t muster the energy to type; I don’t even remember what I was looking for in my phone. My body was shaking, and my heart wouldn’t stop aching. The cold evening breeze was hitting me like a mother would whop her kid, and my hand won’t stop burning.I hailed a taxi again, and a yellow car appeared almost immediately. “Finally,” I said. I climbed into the back seat, sinking into it like it was meant for me. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, but I couldn’t look at him. I mumbled my address and closed my eyes for a while, hoping to feel better. When I opened my eyes, I was already in my neighborhood. I paid the driver, not bothering with the change, and stepped out into