Dominated by the Dark Billionaire Daddy

AvaI'm weaving through this sprawling mansion, and I swear it's a maze designed to keep people lost. My bladder is about to stage a mutiny, and I can't find a bathroom to save my life. Emma got me this gig as a favor, and I'm going to ruin it by pissing myself in the middle of a hallway. My usual bartending job is a dive compared to this place, and not just because I have made double what I would typically make in tips.The hallway is bordering on opulent, with chandeliers hanging from above and navy wallpaper that just screams money. Every door I have passed in my search for a toilet has had a gold handle—and I think they're actual gold. I wince, doing a little shuffle as I pry open the next door and find another bedroom, my bladder’s insistence interrupting my admiration again.I spot the tub through the open door and chew my lower lip for a moment of contemplation. My bladder threatens me one more time, and I know there's no chance of me making it to the actual bathroom.Bo

AvaEmma manages to pull off a miracle. She gets me in, and not only that, but she insists on taking me shopping for a dress. The gown she chooses is a floor-length masterpiece in a rich, royal blue that clings to my curves in a way that makes me feel both elegant and vulnerable. The low back is definitely more skin than I am accustomed to showing, but I can't honestly say I hate it."Seriously, Ava, you look incredible!" Emma exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I twist and turn in front of the mirror, still getting used to the sight of myself in such a glamorous ensemble. "I don't know about incredible, but it's definitely ... something."“Something” being that the price tag is worth at least two of my regular paychecks.Emma rolls her eyes playfully. "Don't be modest. You're going to turn heads tonight."I hope so, considering that's the whole point of tonight's excursion. Being added to the guest list of this event means I am effectively trying to become som

LiamI look for Ava—not even realizing she left until I glance at the text from my driver, asking if he is meant to be taking her home. I tell him, yes, my mind still buzzing with the almost-kiss that had been so close to happening. I have to admit, I’m disappointed. I want to finish what we'd started, to explore the attraction that is clearly there between us—but it seems fate has other plans.As I pace around my office, I can’t shake the thoughts of Ava from my mind. There is something about her that intrigues me beyond the nearly tangible lust that always sparks between us. I want to keep her.I have been looking for someone who can help maintain my public image, but Ava has stirred something in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Something that I have been missing for a long time, even.Samantha will likely be furious if she knows I’m considering deviating from our carefully crafted plan, but I can’t ignore this. I want Ava. Why can’t she be my public girlfriend?

AvaI’m off today, and the luxury of a free day stretches ahead of me like an inviting haven. After a leisurely morning of warm sunlight filtering through my curtains and the gentle rustle of leaves outside, I decide to take advantage of this rare moment to catch up with Emma. She's busy packing for her upcoming trip, and honestly, I’m going to miss her while she’s gone. It's not like I won't be checking up on her while she’s gone, but it's times like now I wish I had more friends. She's jetting off to Colorado with her boyfriend for a week-long skiing escapade.I find myself envying her freedom to take these trips whenever she wants. It’s not as if I’d grown up dirt poor, but we definitely didn’t make enough money to take off on a trip to Colorado. One year, when I was a kid, we’d made a trip to Virginia to see some family, but that was the only major vacation I can recall having taken.“Hey, Ava!” Emma’s voice chimes as she drags her suitcase out of her bedroom and eyes it s

*Ava*My bed shifts, and suddenly I don't feel as warm. I scootch over to Liam’s side, only to find him gone.I sit up quickly and see him dressing. Feeling self-conscious, and wondering if a day and night of rocking good sex has finally gotten me out of his system, I pulled the covers up over my chest, pinning them under my arms.Liam turns around and gives me a goofy grin, and I smile back, feeling relieved. I have nothing to worry about. He is still just as into me as I am him. “Sorry, darling. I don't mean to wake you.”“You left me all cold,” I reply with a dramatic pout.Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Liam cups my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. “I know, sweetheart, but I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up. You looked so angelic in your sleep.”“Not much of an angel when I’m awake, huh?” I tease.“Not hardly,” Liam rumbles, kissing me again, this time with enough passion to make my toes curl. “No, you’re my little wildcat.”“Right back at you, tiger,” I laugh.