HIDING THE BILLIONAIRE'S SON

CAMILLA

I swing my hips and enjoy the sensation of being just a little bit drunk as I let the booming bass of the song resonate through my entire body. I am briefly blinded by bright, colored lights, and have no choice but to close my eyes while hoping and praying that my legs are strong enough to support me without my sight.

"Let's go do some shots!" My best friend, Aubrey, grabs my arm and drags me across the dance floor at the yacht her father owns.

It's Aubrey's 18th birthday and she decided to celebrate her birthday in a classy way. But bringing me here doesn't seem like a good idea. I was having a good time, but the after-effect of the alcohol tomorrow morning might be a pain in my ass. I still have classes tomorrow and here I am partying out of my will.

I stumbled over to the corner and placed my arm on the railings, attempting to control my dizziness brought on by the wine and the yacht rocking back and forth created by the deep dark ocean.

"Four shots of tequila, please!" shouts Aubrey to the good-looking guy working behind the bar, who just so happens to be eyeing her up and down like a snack he's planning on eating later. Knowing Aubrey as I know, I'm certain that she is merely feeding his immoral thoughts.

He responds, "Coming right up, beautiful," but not before giving her a wink. While speaking into his ear and pressing his lips against the soft skin of her neck. Aubrey laughs and puts her perfectly manicured hand on his upper arm, delicately pressing it, not even two seconds later.

She gives me a knowing glance behind her back before turning her head to focus on the most recent achievement. I take my first shot and hold it up, fighting the impulse to smirk, silently applauding her before wincing at the bitter taste of the shot.

'My sight was spinning' I mentally thought while downing the burning liquid, taking pleasure in its aftereffects.

Before heading inside, I waited for Aubrey but she was gone, with the good-looking guy at the bar.

What the hell, Aubrey!

I shouldn't have come here. It's better to stay in my room, sketching the new dress I have in mind. I wished to pursue fashion designing and was planning to take a course at a university but my parents argued and wanted me to take Business instead. In the end, it's always their decision to claim victory. I've been obeying them for my whole life.

I want to go home but my parents would probably kill me if I came home, stinking in alcohol. My parents already warned me about spending so much time with Aubrey. They are aware that, in contrast to me, Aubrey is a spoiled brat who enjoys skipping class. But she's a reliable friend and the only friend I have.

I can feel my legs giving in. I glance around for a place to sit or lie down. But as a result of the lights, my feet took me in a direction that I couldn't see.

My chocolate waist-length hair hangs freely over my shoulders in loose curls as I stumble towards a door while using the railings to keep me from falling over.

My head is burning as I am slowly feeling hot inside and just want to take off this dress I'm wearing.

I almost fell when I opened the door but abruptly took hold of the cold steel thing, leading me downstairs. As I open my eyes slightly, the room is dark but through the lights coming from the moon, I spotted a bed and that's my cue to take a rest for tonight.

I undressed and jumped onto the bed.

"This is heaven..." I thought to myself.

I've never drunk this much before and regretted drinking this much because of my friend, Aubrey, who went with the guy she chose for tonight.

My sight was spinning and even if I firmly closed my eyes, I was still dizzy, to the point I wanted to throw up all the food and liquor I just devoured with all I might.

A little while later, I heard the door creek open and a step coming in my direction. With the thought it was Aubrey, I didn't care and was about to go to my dreamland.

But then a warm sensation appeared on my back. The warmth induced an intensity within me, and now something that I cannot place is developing.

I turned around to see who it was but my brain went haywire and my eyes completely shut as the man beside me devoured my mouth. Both of his hands clutch onto the bed behind me, trapping my body with his thick forearms.

He kisses me with practiced precision and restrained power that I haven't experienced before.

I'm tempted to drive him wild because all the dizziness must go somewhere. I'll happily volunteer as a tribute.

I'm a lost cause to my inhibitions as I kiss him back. My hand fists the disheveled hair he has and I hold on like I might fall if I let go.

We lashed out against one another in a silent battle. Kissing a man is a completely new experience. Toxic to the point of overdosing and erotic enough to leave me aching for more. A kiss filled with so much passion, it seems like we might die if one of us stops.

I shouldn't be doing this with a stranger but hell, I might drop dead if he won't keep going.

He presses his body into mine. I'm hit with a rush down my spine as he rocks his. I don't need any kind of tool to determine he's big.

I moan and he sucks up the sound. He pushes harder, and I feel him everywhere. I didn’t know what possessed me. I slowly touched him and deepened the kiss. It makes our body heated more when we get close as we move our lips in sync.

He slid his tongue inside my mouth and I bit it, then sucked the sting away.

Damn... This is not me.

His hand started to roam around my naked skin and I slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and inserted my hand to feel the warm thing hidden behind the cloth.

Shit! I'm losing it.

A moan escaped from my mouth as his hand finally reached its destination, carefully unhooking my undergarments. His other hand slides around my waist and pulls me close to his addictive-scented body.

Our breaths mingled and I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the fast and rapid beating of his heart against my chest.

I pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. But he held my head and pulled me into a fiery and passionate kiss again. My hands automatically work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along with his perfect physique. My heart has never beaten this fast in my entire existence.

His hands venture over my curved body, exploring. A sign of contentment escapes my lips when his scorching mouth travels down to my bare neck. I shut my eyes as he started to suck my two mountains.

The pleasure he's giving me makes me go crazy. I've never felt this way before.

I opened my Argentine eyes and found ocean-blue eyes staring lustfully at mine like he was a lion and I was his prey. The intensity between us was igniting and I was feeling more hot every time he stroked his fingers at the lace of my underwear.

And on this night, he claimed my soul.

***

I had a terrible headache when I woke up and felt sore all over my body. With a groan, I open my eyes only to find a man dozing next to me.

Then, everything returned to the events of last night.

Shit!!

Grasping my hair, reprimanding myself for the choice I made last night. I regretted drinking too much. I regret coming here. I regretted it last night.

Why would he, of all people, be him?

Even though I have trouble standing, I force myself and put on my clothing quietly in an effort not to wake him up.

I just lost my virginity to the most powerful man who controls the entire corporate world. Most importantly, to a scumbag Casanova.