Owned by the billionaire

　　STUPID GAME OF DESTINY　　TIARA　　“Out of the way!” I yelled frantically at the man who was heading in my direction since I knew I wouldn’t be able to dodge him in time.　　I missed my opportunity to break when I finally saw him. Instead, my bike went into an unavoidable swing and I could hardly keep it under control. I didn’t manage it . As I got closer, I realized I was going to hit him.?　　To my great astonishment, the bastard suddenly noticed me and backed away. Enough for me to lose my balance and smack him in the arm with the handlebars. The fall I took had my thoughts and my insides all mixed up. “Watch where you’re going, you moron”! I snapped at him and was quite justified in my rage. I became even angrier when I noticed he was silent.　　“God, my canvas!”　　My best paintings got scattered and covered in the asshole’s coffee as they lay on the sidewalk. I could only watch them helplessly.　　I struggled to get to my feet and lifted the paintings while my eyes were on the verge o

　VINCENT　　“This is Vincent Baker. Put me through to Ryan,” I ordered to the female voice on the other side of the line.?　　My mind wandered to the bike-riding girl from this morning as I awaited Ryan’s response. Her presence drew me in and piqued my curiosity at the same time.　　I took a chance and got her paintings, though. They were here under my eyes. As a reminder of her clumsiness. I found myself grinning slightly in the corner of my mouth.?　　“Vince, my man! What the hell are you doing these days?” Ryan greeted me, sensing his mocking smile on his face. “Forgot about me and the foundation?”?　　“Cut the crap! We need to talk. I did it!” I told him shortly and then hung up the phone. He would not resist and would come here. This business was profitable for him, too.?　　I knew Steven Glare from my teenage years and I knew what a loser he always was. My father was always pleading with him and watching everything he did. The bastard refused to give him the money, despite his dire nee

MY FIRST MOVETIARAI left the apartment without even looking back or saying goodbye to my father. He was the one who destroyed my mother’s life, but I won’t let him destroy mine. I wasn’t my mother.?My target was obvious. Vincent Baker’s lair. And if he thought he could buy someone as an object, he had another thing coming.?Business Forum Empire, perhaps the most imposing building in the center of London. It looked like a mausoleum on the outside, so it surprised me when I entered the reception and everything looked so modern and fresh.Still, I admired the beautiful columns and stylish design of the hall. But it infuriated me to think that someone had been paid to do everything to please this mogul.?Everything here was at an absolute superlative, but I decided then and there that Vincent Baker was an idiot. I knew that before I got here, but now it’s just been confirmed.?I was right in front of the reception desk, watching every move of the secretary behind the counter. The pris

　　IN THE LION'S DENTIARAIf there was ever a time to get freaking out of my mind, then this was definitely it.I didn’t even feel it when my mouth literally dropped open and my hand simply clutched on to the contract I had already taken out of my purse. I would not give him the chance. Suddenly, I threw the piece of paper that seemed so useless in his face.“So, this is it, huh? A deprivation of liberty contract? Of slavery?” I burst out in a gasp.“If you want to call it that, then I have nothing against it. So be it!”?I was already shooting flames out of my nostrils like an angry dragon. I almost wanted to laugh at the comparison, but I kept my posture.?There was that faint smile curling his face again as he turned away, resting one arm on the back of the chair overly intimately, and bent his head again. I literally wanted to strangle him. “But actually, it is a contract marriage, love. I thought your father told you about it.”?As soon as he said that, he circled the desk again

　GOD HELP ME!TIARAHe didn't, however, stop there. Not by a long shot. He wanted to keep torturing people. To be really honest, I also wanted it to happen.He bent his wrist, pressed his palm on my tummy, and then moved his hand past the lace of my panties and beneath the waistline of my jeans. The feeling was crazy.?I strained against his hand while my head was drooping. He gently parted my swollen pussy and ran his fingers along the edge of my entrance, but he avoided touching my bloated clit, which was where I most wanted him.I tried to bring him closer to me by catching his hand between my thighs out of pure desire. But at the last second, he backed off and drew closer to my ear, whispering.“Beg me to take you,” he whispered. My limbs reverberated with the roughness of his voice. “Beg me to fuck you while you’re bent over the desk”?Since my mind was no longer connected to my brain, I responded before I could even think about them.“Yes…”My voice was raspy. I didn’t expect it