THE BILLIONAIRE’S SMASH BODY

CHAPTER ONE: I'll HAVE HIM 

Heaven on Earth—the most exclusive club in the entire country. A haven of seduction and Lust where men and women—especially men—came to lose themselves in passion.

“Welcome to Heaven on Earth,” a lady purred, her straight brown hair cascaded over a tight  dress that could barely contained her large bossom. As she poured drinks, a group of men gawked her shamelessly—except one.

Donald Ervin.

 Thirty-three, filthy rich, dangerously attractive. A man with an aura so strong it pulled people in with such a great force. Piercing blue eyes,  smooth jawline. An air of control that made everyone around him submit without question.

But tonight, his eyes weren’t on the ladies, who were looking extra good today.

His gaze was fixed intently on one of the strippers—A man.

Tattooed on his left breast was a dragon. His black pants clung to him as he moved with seductively on the pole. The way he smiled, the way he moved,  everything about him made Donald yearn to have him.

“Mr. Ervin!”

Mrs. V, the club owner, walked toward him in red platforms. Her red hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her dress clung to her hourglass figure.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you,” she smiled. "I wasn't expecting you tonight tho."

“You look ravishing, as always,” Donald said, rising briefly to kiss her hand. “Red suits you. I assume your husband’s been feeding you well.”

Mrs. V blushed. “He’s away on a business trip, so I’ve been looking after the club around the clock.” She took a seat next to him on the couch.

The drinks arrived. They clinked glasses.

“I see your eyes are… occupied tonight,” she teased, trying to follow his gaze. "You like what you see?"

“Off course." He took a sip from his glass. The wine was nice. He'd ask for the name before he left the club.

 "They are,” Donald replied, voice low, eyes still on the man.

She smirked. “Liz’s quite the seductress. Skilled in every way, she's beautifully end—”

“I’m not talking about Liz,” he cut her off. “I’m talking about him.” He pointed towards the man in black pants. “The one entertaining those ladies.”

Mrs. V turned and blinked. “Nathan?” She blinked repeatedly. "Maybe I have it all wrong." 

Donald’s gaze was still glued to the dancer. “Is that his name?” 

"Nathan." He muttered. It was a nice name.

“Yes, but I didn’t realize you were…” She caught herself, when she noticed the change in his mood. “I mean, you usually request the ladies.”

Donald raised a brow, slightly irritated by her words. “And?”

“Nothing,” she laughed nervously, taking a sip from her glass. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Is there a rule that says I can’t want a man?” he asked flatly. "Or is a federal crime?"

“Of course not! We’re all-inclusive here. I’m a proud ally.” She threw a mock salute, laughing awkwardly. 

“How much for him?” Donald asked, eyes never leaving Nathan. “Triple of what I pay for the girls."

Mrs. V’s smile widened at the mention of money. “They set their own rules and prices. I can’t override that. But I’ll ask.”

She called over a girl nearby. “Sapphire, go get Nathan.”

The girl hurried off, whispered something in his ear while pointing in their direction, and she had him in her company when she returned.

Donald repeated the name under his breath. “Nathan. He looked much more handsome up close."

Nathan approached minutes later, shirtless, his body glistening with sweat and confidence.

 But the moment his eyes met Donald’s, his expression turned cold. He immediately knew why he had been called. His face was scrunched up in pure disgust.

“Your performance was eye-catching tonight,” Mrs. V said, her tone sugary. “One of our very special guests”—her hand rested Donald’s lap, trying to give a clue to Nathan—“would like your company in the VIP room.”

“I’ll pass,” Nathan said bluntly. "Can I go now?" He glared at Donald who was smiling.

Mrs. V blinked. “Nathan, he's one of our VVIP—”

“I made it clear when I signed the contract." He cut her off rudely. "I only do women.” His tone was calm but laced with disdain. “Not men.”

Mrs. V hesitated, then nodded stiffly. “Of course. You’re free to go.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Nathan slightly bowed his head and walked away, returning to the stage where the women eagerly pulled him in.

Donald’s gaze followed him. “Hard to catch,” he muttered with a small smirk. "I like him."

Mrs. V tried to smooth over the awkward moment. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Ervin. It’s policy, and I can't breach it."

Donald didn't say anything which made her paranoid. He was one of her biggest customers, she couldn't lose him.

"We can’t force anyone—”

“To do what they don’t want. I get it,” he said. "Nobody likes that in business."

“As a courtesy, I can offer you two of our best girls—no charge. You can take them home tonight.” She said, pointing at two ladies who were ogling at him.

Donald’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “I’m not interested in consolation prizes.” He reached for his glass.

Mrs. V raised a brow. “Then what are you interested in?”

Donald leaned back in his chair, glass in hand, eyes never moving from the dancer.

“I’m a man who always gets what he wants.”

He took a sip. “And I want him.”

"Nathan is a tough one." She pointed out. "How do you intend to do that?"

"Don't worry about that." His lips curled up in a mischievous grin.