Semua Bab My Billionaire Punk Rock Lovers: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“I would do him,” Shadow decided.They both watched the black-haired PI drinking his coffee at a table on the other side of the room.The PI was hot, Vixen agreed as she stirred her ice coffee with a spoon.Whilst not as big physically as Shadow, who could have easily played football like his former-pro father but preferred the drums, and who often had to duck his head in doorways, the PI was still a large man, around six-foot, built lean, though his shoulders filled the leather jacket nicely, and she would bet he had nice arms – a man did not get that V shape without working out.He had a fine arse on him too, displayed nicely by his habitual jeans, as both she and Shadow had reason to observe in tailing the man around over the last couple of weeks.Ten am, Fridays, coffee, black, and half an hour on his laptop in the café, same table if he could get it, facing out towards the windows. Between ten fifteen and ten twenty, depending on whether she was behind, his mother would walk by.

Raven regarded the office building from the bus stop across the road. Night had set in, and the streets were busy in the pleasant weather. Friday night, ten pm, everyone had finished dinner and were out for a night of drinking and dancing in their sexiest best wear. Except him, he thought ruefully. And, presumably, Vixen.The foyer of the building was lit, the sort of after-hours lighting designed to discourage vandalism or break ins, but the rest of the building was dark. Not a single light on. No late-night workers, no night shifts, no dedicated, trying to earn a promotion, die-hard showing their determination at their work desk after everyone else went home. No sign of espionage.There was a steady stream of cars into the underground carpark, however, and every now and again, people would approach the side door tucked into the pedestrian-only alley between skyscrapers. Usually in one, or twos, they rang a bell, and there was a pause, before the door was opened to admit them.Raven

“There are a hundred things I could do,” Raven said as he turned the car’s ignition. “To attract attention as I drive. Hazard lights, erratic driving, breaking suddenly… A police car pulls by, and suddenly you and Shadow back there are under arrest for kidnapping me.”“Yeah,” she grinned. “But you are not going to do that, are you, Raven?”No, he agreed ruefully, he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to see what she would do next. He wanted her to do him again.“Where are we going?” He asked.“Your place,” she grinned at him.“Alright,” he had a moment where he found himself regretting not making the bed that morning. He was being kidnapped, he reminded himself, not bringing a date back to his place for a bit of a tumble. But, man, he hoped there was a tumble involved. “Is this another audition?”Shadow chuckled.Vixen licked her lips and smirked, reaching over into his lap, her nails rasping the knap of his jeans as she stroked up the inside of his thigh. “Someone is hopeful.”“F-k,”

Her favourite part about reading to Gregory, was how contrasted the content of the ebooks were to the surroundings in which they were read. The ceilings throughout the house were high and coffered in many of the rooms, and the windows generously proportioned deeply set and dressed in draping fabrics over sheer. The rugs laid over the hardwood floor were all rich in colour and luxurious in texture. Gregory leaned towards dark wood in his décor style, and she knew little about wood (of that type), but she imagined that no expense had been spared. All the furniture had that detailing that spoke of money spent, from the curve of the legs to the ornate carving on the back rests. Vintage expensive, she thought. She knew enough to recognise the floral pattern on the tea set that she served Gregory’s tea from and knew that the setting probably cost more than she had earned in a year prior to meeting him and was detailed in real gold. Gregory lay back on the cushions of his bed. He was t

Raven turned and strode quickly to catch up. There was no drag on the leash, Shadow kept pace with him easily. Vixen did not glance behind, pausing by the heavy-set bouncers to pay the cover-charge. The bouncers opened the door for her, and Raven felt the heat and pulse of the main chamber wash over him. There was a scent to the space, he thought, that he might not have realised the first time. It smelt like sex, hormones and come. The scent made his pulse pick up, and the leather of his g string to feel confining. Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.