Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE’S SMASH BODY: Bab 1 - Bab 6

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.

BEAUTIFUL COINCIDENCE"Nathan." Eloise heaved a sigh of relief when she saw him. She'd been worried sick, he didn't come home last night."Excuse me." He shoved her aside, and entered the house. He was sweaty as tho he had ran fifty miles.Eloise stared at him in confusion, as he made his way into his room, slamming the door hard that she feared it'll fly off it's hinges.He peeled off his clothes which reeked of sweat, alcohol, and something he never wanted to admit—Donald.The name made his stomach churn. He tossed his clothes in a sodden pile, and stepped into the bathroom. His bare feet slapped against the tiles as he turned the knob, steam engulfing instantly. He didn’t wait for the water to cool out—he wanted it hot.He stepped in, letting the punishing stream burn his skin. He welcomed it, he wanted to wash off Donald's fingerprints which were all over his body.He dug his nails into his skin as the water splashed over him, scrubbing hard at his chest like it would erase the me

THE MASKThere was a knock on the door. Donald, toweling dry his wet hair, walked over and opened it. It was Nathan.“Come in,” he said casually, walking away.Nathan stepped inside and closed the door behind him.Donald stood before his mirror, wiping his wet body down with the towel. Nathan, meanwhile, couldn't help but steal a look at him.He had a body made to perfection, and the tattoo that ran across his back only added to his appeal.What are you doing? Nathan scolded himself. He was admiring Donald. How stupid of him.“You sent for me,” he said, trying to stay composed.“Yes.” Donald flashed him that usual mischievous grin—the one that always made Nathan uneasy and irritated. He was up to something, as usual.“I need your help,” Donald said as he slid open the doors to his walk-in closet. “I have an event to attend, and I’m indecisive about what to wear.”“Being your personal stylist isn’t part of my job,” Nathan pointed out. “I pay you,” Donald replied flatly, laying three w