All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Desire: Owned By Him : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sin city was just as the name implied. An onomatopoeia of its truth. The most popular strip club in Manhattan. The room was dark with the neon glow of colored nights, red on the strip pool showcasing silhouettes of naked women. Zara had arrived for her night shift as bar girl. She was olive-skinned, tall with brown eyes that pierced in its gazes.“Here comes the queen” her boss teased. She was fat and looked worldly. “I’m sorry ma’am, had a little crisis”.“Bitch you shut the fuck up”. “Ma’am”She cut in again. “I said you need to be ready to shut the fuck up”.“What time is it?” she asked Zara glanced at her phone. “It’s past 8”. “What time you supposed to be here?”“Who you talking to Keisha?”. The top stripper who charged the highest price walked in and asked. Her name was Body, she was naked except for a thin strap thong suit. Her blue wig and outlandish lashes on her light skinned face. Her body overly curved with the obviousness of BBL surgery. “Yea, bitch. “This whore be

Nat descended from his Cadillac Escalade, draped in a black suit and sunglasses. He walked into the reception of the towering Wolfe group building. His secretary Margaret welcomed him “Morning Nat” she wore a blue suit, had a low-cut and big glasses with a scarf on her neck that made her look slightly like an air hostess. She was busty and wide hipped. Nat had tapped her once, twice in the coffee room but that was a long time ago. The memory dissolved into nothingness. She looked like Amber Rose. “Morning Paula” was his response“What’s my day like?” he asked. He began walking while she tried to catch up with his pace explaining his details for the day.“A meeting with the board at 10 and I scheduled 5 appointments to come after that”. “Cancel all my appointments” he said briskly. “Won’t be available for them today”“But Sir—“He cut in sharply. “You heard me”“Yes sir” she typed into her Ipad. “And for the board meeting get the shareholders ready. I’d be seeing them now”.The me

Isla was born in December 1995 in Northern Ireland. Tall and blond haired. Her father, Mr. Nightingale descended from Irish royalty. He owned a large estate and a ranch. Her mother, Pat was lowborn, from Edinburgh and fell in love with her dad, defying societal standards. The union produced only one daughter, Isla. They lived in a mansion in the countryside which overlooked the hills of Leitrim. Blue remembered hills. Isla remembered how the hills could be seen from afar spreading accross miles, and covered in Heather and Bracken as well as horses she rode in the rangeWhen her parents got divorced, they split ways and she relocated to America with her mother. “Isla, Isla” Zara screamed at the top of her voice. She was panicky. But Isla wouldn’t move. She just lay there like a dead animal. Her skin was pale. Her eyes shut. Her mouth in a small surprised ‘O’“What must have happened. Gosh! I need to call an ambulance” she muttered. Then Zara saw the pills, her pills in a white plastic

They met at a rooftop bar at the Hensley hotel at night, in the South side of the city. Zara looked renewed, a new life blooming through her, wearing a white dress that was cinched at her waist.Nat wore a tuxedo and hat. He got up and opened the chair for her to sit.“Thank you” she sat down, looking up flattered. “You look flawless my dear” he said in a deeply baritone voice.“And you don’t look bad”, she teased Nat smirked.“Whats up tho. I don’t need to ask how you’re feeling it’s all written in your face”“I couldn’t be happier. I always wanted to get out of that place. It was hell. I’m glad I'm finally free and I've never gone back, " she said self-assured.“No you won’t”, Nat re-echoed her vow. “So are you ordering” ? he asked“Yes. I’m famished”.She ordered salmon, eggs and crescents of fresh melon. Nat was amazed by her good taste. He ordered the same.“Are you gonna get a new job” ?“Yes. I still have hours at the mall which is barely enough money for my upkeep. I need t

Nat appeared at her door on a Saturday morning. He looked like the perfect young billionaire wearing a Tom Hilfiger T-shirt that hugged his arms, a baseball hat and a pair of aviators covering his eyes. He parked his Ferrari outside. A few boys in the neighborhood loitered by staring at the car and chattering as if it had erupted from a music video. He met Isla at the door.“Helllo!” he said.Isla was too stunned to speak. She knew who he was before he introduced himself, her mouth was slightly open.“I’m Nat! Is Zara at home ?” he asked She was still gazing at him. She felt something, her legs shook and her desire was strong. “Hi!” she said slowly. Her voice in suspended admiration. “She’s told me about you” “Really?” he said surprised “Yes. Come in!” he walked inside “She’s completing her runs at the end of the block. You just wait for her”. “He sat down and took in the room”“I’d be back,” she said.Isla climbed the staircase, her eyes never leaving his. He was truly the pict