All Chapters of Masked For The Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Elowen POV.The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't.My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight.Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.The bass from the main floor vibrated through the walls as I waited, counting my heartbeats. One client. Three songs. Maybe four hundred dollars if he was generous, another small dent in a mountain of debt so massive I'd need a thousand nights like this to even see the top.Fifteen million dollars didn’t care about dignity.The door opened. My practiced smile was already in place, sultry and inviting, as I looked up, my heart just stopped.Nicholas Bodeen stood in the d

Nick POV.Friday night couldn't come fast enough.I'd had the week from hell at Aurelian Group. Two acquisitions fell through because the targets got cold feet, then the board meeting on Tuesday lasted six hours and accomplished nothing. Jack spent most of Wednesday reminding me I needed to relax before I gave myself aàq heart attack. "You're thirty years old, not sixty," he'd said, leaning against my office door. "Go do something that doesn't involve spreadsheets."So here I was back at Nocturne. I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds."Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?""Yes.""Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you."I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but

Elowen POV.Friday night came too fast and not fast enough.I'd spent the week dodging calls from Cornerstone Financial Services. The payment was three days overdue now. Three days of voicemails that went from professional reminders to thinly veiled threats. "Ms. Roberts, your account will be transferred to collections if we don't receive payment by end of business today."End of business had come and gone, twice.I stood in the dressing room at Nocturne, staring at my reflection. Red hair loose, black lace barely covering anything, jeweled mask hiding the exhaustion in my eyes.Twenty-five thousand dollars.I needed fifteen thousand, four hundred dollars."Nyx?" One of the other dancers poked her head in. "Your regular is here. VIP Three."My stomach flipped. Nick.I took a breath and walked down the hallway on shaky legs.He was already in the room when I entered, standing by the window instead of sitting on the couch. His suit jacket was off, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up."Hi,"