The Billionaire Contract

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Sometimes the slightest thing changes the directions of your life, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment.I am a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis; I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things.I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way, we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.My question hereby begs, what value does a woman have? Now the first thought that does spring to mind is going back to that perky blonde. A woman’s value lies in the degrees of pleasure that she can render you speechless. But I have to move my focus to what I am trying to achieve, which is to hire the best Marketing Director that I can find. I need to ask that question, what value lies in a wo

It is with utmost frustration that I awake to an empty bed. There is not brunette and not even shocking enough a blonde. With what was the sad realization, I ended up returning home last night completely empty-handed.Now I was I can say that I was simply not in the mood, but that would be a simple lie, for I was beyond frustrated. One very cunning brunette set my body aflame, and once she left me cold, she doomed me for the rest of the night.So, just to even the score, I shall make a phone call today.Mekayla Winters is not going to play the player. I shall get my revenge, well should I say, my full intention is to leave her craving just as bad as she made me.And it is with this in mind that I skip all the novelties of my morning routine and find myself, even without my driver, into the office. As I take that elevator up to the top floor, the anticipation of the excitement lies deep within my skin. The last time I was so purposely on a mission to play

I look at Connor in disbelief, “Connor, somebody better be dead or fucking dying.” “Sorry, Xavien, but the meeting was about to start.” Only then do I realize that my hands are very firmly still knotted in Mekayla’s hair and my lips only but inches away from hers. So with utter frustration, I turn to her, I was so damn close, and now I am the one that is going to do the running. “Mekayla,” I watch as she raises that eyebrow but just the slightest of hint. “Mekayla, I am afraid that I need to go. Are you coming see me after the meeting?” “Well, that is just something you have to wait and see. Now go do whatever it is that Xavien Caruso does.” “Mekayla,” and as she cocks that little head, I can only but smile, but god, the inner chuckle is what scares the shit out of me the most. With a brief kiss on her soft cheek that sends more tingles down my spine than anywhere else that it should, I make my leave from the table. Not even be

I need to remind myself why I don’t get involved. I have been demanding more and more of Mekeyla’s time. I am loving the chase, but she has come to a point where she wants to stop playing. As things stand now, she has got all the control, and I need to take that control back. I do not do relationships. If you are lucky, you can find your way in my bedroom for only one night; there are no such things as fucking seconds. But right now, I am doing more often, and need I now say I have kissed her more than once. This is starting to make me not feel comfortable. But, she has called it, and now I am not going to back down. “Ms. Winters, meet me in my office in an hour.” “Mr. Caruso, I am not falling for that one so easy.” I cannot help but chuckle at her as I make my way towards the door, “I promise you this one is purely business, well, unless…” She immediately stops me before I can even think of finishing my sentence, “Ther

...Xavien POV...It is early morning, I can see the sun starting to creep up to the horizon, it is time to get this day off to a start.I slide all six foot two from underneath the covers and make my way to the shower. There used to be a time that I was not a morning person, but now you cannot get me out of bed early enough.As I slip out of my black underwear, I can feel there is a chill in the air. I quickly step into the shower and let the warmth consume me and wake every inch of my cold body. I watch as droplets from the shower head spray over my strong shoulders, it glistens off my arms and trickles down my chest. I watch as it travels down over my rippled abs and feel it tickle down my legs. I close my eyes and let it run over my face.After a few minutes, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. I head out the bathroom and make my way to the kitchen.I do this every morning without fail. I pop on the kettle while I make my way outside to go collect