Leo Lottery Novels & Stories

My name is Kyla Adams, and this is my story of how I met my boyfriend through a series of mini-dates that took place in the elevator on the way up to my office. The game was sort of a mix of already existing dating shows. Think "The Bachelor" mixed with "Love is Blind" mixed with speed dating. That's right- the game is called "eleDATE," and it isn't a reality show. It's my real experience that I documented immediately after every "date." Buckle in, and see if you can guess which "bachelor" stole my heart. ********** I stole a glance at the vibrant purple clock sitting on my desk. "4:00," it read.

Leo smirked as the bidding price started to go up. "5 million"

Leo? What was he doing here?

" Edwin said as he relaxed backward, spinning on his swivel seat. "You think you're wise, but I will show you just a snippet of what I can do to commoners like you, that overstep their boundaries." Leo threatened. He took his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, am I unto Dr. Rey Rollins?" He questioned. "Yes, who am I unto, please? Dr. Rey asked. "I'm Leo Damilola. The son of the sitting Mayor of Lagos State, Mayor Bello Damilola." He introduced.

I thought they were yet to arrive. I said a quick hello to them as a group not having the energy to greet them individually. "Is this her?" One of them asked with a wry smile. "Yes. The only daughter of Elvado Lopez." Leo's mother answered. "Hmm interesting." One of them said. "Leo sure has interesting taste." Another one with heavy makeup said, eyeing me. Yet another one of them with talon-like nails concurred, "Indeed. I did not expect such from him."

Leo’s hole, red and puffy from the fucking, was completely exposed. Elias went to the cabinet and returned with a new toy. It was a high-powered, wand-style vibrator, thick and black with a rounded head. He also carried a small bottle of silicone lube. “Leo,” Elias said, his voice cold and clear. “Our audience wants to see you come. They want to see you come again and again. You will not stop coming until I say so. Do you understand?” Leo’s eyes widened in fear and excitement. He tried to answer, but his mouth was full of Ash’s dick. He could only manage a muffled whimper.

In the car, Leo broke the silence. "Mummy, that man is really handsome and nice. And he’s rich, too. I think he should be our daddy. He owns the company, right?" Elara choked on her own saliva. She coughed, her face turning red from shock. "What man?" Lyra asked, looking curious. "Mummy’s boss," Leo responded flatly. Lyra nodded seriously. "I trust your judgment, Leo." She then looked at her mother. "Mummy, what do you think?"

"How was your Miami trip?" Leo licked his bottom lip. Truthfully, he was there for his football match. He was a twenty-three-year-old playboy, and the leader of the football team at their college, making him popular among the ladies with his impressive athletic body and devilishly handsome face. A leading rapper had invited him to an orgy two days ago, to celebrate his victory in the game the day after the match ended, and man, the experience was worth it. He had made quite the body count and did some nasty shit that would grant him a one-way ticket to hell.

He just chuckled; a fact that brought me even closer to Louis. "Oh, do you know Bruno Mars, John Mayer, and Beyonce? I produced several of their records, girl.” "Hmm, okay?” I said still not understanding before turning to Louis for answers. "I asked him for a favor, babe,” my husband explained excitedly. “But August said he needed to hear you live first.” “First for what?” I insisted, though I think I knew where he was headed with all of this. "Oh, to make you my next star, of course,” said the fake CeeLo. “I have heard your voice thanks to Louis, but I need to live it live to achieve that connection, do you understand?”