Page 13 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

He closes the shower door, and I go back into the bedroom. His bed looks so inviting. I set the plate down on the nightstand, and I flop my satisfied, pounded body, spread eagle on his comforter. It's so soft. I close my eyes and listen to the water running and his humming.

I feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.

I smile as I drift right off to sleep.

A hero rides into my view from the fog. He sits naked bareback.

Proud.

I reach out and touch the horse.

It's beautiful. White. Pure white. A Lipizzaner Stallion!

Awe! Gorgeous!

The hero sits the horse like Napoleon Bonaparte, commanding, confident, but he is masked like the Lone Ranger.

I walk toward him slowly, like Lady Godiva with only my hair covering my nakedness.

He slides off the white stallion. His naked body is powerful, strong.

I pause in front of him, waiting….

He looks down at me.

The love in his eyes makes my knees weak.

I start to fall.

He catches me, scooping me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest. I hear his heart beating.

My heartbeat matches his. I feel so safe in his arms. "Are you going to save me?"

"Yes."

I smile. "Are you Napoleon?"

"No."

"Are you the Lone Ranger?"

"No."

I reach up and remove the mask. "Ah, it's you. You are my hero."

"Yes, I am."

"Will you save me?"

He holds me tenderly.

I smell his intoxicating scent and kiss his chest.

He strokes my hair. "I got ya. Everything will be all right."

I turn my head to see his face and smile. "I believe you."

His jaw is strong. I reach up and trace it with the tip of my finger. "Aurelius."

I wake to the feeling of an overfull bladder. When I open my eyes, the room is dark. The sun has set. I can hear Aurei breathing deep and even. It's a beautiful, peaceful sound. He rolls over, laying his arm across me.

It's so comfortable here. I hate to move, but I have to go tinkle.

I pick his arm up and slide out from under it.

I'll let him sleep while I take my shower.

I sit up and climb over him gently, so I don't wake him.

Going into his bathroom, I close the door quietly, trying not to let it click, then reach out and find a towel on the rack.

I stuff it under the door, so the light and sound are muffled.

When I turn the light on, I discover I'm in my bathroom.

He must have carried me down here. Well, this is perfect.

I strip, then step into the shower and turn on the water.

The warmth feels so good. It washes away the cobwebs and the fatigue.

I put my head under and let it run. When I blow the water out of my mouth, I smile.

Aurei does this too. "Halo" starts to play in my mind, and I sing softly, humming as I go in and out of the water, washing my hair and my body quickly.

When I'm finished, Aurei opens the door.

"Here, Beautiful Thang, you forgot your towel." He holds the end out to me, and I pat my face dry. When I look at him, I feel bad. He's ready to go, but damn, he looks divine. He is wearing a soft Columbia pale aqua shirt cut for his athletic build with a pair of faded overly distressed jeans.

I tell him with a grimace. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."

He smiles and opens the towel, inviting me to step in. "We've been working hard. I fell asleep too."

I step out, and he wraps me up in it like a papoose, then lifts me like a sack onto his shoulder. My head hangs down over his back, with my feet dangling in front. I giggle. "Is this some sort of trickery?"

"Yes, of the best kind." He sits me down on my bed and goes into my closet.

"Let's see what you have in here to wear.

" I take the towel off, wrap my hair in it, and sit on the bed where he put me.

He starts to go through my clothes. He looks over his shoulder at me.

"Siri put the towel back on. Otherwise, we aren't going to make it tonight.

I'm going to get undressed and fuck your brains out until we are both zombies. "

I giggle. "Wow! I had no idea that's really how you make zombies."

He chuckles and turns to my wardrobe. I wrap myself in the towel. "Ok, but not because I don't want to be a zombie, but because I really want to meet your friends."

He laughs as he tosses me a black leather halter with pinstripes. "I like you in black leather, and this reminds me of your dress last night."

I laugh to myself at his choice. "This has matching pants," I tell him.

The halter is cut exactly like my dress last night with a choke collar, no sleeves, and a small heart opening at my chest, which is highly suggestive but not as revealing.

The outfit was designed for me by the same man who created my Black & Blue Baby.

It is the pantsuit I wear when Surreal has a promotional event to attend.

"It's innocent enough, and I'll be reminded all night of my heart." He gives me a wicked grin.

"Whatever you say," I smirk as I turn around to put it on.

Hooking the bottom of the halter top, I bend over to let my tits fill the unique push-up bodice, then lift the collar to snap.

The matching pants land on the bed next to me, and I can't help myself.

I giggle again. He doesn't know that the pinstripes are an iridescent material specially designed to reflect low lighting and black lights.

I will stand out like a beacon on the dance floor.

"Oh, no, you don't. No trickery! You are wearing a bra! Hang on."

"But Aurei."

"No buts! You're wearing a bra." He turns to pick one.

I walk up behind him, run my arms around his waist and kiss him between his shoulder blades. "This halter has built-in pads. No nipples will show. See?" When he turns around, I unhook the collar letting the top fall off my tits.

"That's trickery of the torturous kind."

I cup them and lift them so he can see the unique design. "See? Built-in bra."

He puts his hands over mine and runs his thumbs over the nipples. "I can't resist them."

"Oh no, you don't," I say as I back away. "We are going tonight. Tomorrow we can be zombies."

He laughs. "I like the way you think."

"Now go on, so I can get dressed without being groped."

He laughs as he swats my ass going by. "I might like spanking that ass."

"Humph!" I say as I step into the pants.

He looks back at me as he goes out, stops, and takes a step back in. "Do you ever wear panties?"

"Panties? What are those?"

"Never mind." He calls from the kitchen. "Do you mind if I have another beer?"

"No sir, help yourself."

"Do you want one too?"

"No thanks," I yell, smirking to myself. You are a Bad Thang! The pants are low-rise cut, and they finish less than 1/2 inch over 'his' heart. My entire tight, flat, super toned torso is exposed.

Not innocent at all! I giggle quietly. He'll make me change if he sees, so I pull out a black blazer. And now for the finishing touch. I reach for my Christian Louboutin Biancas and slip them on.

Back to the bathroom, I go. Looking at my reflection, I tell myself.

You look fly, Sista! Now, what to do with this hair?

Blessed with hair that has natural curl and crazy natural body, it will do whatever I ask.

The platinum streaks weigh it down enough, so it will be semi-straight but super full when it dries.

I slap a little conditioner in it, scrunch it, and it is good to go.

Picking up my blue mascara, I push my pants off and apply it.

I fan it with my hand to dry while I decide on makeup.

I just can't bring myself to paint my face without being on stage and performing, so I add only white glitter powder in a thin line above and below my eyes lids like eyeliner, then heavy black mascara.

In the club's dark, the glitter will reflect the low light, and in the black lights, they will be highlighted.

A dancer's secret. Slipping into the jacket and buttoning the single button, I come out in under 15 minutes.

I load my pockets with cash, my license, and a credit card.

* * *

Aurei

* * *

Standing on the balcony finishing my beer, thinking about the flowers and envelope inside her apartment, and remembering what she said she did last night, I shake my head.

My heart is changing everything! The thought of having to watch her strip in front of an auditorium full of men is going to be more of a challenge than I realized.

She bumps my ass with her hip, shocking me. "Are you ready? That was fast."

"I'm always ready, Aurei. Haven't you figured that out yet?" She slides her fingers between mine and tugs to go back inside, saying, "Come on, let's go. I want to meet your friends."

When we cross the threshold, I tell her. "Hang on. There's something you need to see." I flip the light switch to illuminate the room. Four rose bouquets are sitting under the stripper pole, and taped to it is an envelope with 'For Seary' written on it.

"Oh my gosh! I completely forgot." She confesses.

I walk over to the stripper pole and pull the envelope off. Handing it to her, she opens it and fans five checks.

"Ha! They must have called Cat." She explains as she shows me. "I have a side business called Fucking Fantasies, and I charge $5,000 per. There was nine last night."

I smirk and then smile to hide my feelings. "I should have invested."

"What?"

"That's why I went to Been Jammin', to begin with. My business partner and I were offered an opportunity to invest in your Fucking Fantasies, so I checked you out."

"Oh!" She says, surprised, giving me a sweet smile and then pushing her fingers through my hair. The feeling is incredibly relaxing. She coos, "You should have invested. I'm a money magnet."

"You're magnetic for sure." I lean over for a peck, realizing she sensed how I felt. That's why she ran her fingers through my hair and cooed to me. She's such an interesting find. So sensitive and sweet.