Page 5 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER THREE

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Siri

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"Same Love" blasts us from his phone, and Aurei stiffens under me.

It's Ann. I pick my head up to look at him, and he winks. "Time to go."

Pushing off him, I stand up then reach out. He takes my hand, and I lean back, tugging, pulling him up. "Does she know I'm coming?"

"No. I'm looking forward to the look on her face."

His phone rings again, and he smirks. "She'll keep calling till she knows I'm on my way." He answers it and points to the bathroom. I nod and go in. Before I push the door closed, I listen to him talking to her.

"I'm running a little behind. I'll be there in an hour. Ok. Yeah. No. Chill, would ya? He's not going anywhere. Hey, I'm bringing you a surprise. I'm not telling. It's a surprise!"

When I come out, he hands me his phone and goes in but doesn't close the door, so I lean on the door frame and watch him pick up his toothbrush. "What's happening at the farm that we need boots?"

He squeezes toothpaste on it and runs it under the water. "Ann has a new horse, and I told her I would ride with her." He starts to brush when his phone goes off again.

I laugh. "She's persistent!"

He nods towards it and spits. "Text her, driving." Then he leans his head under the running water and sucks in a mouthful.

"Just one word?"

He nods as he swishes, then spits. I type as he stands and takes a towel, then wipes his mouth and winks. "Yep. Any more, and she'll know it wasn't from me."

I hold it out for him, and he drops it in his shirt pocket. "Let's go."

As we step into the hall, he holds his hand out for mine, then binds our fingers together. When we enter the elevator and the doors close, we look at each other and grin. He starts to pull me into his arms, but I push him back and tell him, "My turn."

He backs up against the wall, spreads his legs, and slides down, so his face is even with mine, then he reaches for me, and I step in.

Leaning against his groin, I tilt my face, eager for his lips.

At first, he lets me kiss him, but then he hugs my shoulder and "dips" me.

Cradling me, he gently sucks my tongue and slips his hand inside my bra.

He cups my tit and pinches my nipple. My fingers flex on his shoulder like a kitten.

When the elevator reaches the lobby, it dings our arrival, and the floor bounces to a cushioned stop.

When I withdraw my tongue, Aurei slowly inserts his, then pulls it out just as slow still fondling my breast, completely unaware we have arrived.

I push against his shoulder and try to lift my head as the doors slide open.

He holds me firmly in place, and I hear the doors start to close again, then we hear embarrassed coughing.

We both freeze and stare into each other's eyes.

His crinkle as his tongue withdraws and his hand slides out.

He gently sets me on my feet. I keep my back to the door and look down to see a flash of nipple propped up on the cup of my bra.

I look back into his laughing eyes as he waits for me to adjust my tit before he pushes off the wall and stands.

I grab his hand, turn to lead him out, and come face to face with three gawking teenagers. Young lust fills their eyes.

When we walk by, Aurei casually says, "Good morning, boys."

As the elevators door shut, we hear them say at the same time. "Damn! Fuck! "

He holds the door open for me, and I'm surprised to see his cooler is where he left it. He leans down and picks it up, and I tell him,"My faith in humanity is restored."

He laughs. "Don't give too much credit. It was empty."

Giggling with that truth, I swing our hands as I skip in my boots to the truck. He drops it in the back, then opens the door for me, and I climb up.

When we are heading down the drive, I ask. "Where is the farm?"

"Close to the Florida line." He stops at the bottom of the intersection and looks around me to check the traffic.

"No, one's coming," I tell him, checking too, but once it's past us, he doesn't ease out. When I look at him, he has an eyebrow cocked, and I know I did something that wasn't right, but not sure what it was.

He states, "Either I look, or you look, but not both. If you want to officially be my co-pilot, then you look. But it's a full time position, not part time. You're responsible every time."

I nod at this negotiation of a minuscule point. "Okay."

"Your answer will be clear right, or not clear. No. One's coming isn't allowed. It can be misconstrued as no one's coming."

My mouth falls open. I never would have given that any thought. None. That's fucking concise communication right there, and I admire his pilot training. I turn to do my co-pilot duties correctly and tell him, "Clear right."

As he eases onto the street, he says, "Lose the hat. I like your hair down."

"Bossy, aren't you?" I giggle as I do it.

"Not Bossy. Strai…"

"Straight line. Not curved. Got it!" I fluff it out for him.

"It's a beautiful mane!"

"Thanks."

We head in the opposite direction from last night, and when we have been on the road a few minutes, he says. "Tell me how you came to Vegas and how you became Surreal."

"When I graduated from FSU, Piper, my roomie from London, and I flew to Vegas to blow off steam.

We ended up staying the summer. We had a blast!

We found a cheap but clean place to live, got jobs at Coyote Ugly, and made enough money to play.

But when Labor Day rolled around, she had a job waiting for her at home, and she left.

I wasn't ready to return. The day Piper left, I waited on Bart's table.

He's the owner of Been Jammin'. He invited me to his club that night, and I went.

I had a blast. That's the first time I met Cat and Brutus. "

"Brutus sounds like a bodyguard."

"Yes, he is. A big ole, sweet, badass."

"When I found your gun last night, I hoped he wasn't an old flame I was going to have to take care of."

I laugh. "No worries there. There hasn't been anyone."

He grins at me. "I like knowing that a lot."

I grin back and continue. "At the height of the night, it must have been around three, Beyoncé's 'Dance For You' started to play.

By this time, I had had more than a few drinks and was feeling bulletproof.

I couldn't help myself. The dancer in me came out.

I became Beyoncé on that bar stool and the dance floor.

By the end of the song, the rumor had spread like wildfire throughout the club that Beyoncé was there.

It was crazy wild! Everyone thought I was Beyoncé.

We tried to 'sneak out' the back. Ha! It was so easy to fool everyone, even the paparazzi.

People see what they want to see, and they believe what they want to believe.

That night, in the back of that limousine riding around Vegas, both Seary and Surreal were born.

I knew I didn't want to do the extracurricular side of the exotic entertainment business, so I stipulated that my job was to dance.

" I laugh. "Bart was pretty shocked when I told him that I have one rule I live by. "

"Just one?" Aurei laughs with me.

"One's enough if it's the right one." I wink at him. "Rule #1, no touching."

He laughs out loud. "That's one hell of a rule for a Vegas girl. I can imagine his shock."

"He thought I wasn't serious, just scared, but I explained to him it was a hard rule.

Non-negotiable and that any exotic entertainment I provided would be through suggestive dance, and I reserved the right to decide if I performed nude too.

" I stare out the window. "I can't imagine now not dancing.

Bart told me, 'Fame is addicting.' And it is.

Anyway, he is my agent. Cat is my manager and my best friend.

I moved into a condo below her and live the high life.

They trained me on the stripper pole and to do lap dances, but that's all.

Seary works exclusively for him, modeling his promotions and events, but my main job and moneymaker is dancing as Surreal. "

"Who are the celebrities you dance?"

"I've done Beyoncé, of course, Madonna, Rihanna, Katy, Christina, Britney, J.

Lo, even Miley. If the video is hot and popular, I learn it and perform it.

It is an easy deception because videos have costumes.

I don a wig, and we have great make-up artists.

We do either a flash mob-style performance where we are all in the crowd when we start, or we do a full stage production.

It's always late in the evening, so everyone is stoned, high, or drunk.

It only works because the celebrities bought into the idea.

They'll stop by, do a quick appearance, and boom.

We are the talk of the town again. Since I've been gone, Miley has made an appearance, and Taylor Swift has agreed to do it too.

Anyway, we never advertise the performances.

It is always a hit or miss for the customers, which keeps them coming back.

It's a win-win for everyone. We pay the real stars a hefty royalty fee, and Bart pays me a hefty performance fee. " I look at him.

"I'm sorry now I didn't hang out to see if the J-Lo show was you or her. What do you do to reveal the performer? "

I laugh. "I come out in my Black & Blue Baby and do a killer performance on the pole. When you see it, you never forget it, and you want to see it again."

"Why?" He smiles and cuts his eyes at me.

"Because I do a spectacular diving drop that makes the crowd gasp, and then an arching stretch that pushes my tits out the open heart, which always gets a standing ovation."

"Fuck! I'm really sorry now I missed it. I love your tits."

I laugh. "We branded the Blue Heart logo as Surreal's, and we sell Blue Heart merchandise throughout Vegas. That's the long story that goes with my little blue heart."

"I'll be damned. I would never have guessed that. That's fucking brilliant business, right there."