Page 16 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

As I exit the Gentleman's club area, I feel like I'm leaving the best thing that's happened to me in a long time behind, unresolved, and it's a haunting feeling.

Bianca's words about Seary and commitment weigh heavy on my mind, knowing in my heart she is right.

Seary got under my skin and pierced it. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to scratch that itch.

My balls and cock jerk confirming they want to lose themselves deep inside her.

Exiting Been Jammin's, I see Beverly sitting at a table alone in the fake patio area. No time like the present to seize on an opportunity to move forward. I walk over. She has an iPad and a drink. She looks up when I pull a chair out. "May I?"

"Certainly." She smiles. "Did you enjoy Seary's show?"

"I did. That's what I want to talk to you about."

She sits back in her chair. "May I get you a drink?"

"No. I'm good. Thank you."

"What can I do for you then?"

"I want to book a private meeting in a VIP room. Just me and this girl. One on one."

"Excellent." She sits back up.

"I'm counting on you to make my fantasy come true."

Laughing, she pulls her iPad to her. "I can help you with that."

"There will be a big bonus for you if you do."

"I like big bonuses. Who's the lucky girl?"

* * *

Siri

* * *

“Woo, y’all, we have a hyper crowd tonight.

” I tell James and the girls as I step into Beyoncé’s “Dance For You” costume.

He zips it up, then moves to snap the fishnet hose in the garter for me.

While Beatrice stuffs my hair into a skull cap and secures my Beyoncé wig, Tory applies the latex facial prosthetics then quickly paints my face to look like the diva.

When they step back, James verifies my transformation. Then he points to the concealed door that joins my dressing room and shoos everyone out.

Within minutes, the stage is set. The other dancers are in place, and he signals Cat. She opens the celebrity’s dressing room door and tells me, “Queen Bee, we are ready for you.”

I stand as Beyoncé and strut to the stage. Waiting for the curtain to rise and the music to start, I listen to the noise of the crowd. They are loud, which means they are happy, which makes me happy. I truly am living the dream.

When the people closest to the stage notice the curtain going up, a hush starts and spreads across the auditorium.

The sound of sirens in a raging thunderstorm silences the crowd completely.

Beyoncé’s heels click, and I sync my steps as I walk across the stage, slowly stripping off the raincoat.

Then I turn my back to the crowd, take my position between the couch and the coffee table props placed on the stage, and dance the video.

* * *

Hardcore

* * *

I pause for emphasis, making Beverly stop and focus on my choice. Remembering what Stacey said about Seary not doing extracurricular activities and wanting Beverly to know I'm serious, I wait until our eyes connect, then I deepen my voice and answer. "Seary."

She looks surprised and says impulsively. "She isn't available."

I smile with confidence. "You didn't check."

"I don't have to." She shakes her head. "I already know. She isn't available."

I look away, then look back, letting my eyes speak to my intentions. I am determined. No is not an option. "Ask whoever you need to ask, but ask. I intend to make this happen."

Her look is just as determined as mine, but her confidence is not on the same level. "I'll ask, but don't get your hopes up."

"Come on." I sound incredulous. "You make it sound like she doesn't do them. She's the star! We both know she will."

"I didn't say she doesn't do them. I said she was unavailable for a one-on-one session. She hasn't done them since her early days."

"Ask anyway and get back to me asap." I stand and push my chair back in, then turn and walk away.

Seary's body dances in my mind, and I realize gambling is out of the question. I couldn't focus even if I wanted to right now. I pass the Steakhouse, and the smell draws me in. I'm hungry and need to eat before I get on the highway.

The hostess asks. "How many?"

"One." Damn. That sounded lonely.

She sits me at a table in the back for two, facing a couple having a romantic dinner together.

I try not to watch them, but it's impossible.

With each romantic kiss they exchange or intimate laughter they share, I feel the loneliness of one.

While the waiter takes my order, the couple leaves.

Sitting there staring at nothing, my mind drifts back to Seary.

She is going to be a force to be reckoned with.

My Porterhouse steak is cooked to perfection, and I eat it all.

It sits heavy in my stomach, and with the flight, workout, two cums under my belt, not to mention the alcohol I consumed, I know I need to get home and get to bed.

After checking out, I walk through the casino.

Rebecca is enthralled in the people who are gambling with her and doesn't look up as I pass.

Once outside, I hand the valet my ticket.

While I'm waiting, I have a thought, and when he comes back with my corvette, I hold out a $20. "Where's the service entrance?"

He looks down at the tip and says. "I'm new. I don't know." He smiles, reaching for the tip.

I pull it back and add another $20 to it. "Which side of the building do the employees enter for work?"

He grins and says. "Northside."

"Very good. Thank you." I take my key and give him a tip.

"You're welcome. Thank you."

When I leave the parking lot, I hook a left and drive around to scope out the entrance on the north side of the club. It's the parking garage. Hmm. Without knowing what she drives, and if they have designated spots, that's a bust. No way will I be able to catch her going in or out. Too random.

I head out onto the highway and turn toward my house.

My thoughts swirl around Seary. Where is she from?

Where did she study dance? I thought I was immune to lust, but she busted that myth down and stomped on it.

Is Bianca right? Commitment? Wow, what a word choice.

Commitment. I guess my focus on her was completely committed.

I certainly wasn't aware of anyone else in the room.

Hmm. And I am definitely going to commit to fucking her.

I arrive still lost in my thoughts, park, then head upstairs to take a quick shower and wash off the cigarette smoke before bed.

Stripping, I toss my clothes in the dumbwaiter and push the button to send it to the laundry room.

My hard dick leads the way to the shower.

Turning the water on, I get in, hoping the cold water will shrink my cock and I can get in and out quickly.

I'm beat. Stepping directly under the waterfall, I gasp when the cold liquid hits my head, runs down my chest and between my legs.

Brrr! That's painful! Maybe I should have jumped in the swimming pool instead.

Shampooing the gel out of my hair, I start to shiver, then the warm water arrives.

I lean in and wash away the suds, being careful not to touch my cock.

The cold water worked, and it's deflated enough to manage.

When I step out, I grab a towel, dry off, then walk naked to the bed and collapse on it.

I'm asleep before I can crawl under the covers.

My eyes pop open. Johnny said. 'She said in the cutest southern accent.' She's a southern girl. I smile and fall back to sleep.

* * *

A sexy siren, wrapped in gold threads, sings and dances, calling to me.

I'm hypnotized and walk like a zombie to her. Taking the gold thread she offers me, I pull it hard, and she spins like a top. Her hair fans out, and the speed of her spinning creates a blurry image, showing off her voluptuous hourglass shape.

Big tits and ass, tiny waist, I moan.

The thread unwinds and falls silent on the ground.

I stand watching, waiting, hungry to see her gold-tipped tits as her spinning body begins to slow down. I feel desperate to bury my face and get lost in them.

Suddenly she stops and stands naked before me. Her tits rebounding and bouncing against each other.

I reach out to cup them.

She places the end of the gold thread in my hand, and my fingers wrap around it. She pulls it, wanting me to touch her.

I try to take a step, but something is blocking me. I look down.

The gold thread is wrapping itself around my legs and is turning into a heavy gold rope.

When I look back at the sexy siren, she has turned into a blonde Wonder Woman. Her face is fierce.

We stand there staring at each other. She is supremely confident and my equal. When she smiles, the warmth floods my body. With a sensuous southern drawl, I hear her telepathically asking me something.

Wait. I'm feeling her ask my heart.

"How do I make you feel?"

I feel compelled to answer her.

She has tricked me. The heavy gold rope is the Lasso of Truth, and it's forcing me to honestly acknowledge how I feel about her.

I don't know what this feeling is? I've never felt it before.

I open my mouth and tell her, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You are simply stunning."

Her smile fades, and I feel what she is feeling. Disappointed that I am no different from the others.

She begins to slowly back away, and I try to speak again.

"Wait. Don't go."

No words come out. I reach for her, but the rope completely incapacitates me. Only my thoughts scream to her to stay. But she denies me. I watch the confident woman disappear and know she will not give another thought.

When she vanishes from sight,

"NO!" I cry out and sit up in the bed. I look around, disoriented, searching for her. The coldness of the dark makes me shiver, and I lay back, sinking in the loneliness.