Page 19 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

"Mr. Moore." Beverly's smile is confident. "Did you enjoy tonight's show?" She pushes her iPad away from her.

"Yes, I did. That body paint was hot as hell."

She laughs. "I thought you would enjoy that. She was being painted when I walked in."

"It was pretty crucial. So, tell me, have they agreed? I'm anxious to meet her."

"No doubt. They want me to discuss a few things with you first."

I hear Stacey's voice from last night say. "She doesn't do extracurricular activities." I brace for impact.

"Seary is our headlining star and tied directly to our brand."

"I understand that."

"Then you understand that she is an extremely valuable asset."

"I do."

"She's someone we must protect as well."

"And? Your point is?"

"If you agree to all the terms, you must also pass a security background check."

I smirk. They must do this for all her Fucking Fantasy clients too. That's a good thing. "Ok. I agree."

"You'll need to provide at least five personal references as well. We will be discrete and not reveal why we are inquiring."

"I'm ok with that too." I reach into my pants pocket to get a business card. I lay it on the table and slide it to her. "This is my Chief Operating Officer. She'll be instructed to give you the information you request."

She takes the card and tucks it inside the flap of her iPad. "Seary's time is extremely limited and therefore very valuable. Being our headliner isn't her only obligation."

"Name her price."

"Before we go there, we want you to understand what a valuable commodity she is. She is one of a kind."

"Oh, trust me when I say, I fully understand that she is one of a kind.

" I smile at her, hoping to assure her. She smiles back, but her eyes show she doesn't seem to get my level of commitment, so I add before she continues her 'justification for this price' sales pitch.

"I'll pay $100,000 for a private VIP room to be alone with Seary for a two-hour exclusive session. "

Her eyes nearly pop out of her face, and she clears her throat. "Excuse me?"

"I'll pay $100,000 ... for a private VIP room ... to be alone with Seary ... for a two-hour ... exclusive session."

Her jaw sags as she looks incredulously at me.

I smirk and add. "Plus, if she agrees after our first meeting, I want an additional 2 hours every two weeks."

She blinks rapidly at me, clearly not expecting this, trying to decide what course of action she needs to take. "I'll put forth your offer and get back to you."

"I'd prefer you to put forth my offer now."

She studies my face and sees my determined look. "Yes. Ok." She pulls her iPad to her. I watch patiently while she gets her shit together and opens a chat with someone. I shift in my seat so that I can read the texts upside down.

She types.

Are you available to chat?

Yes. What's up?

I'm with Mr. Moore discussing Seary.

Ah. Standby. I'm in the dressing room.

Beverly smiles at me. "Just a moment."

Kk. Is there a question about the vetting requirements?

No. He is a go.

Excellent. The price is firm. We won't take less. I thought I made that clear.

Her satisfied cat smile returns.

You did, but he has made an offer with other conditions I'm not comfortable approving. I need your approval.

What is his offer?

He wants two hours alone with her. An exclusive session.

Two hours?

That's correct!

I don't know about that.

He's offering $100k.

$100,000 for 2 hrs?

That's correct.

Standby.

She smiles again at me. "They are discussing it."

"I can read it," I tell her, and her smile broadens.

"I believe you've shocked them too."

I smile. "Perhaps you should go ahead and tell them I want to be on a two-week rotation."

She grins, and I realize she must be paid on some commission structure.

She types.

Plus, he wants an additional two hours every two weeks.

You're joking, right?

No, sir! not joking.

You're impression? Is he a crazy eccentric?

She smiles and looks at me from under her lashes.

He seems normal enough. Didn't bat an eye at the background checks.

Ask him.

I laugh at that. "Tell him or them, or her, that I'm neither crazy nor eccentric, just very successful at a very young age, very rich, very private, and very picky."

She types that in verbatim.

Damn. Ok then. I wasn't expecting this. Shifting things around. Standby.

We smile at each other, knowing they are going to make this happen.

The thought of two hours in a room with Seary alone makes my cock very happy, and while I stare at the iPad waiting for the date.

My mind begins to plan how to fill the room with roses and magnolias for our first session.

The scent of natural beauty will fill it.

I'll tie it together with a compliment on her natural beauty, and my seduction into her mind will begin.

As the time ticks off, my eyes drift to stare blankly out at the people surrounding us.

I'll wear a tuxedo. All black. No boxer briefs so my cock can be seen without being exposed.

I'll have champagne and dinner catered. I'll focus the entire time discovering who she was, who she is, and what makes her tick.

No sex, but I will nail her with a kiss at the end of the night that promises firework the next time.

The iPad lights back up and draw my eyes. Beverly looks down and says. "Well, this is romantic, Mr. Moore. The first available is Valentine's Day."

I can't control my outburst. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Her eyes are startled by my outburst.

"No, sir. That's what the date is." She spins her iPad around so I can read it myself.

"That's three months from now!" My shock heightens my tone.

"Yes, sir. It is." She apologizes. "That must be the first available date. She is extremely busy, and we do have the Holiday season coming up. I know many girls take vacations during the month of January too. I'm not sure about Seary, but perhaps that's why." She offers to calm me.

"Ask if a shorter time is available sooner." I point to the iPad. As she spins it back around to ask, I add. "Same price." That should work. Perhaps they are only negotiating now. I lean my arms on the table, anxious for the answer. My heart is holding my body hostage.

Offer my apologies, but that's the first available day she doesn't have anything booked. She's a workaholic.

I stand up, and my chair almost tips over. I command her to "Book it!"

Walking through the casino heading outside to get some fresh air, I see only the floor directly in my path, hear nothing but my own blood pounding in my ears, and my own thoughts circling inside my mind.

Seary. Three months. Fuck! My mind is reeling.

How am I going to make it three months? The thought of returning to Italy to my studio to satisfy my sexual needs passes through it, but only for a fleeting moment.

I know I won't be back there until after I've satisfied myself with Seary, and that might be a while.

If ever again. Seary has changed everything for me.

Incredible as that sounds, I hear the truth of it in my heart and in my soul.

I exit the door and keep going past the valet station down the drive.

I hook a left and walk. My pace is fast and determined.

Weaving in and out of the flow of people, I head nowhere in particular.

My mind is tormenting me with the images of her red, purple, golden glow.

The way she looks. The way she moves. Her body.

Her dance. Three fucking months. I have to wait three fucking months!

I've finally found the one woman who has set my heart on fire and lit a flame burning inside me like I have never experienced before.

Awakening feelings that I feared I was incapable of feeling.

I laugh out loud at the irony of the whole thing.

Right when I acknowledge that she could be the one, she's pushed out of my grasp.

But I will wait with the patience of a hunter. I vow to myself.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE OR I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"

I stop and look around. I've walked five blocks North without realizing it.

The building I just passed is an abandoned warehouse I purchased a year ago but haven't renovated yet.

In the low light, I can just make out two men squared off between the building and the adjacent vacant lot.

There looks to be a makeshift tent to the right under some trees.

"Old man, you ain't gonna do nothin' but give me what I want, or I'm going to take it from you."

"What do you want?" I ask as I head in.

I notice three dudes dressed in dark clothes wearing hoodies pulled up over their heads standing behind the young thug, leaning against the building. As I get closer, alert to my approach, they push off and stand up. They are big but young punks.

"Mind your own damn business." The old man says without looking at me.

"Yeah. Mind your own damn business." The younger man agrees.

"I am minding my own damn business. I own the damn property you're standing on."

That revelation makes them all stop arguing and turn towards me. "What do you want from the old man?"

"They want my special forces ranger knife." He smiles at them. "But I ain't part'n with it."

"How about you give it to me."

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"'cause they can't take it off me."

"They can't take it off me either."

I walk closer. Going slow to keep everyone calm. I'm guessing this is a gang initiation. The young men eye me, and I stare them down. They are confident that four on one or four on two are odds they can win.