Page 20 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

"Give me the knife, old man. I got your back.

" I hold my hand out for the knife, and all hell breaks loose.

The old man turns it on me and lunges. I sidestep him, grab his forearm, twist it behind his back, and take it from his fingers.

Then I shove him to the ground, step over him, and confront his assailants.

With a deranged grin on my face, tossing it nimbly from hand to hand, I dare them to be brave.

It is equally balanced and feels like my buck knife in my hands.

"You think accosting an old man makes you a gangsta?

It only makes you a coward. You think four on one is good enough odds?

Bring it on." I sniff the air. "Ah! I miss the smell of sweat, fear, panic, and fresh blood.

" They all stop as one, realizing I'm dead serious about that.

Punks! I flip the knife end over end, grasp the blade, bring it by my ear, cock my arm, flip my wrist, step to my target, and fling the knife with all my force.

The loud thud it makes when it hits and the vibrating sound it makes as it settles down inside its new home draws everyone's eyes to the tree: everyone but mine.

As soon as I released the knife, I closed the distance on the ringleader, and I smash my fist in his face.

Before he can fall to the ground, I've hit him two more times.

He's out cold when he lands, and it's the second loud thud the punks hear.

They turn their eyes big as moons on me, and I smash my fist in the face of the next closest one.

He wobbles but doesn't go down. I shove him out of the way while I step over the unconscious body and draw my fist back to attack bully number three.

He steps back, turns, and runs after bully number four.

"You better run, you worthless piece of shit!

" I yell after them, then look down when something grazes my leg.

Bully number two is dragging the leader out from under me.

I stare him down, and he says. "Yeah. I learned my lesson. Don't fuck with old folks."

"I saved someone's life tonight. It might have been yours." I tell him. "Old soldiers don't go down without a fight. Some of us even enjoy them, but others play to win no matter the cost."

He looks past me at the old man who is walking to where his knife is in the tree. Then he squats down, puts his buddy on his shoulder then carries him to the street. I hear the rumble of a car coming down the road and hope this doesn't turn into a drive-by shooting as I walk to the old man.

"You a Seal or something?" He asks me.

"Nope. Just an Army Aviator."

He laughs. "Damn. Flyboy! Thought you were a real soldier."

I laugh with him. "Marine?"

"Oorah!"

He holds his hand out, and I shake it. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. It looks good there. You should leave it."

"Yeah. I think it's safe there."

"You got food tonight?"

"I ate at the shelter."

"Alright. I hear they are good people."

"Yeah." He pats me on the back. "Thanks again."

"Sure." I turn around and head back. My mind is clear, and the tension, along with the frustration, is gone.

As I walk, I start making my plans. I may not be able to taste Seary's sweet southern sexiness for three more months, but that won't stop me from preparing for a long-term fucking arrangement with her. I've got changes to make to the East Wing of my house.

February 14

The jet touches down, and I stretch, smiling. I text Maria.

Just touched down. Be there after I visit the Club.

Have a good time. We're having Black Barbecue Pork Chops. Don't be late.

Yum!

Leaving the airport, I drive straight to Been Jammin'. When I arrive, Jimmy recognizes my Jag and positions himself to park it for me. When it's my turn, he opens my door. "My man, Moore. You're here early."

I step out. "I'm here to ensure everything is ready for tonight."

"Tonight? You mean tonight's the night?"

I chuckle as I hand him my keys. "Yes, it is."

"Are you finally going to tell me who?"

"Nope." My smile feels like it's brighter than the sun.

Walking through the casino, I head for Rebecca's table. She smiles a warm greeting when she sees me approaching. "Aurei, are you nervous?"

I sit down at her table. "Nervous? No. Excited." I give her my Been Jammin' card, and she swipes it, then slides it back with a stack of chips. I gamble at her table while we visit. "Has everything been delivered?"

"Last time I checked, everything was here, and the crew was setting it up." She grins. "I don't know anyone who deserves each other more than you two. You're both fucking awesome, and I hope, no, I know you two will hit it off together."

"You haven't told anyone?"

"Nope. I've kept your secret. I asked around, and no one knows who's going to be entertained in the room tonight." She laughs. "No one suspects it's Seary, so she hasn't told anyone either."

"Thanks. This should be epic."

"I can't wait to tell her I've kept your secret all these months and helped you plan it."

"I appreciate your help in making this come together."

"No problem. I'm glad I could. Are you going in to see the room before time?"

"No. I think I'll wait too. So, how's your love life? Any special plans for tonight?"

She smiles. "Monty says he's got a surprise for me. I told him this morning that just waking up beside him was the best Valentine's Day gift I could have received, but he says he has something special for me. Not to work late."

"Any idea what it could be?"

"No, and I love surprises, so I didn't snoop around before coming to work either."

"Have you gotten him anything?"

"I saw this sexy teddy yesterday window shopping. I'm going to stop by on my way home and pick it up."

"He'll like that." I grin at her.

I play several more hands of Blackjack with her, but I can't concentrate. The man sitting next to me says. "Dude. You seriously should consider a new dealer. You're losing your ass here."

"That's a clue to get out of here," I tell them, then slide my chips back. "That's your tip, Rebecca."

"Aurei. I'm speechless." She tells me with tears in her eyes.

I stand up, give her a wink, and tell her. "A small token of thanks. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Oh my gosh. You're the best!"

Driving to the house, I reflect on all the different shows I've watched Seary perform over these three months. My favorites so far were the Holiday ones.

On Christmas eve, she gave Santa a seductive lap dance that had me holding my cock the entire time.

Then someone read a sexy version of the Night Before Christmas, and she acted the whole thing out.

She ended that night with Santa coming down the stripper pole while she was hiding under the tree.

When he set about putting presents under it, she started being naughty and causing mayhem.

He kept blaming the other dancers dressed like elves and spanking them.

It was both hilarious and a real turn on too.

On Christmas night, she did a gift-themed dance dressed in bows, peeking in and out of the presents. Opening them to reveal other dancers. The night ended with everyone on the stage singing, "We Wish You A Merry Christmas," as fake snow fell from the ceiling. It was spectacular.

On New Year's Eve, I watched her exit her limo, but she didn't dance, and I roamed all the different Clubs hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

It was packed that night, and Jennifer Lopez was rumored to be in the house dancing.

I walked through the whole casino with the song by Sam Hunt, "Take Your Time," playing in my head.

If I had stumbled upon her, that was going to be my plan.

Security detail or not. Somehow I was going to make eye contact with her and draw her to me.

Then I would let her know that I don't want to change her life.

I just want some of her time. I grin. I get to tell her that tonight .

On New Years Day, there was another birthday boy in the house celebrating his 21st birthday, and while she again wore the gold chains and had him tied to Seary's Hot Seat, her dance was entirely different.

The only thing similar was the unwrapping of the chains with her as the birthday gift and those beautiful nipples painted with gold dust. My cock stayed hard the entire night, and in bed, I again dreamed the Wonder Woman dream.

Only this time, she knelt in front of me and sucked my cock dry before disappearing.

I woke again screaming, "NO!" But I wasn't in a bad place.

No panic. Just frustration and sheets soaked with cum from my wet dream.