Page 22 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

"Stalking is a harsh, scary word, Maria.

" I frown at her and smirk. "I saw her dance back in November, and she completely captivated me.

I fell hard for her then and made this appointment.

I've been watching from the audience and waiting patiently for her for three months. Three long agonizing months."

She laughs with me. "I fell for Trent the first time I saw him too. I've been stalking him for fucking years. Talk about frustrating patience." She rolls her eyes.

I pick up my wine glass and hold it up. "To our new flames."

"May they scorch themselves forever on our hearts."

When we are finished eating, we clean the table off together, and I push Maria out of the kitchen, then stand blocking the door. "I'll do the dishes tonight. You get going."

"Ok." She giggles. "No arguing here. Even though I know you're going to put them in the dishwasher."

"That's right! Now go!"

I watch her nice ass as she struts out, and I call after her. "Wear your skinny jeans." She spanks her ass without looking back.

I go into the kitchen to load the dishwasher.

As I work, I start to sing "Fix" by Chris Lane.

I'm going to whisper in her ear. "Baby Girl, I'm what you've been missing.

I got your 'fix' right here." Then I'm going to ignite in her a flame that won't go out, make her burn for me.

I'm going to make her addicted to me. Umm-hmm. I have big plans for this one.

In the shower getting ready, I let my mind play all the visions of Seary's expressive passion as she dances that have scorched themselves onto it.

All these months of watching her. I do feel like a hunter stalking its prey, but in a good way, in a very good way.

Soon my arms will be holding her tight. My fingers feeling the soft, subtleness of her tenderness.

My eyes seeing the yearning in her eyes for me.

My body feeling her body withering under me.

My ears hearing her moans and calling my name as she begs me to possess her.

Then moaning as I own her completely, pounding my cock with hard, hammering thrusts until I shoot my cum deep inside her, marking her as mine!

I step out of the shower, and my hard cock leads the way.

I grab a towel, dry my hair, then my body, and go into my dressing room.

My black tux is waiting for me. Getting dressed, I see my reflection in the mirror and stop to stare.

I have a shit-eating grin from ear to ear on my face.

Ha! I'm so fucking happy right now! Finally!

I dance out to the garage, slide behind the wheel of the corvette, crank it up, and squeal the tires as I peel away, feeling young and carefree. In just one hour, I'll be staring into her eyes.

When I arrive, Jimmy trots out and opens my door. "Mr. Moore. You're back and looking very dashing."

I laugh at his choice of words. "Prince Charming dashing?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Excellent." I give him a nice tip and strut my swag ass through the door, heading to the Gentlemen's Club.

When I arrive, I go straight back through the dance hall, which is loud and packed to capacity for Valentine's Day, to the VIP area and swipe my card at the security door.

The little green light shines, and I turn the handle.

My nerves are raw, and I take a deep breath.

Entering the hallway, the silence is comforting as I walk down the corridors to find room number 40.

Beverly promised it was the largest and had the best acoustics.

When I put my hand on the door handle, I hold my breath while I turn it then push it open.

The smell of roses and magnolias hits me, and I smile. "Perfect!"

Once inside, I'm ecstatic about the setup.

Rebecca has done a fabulous job! There are red, purple, and gold silk drapes hanging on each wall like veils.

In the corners are stripper poles, with the fresh flowers woven like vines.

In the center of the room is a small table with a purple silk cloth, ruby red dinnerware, and gold tableware.

The ice bucket contains a bottle of Moet & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold Champagne.

There are only two chairs in which to sit, tucked under the table.

No couch. I wanted to eliminate the temptation for fucking from the room.

For these first two hours, I intend to seduce her and leave her wanting Moore.

I grin. If she wants to return with me tonight to Red Rock, the East Wing is finished. I'm ready for her.

I check my phone. I have only 5 minutes left.

One last time, I review the list I prepared, going over what I want to do.

To kiss her hand. To whisper my name in her ear.

To watch what makes her smile. To listen to her voice inflections.

To watch her mouth move as she talks. To read her body's language.

Her pulse beating in her neck. Her breasts rising and falling with her excitement.

The way her facial expressions flicker with my words and tone.

To drink in her light green eyes and seduce her with mine.

I take up post by my chair to wait. I'm ready.

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....

What the fuck? I pace in the room . Something isn't right. I check my phone. It's 10 minutes past the hour, but it feels like an hour past.

Then I hear a tap on the door. My first instinct is to say, "Come in.

" But I know Seary would have. She wouldn't have knocked.

My heart locks down tight. I feel cold hardcore steel wrapping around it, then I hear the pounding in my ears, drowning everything else out.

With deep, measured intakes and forced exhales of breath, I gain control, containing my response. I know the pain is coming.

I walk in slow motion to the door and watch my hand reach for the handle. The click of the door latch releasing sounds like a gunshot. Pulling it open, I stare into the face of Beverly.

Her first words confirm my fear. "Mr. Moore. I'm sorry to inform you, but there was a family emergency earlier today, and Seary has returned home."

I close my eyes as I step back, and she enters the room.

Behind my eyelids, I see the fire burning on the stage of the dancer that has scorched my soul and know, for the time being, she remains untouchable.

"Is she alright?"

"Yes, she's fine. Of course, you will receive a full refund."

I nod, not the least bit concerned about the money. "Do you have any idea how long she will be away?"

"I'm sorry. No."

"I want to keep the appointment."

She nods. "Very well. As soon as she returns, you'll be first."

I hold my hand out, and she takes it. "Thank you, Beverly. I would appreciate weekly updates so that I know you haven't forgotten."

She nods, "Of course, I will text you."

And with that assurance, I walk out to fly home to Live Oak, Alabama, to wait for Seary to return to Vegas.