(free book) That Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me

Blood rushed to his c**k. The way her eyes were fixed on his, like he was the only one in that room as she danced. Through her mask, he could see that her eyes were a bright shade of blue and they were more accented because of the bright red shade of her lipstick. He closed one hand over the desperate organ, before leaning to the left so he could talk to his assistant, while not peeling his eyes off of her, "who's that?" "They call her lady bliss," Derek, his assistant responded. He nodded in response, "and what will it take to have her at my table?" "Oh sir," Derek chuckled, "she doesn't do private guests sir, that's what she's known for, lady bliss is someone you can only watch from afar." He frowned, "and how do you know that?" Derek cleared his throat, "I may or may not have come to this club a few times." "Entry fee is thirty thousand per night, did you steal my cards?" Derek shifted in his seat, scratching the back of his neck, "so sir, you can only admire her from here," he hurried to change the subject. "Anyone can offer private service for the right amount," he smirked, watching as she wrapped one hand around her throat, craning her head back, her body moving perfectly to the music, she definitely knew what she was doing to him, he could tell by that smirk as she ended her performance in a split, her bodysuit clinging on to her features perfectly. "Get her for me," he ordered. "It's going to be hard but I will try sir." He watched as Derek disappeared behind the scenes of El Miguel's private club. When Derek had told him to come to this club tonight, to ease his mind, the last thing he'd expected was to be swooned by a blonde in a green bejewelled mask that only concealed her eyes but one thing about him, if he wanted it, he got it. Derek appeared minutes later, and shook his head, adjusting his suit, "sir I-" "Hand her this blank cheque, tell her to write whatever she wants," he leaned one hand against his knee, amused by how quickly he'd been rejected, no woman had ever rejected him. "Sir, I can't promise you anything, she didn't even let me..." He got to his feet this time, cutting Derek off, "you've always been good at your job, and now today you're -" he shook his head, taking the cheque, and walking in the direction of the dressing rooms. There were a few shrieks as he approached but he didn't care, he looked around at the blondes and brunettes changing out of their clothes, searching the sea of heads while their wide eyes gaped at him. "You cannot go in there!" An older woman suddenly butted in front of him, "if you want a private service, you would need to go through the normal procedures like everyone else," she stated, a frown settled on her face. She was wearing the most colourful makeup with heavy gold jewelries dangling from her wrists and ears. He recognised her to be the one in charge of the exotic dancers. "Where is she?" He asked instead. "Who are you looking for?" "Lady bliss, where is she?" He didn't wait for a response as his eyes spotted the blue curtains across from him, a sign overheard it with her name written above it. His lips drew into a smirk, "I found you." Ignoring the cries for him to stop, he made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him. It was followed by loud bangings from outside and calls for him to get out of there. But he had his eyes on one thing only. Gosh, she was beautiful. She was in her bra and booty shorts now, and she was reapplying some lipstick, her hands stuck mid air, her head turned in his direction as she paused in front of her dressing room. "Took you long enough," she smirked, focusing her attention back to the mirror. He was starstruck, never had he met a woman so perfect. She had skin that looked like it glowed under the right reflection of light and the way her hair ran all the way down her back. He slipped the blank cheque in front of her, “name it. Whatever it is." She took the cheque from him, her perfectly manicured nails trailing the edge of the paper, before ripping it to shreds, "you're a bold man, I like that." Her voice sounded like honey to him, it was the most delightful thing to hear. "What's it going to take to get you to be with me?" He swallowed, following as she stood to her feet, closing the distance between them. "I don't do private services," she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her boobs against his chest. He reduced his voice to a whisper as she began to twirl a lock of his hair around her fingers, "you look like you want to offer me, a private service." She chuckled, "if only you could imagine the amount of men that say that to me everyday." She wrapped one hand around his neck, inching his face closer to hers so that she felt his breath on her skin. Her eyes were fixed on the door behind him. "You have one minute until security bursts in here, they have no care for who or what you are, if you break the club's rules." Her lips stayed in that smirk, that perfect cupid bow shaped lips, she looked back at him, "have you decided?" Before he could respond, she stood on her tiptoes, her hand cupping his chin as she drew him forward to match her height, before closing her mouth over his own. He was taken by shock, pulling away only a minute later. He stared at her in awe before reaching for his phone in his pocket, "Derek, book me a room at Serendipity Hotel, now." He ordered.