Kapitel 2: Chapter 2
Tonight, Billion Miles Dekker had another agenda as his Rolls-Royce pulled to a stop in front of his luxury nightclub, Menzgold. One of the plush nighters in Manhattan.
The cameras went on and off on him like an amnesia patient's mind the second his pristine Italian shoes met the ground. The paparazzi were at it again. They were probably after another celebrity who had found their way into his nightclub. Well, the media fuss helped his agenda, so by all means, they should go ahead.
He was always in for the show.
Billion flashed his fans the signature smile, his panty-dropping antidote when it comes to winning over ladies of all ranges. And it was working tonight as well when the girls began to flash him a piece of skin.
Well, tonight's charm was meant particularly for one hot-headed model whom he had spent the last couple of months trying to conquer.
Once he had had his fill of the flashlights, Billion rushed off into his private elevator and strolled towards his office on the second floor-for his lady friend awaited him.
It's never good to keep a lady waiting.
"For a moment there I thought I had been stood up, Mr. Dekker." Chanel Preston's sing-song voice rang out in his glass-tinted office the second he closed the door behind him.
He would rather die than deprive himself of the satisfaction that comes from having a night with women of Chanel's caliber.
"Pardon me for keeping you waiting dear, something came up, but let me make it up to you."
He switched on his award-winning grin as he offered her one strong arm adorned in an Armani suit. She gratefully accepted it. Clung onto it was more like it.
"What do you say to a glass of wine in my suite?"
The signature smile followed the grin and, just like that, Chanel Preston surrendered body, soul, and mind.
With a vigorous nod of her head, her lustrous chestnut hair too in agreement, the two headed to his suite.
Opening the door into the luxurious apartment that spelled money, Billion ushered her in eagerly like any gentleman who was in a hurry to vent it out would.
He could feel and taste his near-victory already.
"Why don't you wait for me on the balcony and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," he said gently.
"I'll be waiting, handsome." Biting those hot red-painted lips and battering her lashes flirtatiously at him, Chanel modeled to the balcony.
Billion did not blink once as his lecherous gaze trailed heatedly after her. Tapping that might not be as difficult as he thought. He bit on his lips and blew a low whistle when she was out of sight.
"She's indeed hot sex on her legs." he laughed over his joke before rushing to the main door.
"Pssst, Sam." his security guard turned at the call and jogged over to him.
"You need anything, Sir?" The guard asked, scrutinizing his employer for any signs of trouble.
"Um, I'm in the middle of something today, so see to it that nobody comes in." Since some of his lady friends can't take no for an answer, Billion gave the guard a couple of names to look out for.
Knowing exactly what his boss was up to, Samuel nodded. The guard scratched his bald head out of awkwardness and sheepishly inquired,
"Is that all, Sir?"
"Yes. So make sure none of them gets in. Tell them that I'm not in." With a nod of consent from Samuel, Billion shut the door and semi-jogged to the balcony.
"You know what, handsome? I think we should skip the wine session," she suggested in a low sultry voice.
She lurched onto his arm, surprising Billion with the bold move, but who was he to deny her?
Besides, he liked them bold and wild.
Billion gave her the predatory once over before backing her against the double glass door. "Your wish is my command, my lady." His lips met hers in a hot wet kiss.
Not to waste time, he hoisted her up and wrapped those long tantalizing legs around his torso. Her flimsy cocktail dress rose from the desperate motions of his fingers, thus giving him more access to the creamy flesh beneath. He fumbled with the door handle and managed to get them into the bedroom.
His tie was already gone together with his coat, leaving him in his white sleeves and pants. Which wasn't fair. So, like the expert he was, he undid her zipper with one swift move, and downhill the Versace dress went, followed by their thudding bodies on the plush silk covers.
He was getting laid off tonight. He mused as she unbuckled his leather belt in haste. The discarding of clothes ended with both of them lying naked in bed, staring at each other with labored breaths.
She was beautiful, no two ways about that, and, just like the others before her, he treated her like a queen in bed. Taking her like the savage sex god he was to heights that she had never been before, he made the high and mighty Chanel Preston beg for more, all over. And he was more than willing to give it to her in all his primeval savagery. Just like that, another high and mighty Princess was mellowed and turned into another casual fling. By Billion Miles Dekker.
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Chanel Preston woke up thoroughly satiated. Last night was beyond words, and she no doubt needed more of that fire.
She was smitten by his manliness and was prepared to stay.
Patting the space beside her for her man, her manicured fingers only grasped silk sheets.
"Miles?" She called out in grogginess and wrapped part of the silk sheet around her birthday suit.
The door to the bedroom opened then and in walked the man himself, dressed up in a fitting navy blue suit and looking cut and clean.
"You're awake, I was beginning to worry." He addressed, adjusting his cuffs.
"Where are you going?" Chanel inquired, a deep frown marring her features as she rose from the bed.
She went ahead to pick up her clothes from last night, which were sprawled on the floor.
"Well, my dear, I've somewhere important to be right now...Sam will see you out," he replied with a puff of nasal air but before he could veer out of the bedroom, Chanel's next words stopped him.
"Is this how you treat all your women after making love?"
Billion quirked a brow at the lady, his lush pink lips thinning out in an unamused smile. Fixing his gaze on the woman, he gave her a lopsided smile. "You mean my night flings 'cause I don't make love, honey. It's just sex. Don't put a label on it."
Chanel was seeing red by now. How dare this kid use her and make her look so cheap? Well, now she knew he was no child. The damn bastard.
"Night flying?" With angry steps towards him, she slapped him hard across the face. That should wipe some of his egos away.
"I'm nobody's night fling, Dekker. It will do you well to remember that."
"That was uncalled for. Leave." was Billion's simple order, but the warning in his tone was as clear as day.
Chanel shot a glare at him, her hostile gaze sending him a promising ticket to the abyss of hell. "I'm going to make you regret this."
She cussed Billion Miles Dekker to the pits of hell as she pulled on her ripped dress and snatched her Louboutin heels. Angrily, she swept him out of her way with a swing of her slender arm and stormed out of the suite.
Goddammit, the woman packed a good slap. Billion rubbed his tender cheek, giving his jaws a little twitch to make sure they were still in place.
"That's what they all say." Billion chuckled.
Grabbing his car keys from the desk, he swagged out of the apartment with a broad smile that could be labeled as a victory.
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