The Billionaire and the Con Artist: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Girls Series Book 1) by Leanne Brice Page B
Authors: Leanne Brice
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saw you. You looked so tiny, curled up like that, so pitiful with your blond hair darkened by the rain. I knew I had hit the jackpot once I actually saw your face."
"What do you mean?"
"You were so pretty! So little and cute and adorable—a powerful weapon. I knew you had it in you, that you’d become an invaluable member of my team. And I was right. You weren’t exactly a natural, but your natural advantages trumped that. Just like I figured, you had the power of disarming—one of, if not the most important parts of this whole gig. I’m glad our paths crossed, April. I’m glad life finally threw me a bone in the form of you."
She raises her glass toward me.
"You have no idea how close you came to being prostituted. Trafficked. I saved you. In the end, you’ll thank me."
I puzzle over her words.
What the heck was she talking about? I was already immensely grateful to her!
No, I didn’t know what other possible horrors awaited me should I have remained on the streets perhaps just one more day alone, but I do know what she has done for me.
I want to argue lightly with her, tell her I haven’t stopped being thankful she took me in, but I’m getting really sleepy really fast.
I start trying to fight it; after all, I haven’t even told her about my plans to see my mom yet or anything!
I guess the quick intoxication makes sense, though—it’s not like I eat a lot, and drinking on a fairly empty stomach after all the excitement today—it’s no wonder I’m about to pass the fuck out.
"I’ll just take a quick nap," I try to say to Taylor as I flop onto the bed and my vision and brain activity fades.
Chapter 7
Axel
I practically sprint to the suite, eager to see Jewel again.
I’m thinking, instead of taking her for another spin right away, I can book a restaurant and actually take her out so we can have a nice dinner and get to know each other better.
I’ll have my host start making the arrangements.
I can’t believe I’m actually thinking like this, but there it is.
Jewel has put some kind of spell on me.
I’m excited about her in a way I haven’t felt in years.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had crushes before, but this girl has me feeling like I’m fourteen again, like it’s my first time. I find myself a bit nervous about impressing her, which is so stupid—I’ve got everything going for me.
But I want to take her out somewhere, watch her eyes dance with pleasure. As good as she looks naked, I want to see her in a cute, designer dress.
I’m imagining all sorts of things starring her—making future plans for dates in my mind, various lingerie she’ll get to model for me.
I imagine the look on the guys’ faces when they see her and realize I wasn’t exaggerating about her beauty.
I even imagine her on my plane for the first time, wondering if she’d be impressed.
Or does she have her own private jet?
I wonder what she does?
Which wealthy family is she connected to?
Does she have siblings? Is she close to her parents?
I can barely contain my grin as I slip the key card in the door.
My heart is thumping against my chest, and I feel absolutely giddy.
I find myself in wonder that I’m thinking beyond which sexual positions to put her in next at all.
Usually, I can’t wait to see who’s the next victim to fall into my bed, how much she’ll resemble the last girl.
I wonder, will the next one be freakier, more acrobatic? Will she want me to spank her, try to fuck me with a dildo? Will she look like a good girl? A bad girl?
Will I have to pray the condom doesn’t break because she looks untrustworthy as fuck?
Speaking of which, I suddenly remember Jewel and I didn’t exactly take precautions.
Guess I’ll talk to her about that stuff once I get back to the room, although Jewel’s obviously a girl who handles her business, if her ability to rent the suite is any indication.
A girl like that gets pregnant when she wants to get pregnant.
Strangely enough, the thought
"What do you mean?"
"You were so pretty! So little and cute and adorable—a powerful weapon. I knew you had it in you, that you’d become an invaluable member of my team. And I was right. You weren’t exactly a natural, but your natural advantages trumped that. Just like I figured, you had the power of disarming—one of, if not the most important parts of this whole gig. I’m glad our paths crossed, April. I’m glad life finally threw me a bone in the form of you."
She raises her glass toward me.
"You have no idea how close you came to being prostituted. Trafficked. I saved you. In the end, you’ll thank me."
I puzzle over her words.
What the heck was she talking about? I was already immensely grateful to her!
No, I didn’t know what other possible horrors awaited me should I have remained on the streets perhaps just one more day alone, but I do know what she has done for me.
I want to argue lightly with her, tell her I haven’t stopped being thankful she took me in, but I’m getting really sleepy really fast.
I start trying to fight it; after all, I haven’t even told her about my plans to see my mom yet or anything!
I guess the quick intoxication makes sense, though—it’s not like I eat a lot, and drinking on a fairly empty stomach after all the excitement today—it’s no wonder I’m about to pass the fuck out.
"I’ll just take a quick nap," I try to say to Taylor as I flop onto the bed and my vision and brain activity fades.
Chapter 7
Axel
I practically sprint to the suite, eager to see Jewel again.
I’m thinking, instead of taking her for another spin right away, I can book a restaurant and actually take her out so we can have a nice dinner and get to know each other better.
I’ll have my host start making the arrangements.
I can’t believe I’m actually thinking like this, but there it is.
Jewel has put some kind of spell on me.
I’m excited about her in a way I haven’t felt in years.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had crushes before, but this girl has me feeling like I’m fourteen again, like it’s my first time. I find myself a bit nervous about impressing her, which is so stupid—I’ve got everything going for me.
But I want to take her out somewhere, watch her eyes dance with pleasure. As good as she looks naked, I want to see her in a cute, designer dress.
I’m imagining all sorts of things starring her—making future plans for dates in my mind, various lingerie she’ll get to model for me.
I imagine the look on the guys’ faces when they see her and realize I wasn’t exaggerating about her beauty.
I even imagine her on my plane for the first time, wondering if she’d be impressed.
Or does she have her own private jet?
I wonder what she does?
Which wealthy family is she connected to?
Does she have siblings? Is she close to her parents?
I can barely contain my grin as I slip the key card in the door.
My heart is thumping against my chest, and I feel absolutely giddy.
I find myself in wonder that I’m thinking beyond which sexual positions to put her in next at all.
Usually, I can’t wait to see who’s the next victim to fall into my bed, how much she’ll resemble the last girl.
I wonder, will the next one be freakier, more acrobatic? Will she want me to spank her, try to fuck me with a dildo? Will she look like a good girl? A bad girl?
Will I have to pray the condom doesn’t break because she looks untrustworthy as fuck?
Speaking of which, I suddenly remember Jewel and I didn’t exactly take precautions.
Guess I’ll talk to her about that stuff once I get back to the room, although Jewel’s obviously a girl who handles her business, if her ability to rent the suite is any indication.
A girl like that gets pregnant when she wants to get pregnant.
Strangely enough, the thought
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