Billionaire’s Toy

Untitled Episode

Netim’s Point of View

I yanked the sheets back over myself, pressing them tight.

Maximos scoffed, giving me a once-over, smirking.

"You're acting like I have not already seen it all."

Heat flared up my spine.

"What. what are you talking about?" I forced, curling my fingers deeper into the sheet, as he moved a few steps closer to me.

"Forgot that one too, Danjuma?"

“I. I don't know what you're talking about” I stammered, backing up as he approached, until the backs of my legs hit the wall.

He moved closer until there was no space between us, his chest pressed in opposition to mine, solid and very warm, while the heat of his length, thick in the curve of my belly.

My breath caught.

He leaned forward, his lips against my ear.

"Need me to remind you Danjuma?" he murmured.

I blinked. As he took a half-step back to watch my face crumple, while smirked too.

"You puked all over yourself last night again, remember" he told me bluntly.

"Ugh."

My heart sank.

"So I had you cleaned up," he continued. "Luci was supposed to do it, my maid. She's done it earlier, would not have minded. But she'd already gone to bed, and I did not want to wake her up."

He moved closer, watching me wriggle.

My lips opened, but no sound came out.

‎"You were a mess," he told me. ‎"Got you dressed in something else.Thought you'd sleep all night."

I swallowed hard, my knees weakening. The sight alone—his hands on my body form when I was asleep—

"And after I got you into bed… " he continued, "I went back to tending to my own business. You know… the usual. Porno. A good stroke."

My jaw dropped.

His smile expanded, his eyes getting darker. "Mmhm. Laid right there," he gestured towards the bed, "Halfway through my orgasm when suddenly. I felt a hand wrap around me."

My heart stopped.

He chuckled softly. "I figured I was losing my mind. Turn the light on and there you were. Standing unclothed in your sexy little matching bra and panties outfit, eyes all glassy, begging me to f**k you hard….."

‎"Stop!" I shouted, cutting him off, my voice trembling.

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‎He grinned. "Why Danjuma?" he asked, pressing closer "You weren't shy last night, not when you were begging to be f****d senseless."

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‎My breath caught.

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‎"You don’t remember giving me that lap dance?" he continued. "Milling all over me, rubbing your wet little s*x right on my dick."

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‎I froze, my heart beating fast.

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‎"You were moaning into my neck," he continued "your hands in my hair."

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‎He leaned in again, his face close, making me feel the warmth of his breath on my ear.

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‎"Then you got down on your knees," he said softly. "Tugging at my boxers, stroking me slowly, explaining to me how bad you needed it stuck deep inside of you. It took all of me not to flip you over and give it to you there."

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‎I swallowed dryly, shame and heat curling deep within me.

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‎He pulled back just far enough to look at me.

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‎"You're lucky I do possess some shred of self-control, Danjuma. Because last night? You made it damn near impossible to be a gentleman.”

My throat tightened as I swallowed. "I. I don't remember that. I don't remember anything about that." I answered trembling.

"Lucky for you," he panted, leaning in closer once more, his lips brushing just over mine, "I do."

He smirked, pulling back.

"There’s a car waiting outside," he said carelessly then turned his back to me and walked over to the wardrobe. "Unless you want to walk home in your last night’s dress. Though I’m sure the press would love that."

I glared daggers into the back of his head, as he opened the wardrobe, rummaged through it, and pulled out a plain white T-shirt, then tossed it to me.

It landed on my body.

I grabbed it, shoving my arms through the sleeves, while buttoning it up fast.

Maximos let out a very mocking, and annoying chuckle, as I turned on my heel, shutting the door behind me and storming out of his room into the walkway only to collide into someone.

A tall man in a suit, probably one of Maximos's staff.

His hands came out to hold me from falling, but when he got a closer look at my face, it changed, making my stomach twist.

His eyes were saying. Cheap, Maximo's latest plaything which made me even more humiliated.

"Excuse me," I said, walking past him quickly, and not turning to look back at him

I did not even care to see if he was still watching me. All I wanted was to get the out of this place far away from Velasquez.

But as I stepped outside, I felt my world tumbling.

Outside the gate, were cameras, and reporters.

My pulse spiked.

As flashes exploded.

"Netim! Over here!"

The hell did they know my name?

"Did you spend the night with Maximos?"

"Is this a new romance or just another fling?"

The questions fired all at once. Making my head spin.

God!

This was worse than I thought. And don't these people have homes?

My grip tightened on my purse.

As I walked quickly to the curb, where a black car was waiting—the one Maximos had arranged.

The door swung open.

And I slid into the car. Vowing never to see Maximos Velasquez again.

****

I made it through my front door and the moment it shut, I buried my face in my hands and collapsed onto my living room’s couch.

My entire life is a complete disaster now.

Made a fool of myself, twice.

No… thrice. If you're counting the time that I had absolutely no memory at all of how everything was happening.

Or what I said.

Or what I did.

I groaned. I had been a fool, for the second time. Once, for this unknown guy

and now for Velasquez.

There was no coming back from this.

And Jared, he wouldn’t even think about getting back together with me. Not after this.

I pulled my knees up tight against my chest and hid my face deeper in my palms.

What in blazes was the matter with me?

And never never again, I'm drinking that much, or going to a bar alone.

Bzzz.

My phone vibrated inside my purse.

I reached for it.

‎Adanna.

‎I exhaled, my chest heaving just by reading her name.

‎"Adanna, thank God," I said immediately, collapsing deeper into the couch. "You have no idea—"

‎"I'm sorry, babe," she said, immediately. "I did not mean to leave you hanging last night. Julie was sick again, my mom called freaking out, and I had to take her to the hospital."

‎My eyes flew open, my mouth unlocking.

‎"Is she okay?"

“Yeah, yeah. She's all right now," Adanna said. "They gave her fluid, admitted her overnight. It was just one of her spasms. I did not even consider calling you back, I'm so sorry Net."

"Don't say sorry, Julie is more important. Always."

"Netim." She sighed, one that meant something atomic had just dropped and she didn't know how to tell me.

“Adanna…”

"Have you seen it? I mean the news?”

I froze. "What news Adanna?"

She immediately shared a link.

I clicked on it and just like that, I felt my whole world ending.

New Havenston Daily – 'From Heartbreak to Billionaire's Bed—Netim Danjuma's Wild Night With Maximos Velasquez!'

The Star Report – 'Heiress Netim Danjuma Dumped, Drunk, and Waking Up With a Tycoon!'

City Gossip – 'What Happened in Maximos Velasquez's Penthouse? Exclusive Inside Scoop!'

I sat there, staring, in disbelief.

Then more photos started loading.

Me, staggering out of Noir Lounge.

Maximos, a couple of feet behind me, his bodyguard's hand on my lower back, was getting into his car.

Oh God.

'Danjuma princess saved by the Velasquez king?'

'New romance or billionaire's plaything?'

'The wild night that started it all.'

My blood went cold.

As my heart thudded in my ears.

I did not even hear when Adanna’s voice came through the storm building in my chest.

"Netim… you’re kind of everywhere."

"This isn’t happening," I murmured, scrolling.

There were thousands of comments.

Millions of views.

And speculation. Assumptions. Strangers are picking me apart.

One blog even dared to call me

‘The Billionaire’s New Toy.’

I felt sick.

"Netim, are you okay?" Adanna's voice came through again but before I could answer, another notification popped up on my screen.

My thumb hovered over my screen.

Breaking News: Danjuma Empire Taken Over In Private Gambling Deal.

Sources Are Confirming Emmanuel Danjuma Has Been Officially Removed From His Own Company After Losing Majority Ownership In A Private Poker Game To None Other Than Billionaire Investor Maximos Velasquez. Danjuma’s Empire, A Once Fashion Powerhouse, Is Now Under Full Velasquez Holdings Control, Reportedly.

My stomach dropped.

No. No. That couldn't be true.

I blinked, reading it again and again, my fingers numbed.

"Netim?" Adanna’s voice came through the phone, muffled again "What is going on, Are you okay?"

I couldn't talk. I couldn't even move, as

Another headline popped up immediately.

Velasquez strikes again: How a High-stakes game changed the face of fashion overnight.

My eyes lost focus. I hadn't even realized I was standing now.

“Net? What happened?”

“It’s, it's my dad…” I murmured. “He’s been thrown out of the company.”

Slam.

The front door burst open.

I turned around, my heart beating fast.

My father stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his face pale.

"Dad?"

He didn't say anything. He walked in, a folder held tightly in his hand.

My phone slipped from my fingers and landed on the couch.

"Is, is it true?" I whispered, "What they're saying—about the company?"

He walked closer, placing the folder on the coffee table with shaking hands.

"…Yes.”