THE BILLIONAIRE BABY MAMA

We were all discussing when we heard the sound of Madame Quinne's heel approaching. Immediately, everybody kept quiet. Natalia, take those drinks at the top of the counter to the VIP suite. Now!" She barked at me. Hurriedly, I rushed my make-up, adjusted my dress and walked briskly to the room. I got to the entrance, whispered a prayer and I knocked gently. I didn't get a response so I knocked again, this time a bit louder than I walked in. The lights in the room were turned off. I stretched towards the switch to turn on the light when his voice stopped me. "Don't you dare!" I froze. Fright got the best of me. I gulped my saliva and glued rootly to a spot. "Sir, I brought the drink you ordered." The voice came again... "Strip." I gasped in fear. I dropped the tray on the floor. Hands shaking, I began loosening my clothes. I paused when I noticed his figure walking towards me. "STRIP! NOW!!" Immediately, my clothes fell to the floor and I stood naked before him. Before she could figure out what was happening, he pinned her tightly to the wall. He grabbed her hands above her head. He took a few minutes to stare at her figure in the dark. Quickly, he parted her legs and slammed into her without any warning... Every muscle in her body froze. She released a painful moan. Her client f****d her hungry like a predator...her insides burned with intense pleasure and pain. His d**k dived deeper into her. Natalia trembled. Her orgasm built... "Oh...please.." she whispered, her voice shaky... "Have mercy, pleaseee" She received none. He was brutal. Merciless. Greedy. Like a beast, he slammed into her... "Yesssss" she screamed. Pain. Torture. Pleasure. He increased his pace. Her legs vibrated. Her orgasm, closer and closer... She gave a loud cry and she released heavily... *** He lifted her and placed her on the bed. Then he kissed her. So much. Devouring. Eating her lips. She was completely caught unaware. For a moment, she forgot all about the pain... He began trailing kisses on her neck...her nipples...her belly button...then "Yyyesssss" "Oh...right there" Her head rolling back. Her eyes fluttering. He licked and licked. Chewing her like a candy. She couldn't take it anymore...she began shivering... "Not yet. Hold on." He paused for a few seconds and with one twist, he flipped her over. Her face buried in the sheets... He spanked her butt cheeks so hard... "You sexy little b***h" "Fuckkkkkk" "You slut. b***h. You're so good..." He kept cursing and cursing. "Oh gods." She enjoyed verbal filth. She moaned shamelessly. Her emotions exploding... He trembled, she trembled. A loud grunt leaving his throat. A scream leaving hers. Together, they released. Still cuddled, they both collapsed. *** A MONTH AGO. As I stepped into the warehouse, I could perceive the thick smell of smoke and I could see the visible puffs of the smoke. Some guys were seated in a corner packaging drugs for Boss Gustavo. I'm guessing there's an assignment for them. The boss had sent someone to inform me that he wanted to see me. I rushed down to the warehouse immediately. I got to his office, gave two light knocks and walked in. He was on a call when i got in and he ended it when he noticed me. "Ahh...Killian. "You're here." His voice is so deep and intimidating that it could send shivers down your spine. His aura is scary. I mean, not to me, but to others. "Yes boss. I heard you sent for me." "Ahhh. Yes. Some bastards went away with my goods. You know what to do." "Boss, a name." No one dares cross ASHER KILLIAN. I am a hitman. I kill for a living. At the mention of AK, they all fret. Those bastards will pay. They would wish they had never been born. Gustavo Roberto is my boss and anyone who crosses him will definitely get through me. I left the warehouse that night with so much anger. It didn't take me so long to find them. Turns out they're fools who love living a wild lifestyle and don't know how to run after committing a crime. *** THREE WEEKS LATER. I sneaked into the club where they sat drinking and smoking like the idiots they are. I lowered myself into a seat and then I ordered my favorite brand of whiskey. I stayed watching and observing them. Without double thinking, I took out my pistol and shot them directly in their brains. They don't deserve a merciful death.... I heard the sound of someone crying, then I flipped the curtain and ... "Please, please don't hurt me. I was only here to give them drinks. I don't know anything..." A woman dressed in a uniform addressed me crying. I guess she worked here, maybe as a waiter or something... "Get out". *** THE NEXT MORNING. I woke up to the sound of my burner phone ringing. Strange. I wasn't expecting a call No one should call me. I decided not to pick it up. A few minutes later, it rang again. This time around, I picked... "You've been set up. "Reeves came in last night to report that you had refused to kill everyone as ordered." The caller said to me immediately. "Who's this?" "The boss has sent people after you. "Watch out." He hung up immediately. Reeves. That bastard. How dare he! *** The night air was heavy with tension as the group of men broke into Asher's apartment. Their footsteps muffled by the darkness. As they reached the door, one of the men twisted the doorknob. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, the creak echoing.... The men stepped inside, their eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light within. The air surrounding them was thick. They moved cautiously, tip-toeing as they made their way deeper into the house. His room was at the end of the hall, and they all knew this... In the other room, Asher sensed that someone had broken into his apartment. Quickly, he aimed for his pistol and walked silently out of the room. The darkness gave him an advantage. The men exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding in their chests like drums. They knew they had to act quickly, before he would wake up and turn the tables on them. With a deep breath, one of the men raised his gun and fired towards the bed. Turns out it was empty. Shitttt! They're in trouble... And then, in a flash of movement, Asher came from behind and shot at them. It was unexpected. The men froze. Their hearts stopped at the sudden realization that they were not the hunters but the prey. The sounds of gunshots filled the room and, one by one, they fell. The last man turned to face Asher with fear written all over his face. He began pleading. But no! No one de serve to live. Asher's gun went off and the man's body fell to the floor.