Mr Billionaire Wants Me

Blaze I strode into Nivtech, my AI-generated trading company. My personal assistant waddled after me, singing songs of my daily appointments. Some I listened to, others I discarded. "That's your last meeting for the day, sir," said Mark, my vibrant PA. He's a lanky tall boy, fresh out of college, with curly hair that made him look like the leader of some boy band. "Just three?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled up in front of me to open my office. "Yes sir. You requested that other appointments be moved because of Mr. Diaz's masquerade party." "Oh, that. Why'd I accept to go for that s**t anyway?" I flopped on my executive chair and sighed. "Fetch, Lauren." Mark nodded and dashed out of the office. I was about to work on some documents when my private phone rang. "Jude. What's up, man?" I greeted him. "Yo Blaze, the market's been bearish since last night. What's happening?" He replied. I gulped. "I think there was a mistake in the analytics. But I'm working on it." "I invested a lofty sum and just last night, I lost thirty thousand dollars. Fix this." "I know. I said I'm working on it," I snapped. I hate when people rub my mistakes in my face. My AI was still undergoing updates and improvements, but I'd not hear critics telling me what I couldn't do. "Dude, relax. That's not why I called," he said, lowering his voice. "Then, get on with it. I'm busy." "You're in such a mood. Anyway, I'm calling concerning the masquerade party." "I'm aware and I'll be there." "It's themed. White, but your mask will be red." I crunched my face. "Why red?" "It shows the elites as alphas. Also, to differentiate us from the waiters and escort girls." "I see. Anything else?" "Not at the moment. I'll see you this evening then," he responded, and ended the call. I exhaled sharply. Socializing was my biggest flaw. I didn't like the idea of meeting up with people. My whole life was centered on my job and career. I aimed to win the International traders award for the second time in a row. A knock distracted my thoughts. "Come in," I growled. Lauren walked in, her silky shirt sticking to her chubby body and her short skirt revealing her full legs. She had short hair with fringes and her pale skin was complemented by her blue eyes. If she hadn't been married, I'd have dated her. "Morning sir," she said, taking her seat in front of me. "Lauren. What's the status report on the developer?" I inquired. She shook her head. I immediately knew she had no success. I pounded a fist on my desk and she flinched. "What the heck, Lauren?" "I'm sorry but none of them have the specification you required, on their samples," she squeaked, but I was boiling inside. If I don't get a new developer fast, my investors would leave the company and I could go bankrupt because I've used half of my wealth on this project. "Get out." "What??" Her eyes widened. "I said, leave. But be ready with a new developer for me tomorrow. Or else." She rose to her feet, her shoulders fell and she went away. The truth was, I didn't want to fire her but I wanted her pumped up to find someone fast. At this point, I didn't care about my specifications, I needed someone working on my project. If possible, be supervised by me personally. My day went by tardy and soon evening came. I was stressed and longed to head home for a good sleep. My phone beeped to remind me about the party. I groaned. I hurried home, got dressed, and arrived at the party, looking all flashy. My eyes skittered from one corner to another. I searched for Jude and my other rich friends. I planned to show my face and leave. I didn't have the mental energy for parties. "Your best bourbon," I ordered, sitting by the bar. The bartender nodded and went to get my order. A sweet perfume pricked my nose and I turned to see a lovely-looking lady plopped on a stool beside me. I drank her beauty from top to bottom. She was at least five feet and two inches. I couldn't see her face because of the blue mask she wore but her body was making my d**k throb. Her outfit was a very short ruffled skirt and a bikini bra, exposing her full cleavage. "Tequila. Two shots," she asked and her gaze darted towards me. "Enjoying the party." "If I have a pretty woman like you all night, then yes. I'll be enjoying the party," I responded. She giggled. "Flirtatious. I like that," she remarked. The bartender returned with our drinks. She gobbled a shot. "s**t. That's the stuff." I chuckled and sipped my alcohol. Strong, just the way I liked it. We got talking about the most random stuff, nothing deep and it was best that way. I just wanted her to keep me company until I was ready to leave. Soon, the booze was taking effect in my veins. I hadn't kept count of how many shots I took. "I want to leave but you look too sexy to be all by yourself," I commented. She tilted her head and clicked her tongue. "Maybe you shouldn't leave me," she added, her voice slurry, and before I could blink her lips were on mine. I sucked on it, tasting the lingering tequila on her tongue. She moaned and I almost exploded in my shorts. I wanted to be inside her and fast. "What're you doing?" I whispered. My brain lost every sense of reasoning. "Do you want me to f**k you?" I deepened the kiss. "Maybe." Her hands were weaved into my hair, prodding me to give her something more. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she moaned. Her breath became fast and short. "Let's take you upstairs, baby." In seconds, we were in one of the VP rooms. I was a regular at the hotel, so things were easy for me to have access to. The dimly lit room set the ambiance for our erotic dance of passion. I was dying to see the mystery girl under the mask. I pulled it up but she stopped me mid-way. "No, it's hot to be f****d in a mask," she said, and I agreed. I pinned her to the wall, while my hands explored every inch of her body. She wriggled at my every touch and I loved that she reacted to me. I undid her bikini bra and my eyes shone at the sight of her perky breasts. "You're f*****g beautiful," I choked. My brain couldn't comprehend how hot she was. I carried her over to the bed and removed her skirt. She was bare, save for her panties. Her hands found my tie and buttons. She stripped me nude. My d**k bulged from my pants. I wanted to be inside her. I leaned closer to plant kisses on her neck. Her pulse quickened on my lips. My fingers fondled her hardened n*****s and she squirmed. The sounds that fell from her mouth stiffened my d**k and my precum seeped out. I took her tender breasts into my mouth and sucked like a starving man. "Yes. Please," she cried. I never knew how s*x-starved I was. All these years of burying myself in work, not giving attention to women. I placed kisses from her chest down to her waist. She rocked her hips in circles as I peeled off her panties. Her p***y glistened. It was beautiful. "f**k, you're sexy," I complimented. She whined. "Touch–me." "As you wish, love." I slipped my fingers into her slit and she gasped. "Baby, you're dripping." I plunged two fingers into her entrance. It was pulsating and warm. My brain went numb. I dropped my shorts and my d**k bounced out. "Take me in, take it all." I aided my throbbing length into her and we both groaned at contact. "Oh–gosh," she moaned and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I pumped into her. Faster and deeper, I thrusted, increasing my pace, each time. She kept screaming, begging me to go faster and I obeyed. Her p***y clamped my d**k and I knew she was close. "f**k," I groaned, pounding her until the pressure building in my lower abdomen made me delirious with pleasure. "Oh—" She went apart and I joined afterward, exploding my climax and filling her to the brim. Out of exhaustion, I collapsed on her body, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to suck in air. "That was amazing," I said. We were both tired and, in no time, I heard the steady breathing from her nostrils. She fell asleep. I pulled her mask up, to see the amazing woman who I just had the best s*x of my life with. My mouth dropped open when I laid eyes on her. Zoey. This can't be. I just f****d my best friend's younger sister. I broke our p romise. My heart sank into my stomach. I'm screwed.