The Irresistible Billionaire

Chapter 15

I groaned as the buzzing beside the bed yanked me out of sleep.

Fumbling around, I found a phone—not mine.

"Galactic Dic group chat?" I mumbled, blinking and rubbing my eyes. I had to squint at the screen like a grandma.

This is definitely not my phone.

The latest message, from someone named Captain Extortion, said: "Yo, 'Panty Collector' missed rooftop drinks last night. Who's the lucky girl, Johnny?"—followed by a flood of crying GIFs.

Wait... what?

I tossed the phone onto the bed just as Johnny been puked out by the bathroom, robe around his waist, towel in his hair.

Our eyes met.

He grinned, smug and annoyingly satisfied. He looked so proud—dripping with that post-s*x confidence. I could already tell he was dying to mock me about finally sleeping with his secretary.

Guess I’m getting fired.

"Sleeping Beauty’s up," he said.

I yanked the blanket to my chin, holding it like a shield as he walked over.

His scent—fancy hotel shampoo and something expensive—went from my nose then straight to my lungs. Meanwhile, I reek of s*x.

"Your phone wouldn’t shut up," I croaked, covering my mouth like that could hide my morning breath.

"Probably my cousins," he said, glancing at the still-buzzing phone. "Answer it. Tell them I died heroically in battle." He poked my nose. "Be dramatic for me."

"From what exactly? Thrusting exhaustion?"

He laughed—full on, head back, evil villain style. "That's good. I like that. Yeah, say that."

Then he shrugged the robe off

And there it was: a flawless, grabby butt. Like it had never faced consequences in its life. I bet Tamara never gave him a spank when he was a naughty little boy.

I sank deeper into the mattress, questioning all my life choices. I'm literally committing a sin early in the morning.

"I’m not touching your phone," I said, even as my eyes totally betrayed me—watching him pull on boxer briefs, white pants, and a polo from paper bags that was sitting on the couch.

"Why not?" he asked, facing me.

My eyes flicked down. Yep. The magic wand still asleep, but... the size is obvious.

He stood like The Rock, throwing a smolder at me, smirking like he knew damn well he was built to ruin lives, to make women drool over him, and beg to be f****d by him.

Dripping wet hair over thick brows, pink lips that looked annoyingly kissable, abs chiseled to sin, and that dangerous V-line.

"B-because I can’t," I stammered.

His grin widened. "So, you can touch my c**k, but not my phone?"

What he said triggered a flash of last night in my head—the pounding he gave me, his gentle roughness, the sound of his groan, my scream, and the sloshy mess we made. It all echoed in my mind.

And right after, my body started to feel it. Stiff neck, headache, backache, leg ache… p***y ache.

My knees curled under the blanket.

"Wanna have another round?" he asked, crawling onto the bed.

I smacked him with a pillow before he could hover me. "Back off, Johnny. Whatever happened last night, never really happened!"

He cackled, clearly having the time of his life. "Oh, Cassy babe..." he groaned, suddenly flipping pinning my wrists above my head, face way too close.

"I enjoyed every bit of what we did last night. I like your taste, your smell... I like the sounds you made. I like how warm you feel around my c**k," he whispered, like he was reciting dirty poetry.

I squeezed my thighs together. The tension. The voice. The tease. He's making me sweat more than summer could.

He licked his lips. "The weird part is... you felt like 'her'."

My breath caught. The lady masquerade?

"Even weirder... you feel 'exactly' like her," he said softly. Then he cupped my boob like it owed him money. "Damn. Soft. No implants, huh."

I glared, squirming. "Johnny, get off me."

"Ooh... so it’s Johnny now," he chuckled, holding me still.

"You said you couldn’t have all women until you had me. Congrats. You already got what you want from me last night. Now add me to your collection and move on. Just call it a mistake."

He stared, quiet.

Then he softly sneered and got off me.

I sat up, rubbing my wrists. I suddenly felt... empty, stupid.

What was that? I don't understand this feeling. I don't understand what he's doing.

"You’re right," he said, slipping on his shoes. "Just another trophy. A little less shiny. A little less pretty."

My heart was glass, and he smashed it up on the wall.

"Pack up. We leave at noon. Be at the lobby. " he said, heading towards the door. "You know what I hated." Then he left with a loud slam of the door.

My should tensed.

What the hell just happened?

What did he want me to do? Slither on him like a snake? Throw myself at him?

I may have lost control, but does that mean I should lose all of it for him?

I groaned and dragged myself to the shower. Every inch of me ached. Then I saw something new by my bags: a yellow maxi dress, leather gladiator sandals, and a white lily.

"Johnny... why do you make this so complicated?"

The dress fit like it was made for me—except it was backless.

Which meant: tattoo exposure.

"I need a damn cardigan," I muttered, puffing.

I had an hour before noon. I stepped onto the balcony and called Tamara with a heavy heart and confused mind.

Below, the pool was wild—rich women squealing while men flirted and splashed.

"Cassidy?" Tamara answered.

"Hey, Auntie..." I greeted and unloaded everything—what happened, what I realized. She was thrilled—especially about Johnny falling for the woman I'm portraying to be.

"Seriously? That’s a good news! Oh, and speaking of events..."

I leaned on the railing, tugging at the dress fabric.

"You’re still going to my cousin-in-law’s birthday in Seattle, right?"

"Uh... yeah?"

"Okay, so I heard from him that he's getting married soon. He actually planned a bachelor party on a yacht, and he asked me to help find some ladies to… you know? Entertain them."

Cue internal ice bucket challenge. I stood there frozen. "Auntie, I think that this is going way too far."

"Please, Cassidy? Just seduce Johnny. Just him. No more than that. You are the lady masquerade he’s looking for."

I pressed a hand to my forehead and closed my eyes.

"I’ll pay you again. Double. Straight to your account," she said. "If he’s searching for you, this could be the chance first him to find you."

I sighed. Hard. "I don’t know if I can keep this up. I feel like I’m changing."

"Isn’t that what you wanted? A new life? You said you didn’t want to be poor, bullied, invisible. This is how you become someone else," she reminded me of my past. "What I'm trying to say is that, once done, you can look back with a winning smile."

I swallowed hard. Yeah… that was exactly what I told her.

“Didn’t I say everything would be worth it once it’s done? Don’t worry, Cassidy. I won’t hold you forever. I just want my son to realize he needs to stop screwing every woman he meets.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and like fate had a twisted sense of humor, my gaze landed right on a man—Johnny.

He was sitting at the bar, knees apart, leaning back against the counter. Even with his shades on, I could feel his eyes on me.

My grip tightened on the phone.

“I wanted him to stop being immature before it catches up to him. He’s the only hope this family’s got. If he doesn’t start taking life seriously… this whole thing is going nowhere.”

I parted my lips to speak, but his stare had me pinned right where I stand.

Neither of us looked away—even when a woman started running her hands all over him… and kissed him.

What made it hard to breathe was the fact that he kissed her back. Shamelessly.

I had to look away. Because I could already hear something shattering inside me.

“Cassidy? Hello? Are you still there, honey?”

He wants to play? Is that what he wants?

With every ounce of courage I had left, I turned my gaze back to Johnny.

He was still there. The woman was kissing his neck while he never broke eye contact with me.

Through my gritted teeth, I said, “Yes, Auntie. I’ll do it. I’m going to make sure he loses his mind thinking about the lady in the masquerade.”

With that, I ended the call.

“Brace yourself, Johnny.”

Intentionally, I pushed my hair back—the part that covered half my back—before turning around and walk into my room.

Just enough to tease him.

If he’s smart enough to keep up.