The Irresistible Billionaire

Chapter 21

"Ouch..." I moaned while pulling on my underwear. I could feel my legs shaking, my body aching, and the soreness down there—yes, I felt it all.

Like mashed potatoes. That’s me now.

After being my boss’s lunch, snack, and dessert, I think I’ll need all the energy I can get just to survive dinner that is if I don’t pass out from cumming past my limit.

Johnny wants me deserted, and I actually let him?

Fudge. Him.

"What’s taking you so long?" Speak of the devil—Johnny suddenly barged into my room while I was still suffering from the wreckage he caused.

Oh right, I forgot. He insisted on driving me home so I could change for dinner. Meanwhile, he’s already all clean and dressed up in a fresh, well-pressed silk shirt and pants that smell like a new, expensive car. Looking literally out of my budget.

Gripping my skirt—the one I hadn’t worn yet—I used it to cover myself. This man really doesn’t understand the concept of privacy.

I must’ve swallowed my yelp. I just stared at him, wide-eyed and frozen.

He snorted, then plopped down on my mattress like a kid and snatched the skirt from my hands, exposing me in just my bra and underwear.

Wait. The tattoo!

I scrambled to cover myself with my hands and screamed, "Get out!"

Like a penguin, I marched over and yanked my skirt back from him while he mockingly held it against his waist.

"I’ve seen you naked. What’s left to hide?" he asked, peeking at me and licking his lips.

"Can’t you just behave and wait outside?" I groaned, quickly putting my clothes on despite the pain. I kept my back out of his sight or this show will be over. Goodbye dollars.

"Behaving feels like a death sentence," he said, lounging on my bed like he owned it and eyeing me—no, eye-raping me—while I buttoned my oversized brown shirt. "Were you fingering yourself in the bathroom? Just tell me. I’ll be happy to serve," he chuckled, sounding like a screeching tire while making a crude finger gesture.

I can’t believe this man.

He smirked while I scowled. He knows how to get on my nerves.

"Could you please leave for one second before I kick you out? I knew this would happen and still let you in," I sighed in frustration, walking over to grab a hair tie from the drawer.

But as I bent down, Johnny lifted the hem of my skirt.

"Johnny!" I shouted, swatting his hand away.

"Why do you always hide under these ugly outfits? You’ve got nice curves and smooth skin. Show it off." He propped himself up on his elbows, checking me out from head to toe. "And what’s with that massive shirt? Can’t you wear something your size?"

"Did I ask for your opinion on my clothes?" I snapped.

"Nope. I’m the one asking you to sit on my face," he said with a stupid grin, sticking out his tongue and wiggling it fast.

I groaned and turned away, but this jerk just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

"Ooh... what are these?" he said teasingly, snooping through my drawer. "Is this your stress reliever? This is different from other one you threatened to kill me with? I remember that was rose, this is an egg."

I turned and saw him holding my lush vibrator—sniffing it.

Like lightning, I snatched it away, but before I could attack, he grabbed my waist and held me in place, snickering.

"Whoa..." he laughed. "Relax. What? Did you forget to wash it?"

I smacked his forehead. "I swear to God, Johnny. Give it back. Right now."

"Okay, okay. On one condition," he bargained, sliding his hands slowly around my hip. "Wear it during dinner."

I scoffed and snatched it back. "Are you serious? Why would I ever do that for you? Even if you paid me with gold bars, I wouldn’t wear it outdoors." I shoved it back in the drawer and turned to leave.

But he grabbed me with full force and pulled me onto his lap.

"Oh yes, you will." He pulled a tiny disc from his pocket and waved it in front of me.

"What’s that?"

He hummed, kissed the disc, and tucked it back into his pocket. "Our movie."

No. No way. "You... videotaped what we did?"

He pouted and shrugged. "Not exactly how I’d put it. Let’s just call it a contract between you and me."

I muttered curses under my breath, pushing off him and pointing a finger at his smug face. "You’re an animal."

"I know I’m handsome."

"How could you do this to me?" I asked, feeling like the dirtiest woman alive. How much more do I have to suffer for money? "You should’ve just fired me after you had me."

"But I like you. I never sleep with women twice. They get clingy. You don’t."

"I’m not your woman, Johnny."

"Right. You’re my secretary. And what do secretaries do for their boss? Dumb jobs. Lucky for you, I’m dumb. So, you gotta do me." He winked, grabbed my vibrator again, and stood up. "Bend over."

No way. No freaking way!

I refused. Declined. Objected. But the ending?

"Uncomfortable?" he had the nerve to ask.

I glared at him—and that only made him smile. I’d been squirming in my seat ever since we sat down at the restaurant, waiting for Tamara to arrive.

"Let’s make a rule," he said casually, watching me suffer. "Every time you glare at me, talk back, or do something I don't like, this..."

I felt the vibration inside me. My body jerked, and I gasped. My hand flew to my mouth.

"...will happen," he added, turning it off. "So please, Cassy babe, don’t be nice to me. I want to make you cum."

I wanted to call him a bastard and be done with it, but instead, I forced a smile. "You’ll be disappointed," I said—and yelped when he turned it on again for a few seconds.

"Yes, baby. Keep it coming." He triumphantly beamed at me.

Right on cue, Tamara arrived and apologized for being late.

I slowly stood up, stumbling as I tried to greet her, gripping the tablecloth like it was my lifeline.

"Gosh, traffic’s giving me wrinkles," she laughed. But from her tone, I could tell—another storm was coming. "Have you two ordered yet?"

"My lovely secretary wanted to show respect to my favorite woman," Johnny said, not even pretending to be a gentleman. "So we waited. But I’m famished. Worked myself out too much earlier."

I gulped hard. His words held weight—and not the kind I liked.

The waiter introduced himself and handed us menus.

"I’ll have the tomahawk steak and caviar," Johnny said. "Same for her."

Since when did I become a liability? Where’s my right to order a fancy dinner on someone else’s tab?

My lips twitched, but I clamped them shut when Johnny raised an eyebrow, daring me to slip.

This man is living his best life at my expense.

Once I get that disc, I’m kicking his shin. I don’t care if he’s my boss—or the hottest man alive. When I want revenge, I get it.

"I’ll have the grilled salmon salad, and a panna cotta for dessert," Tamara said, giving me a glance.

The waiter—waitress? Honestly, I don’t know the pronouns to use—asked for our drink orders.

Tamara asked for a Chardonnay. Johnny named a fancy liquor I’d never heard of, then ordered the same for me.

Like... what’s the point of having a mouth if I can’t use it to speak up?

"Won’t you ask Cassidy?" Tamara noticed.

"She hasn’t been eating well lately, Mom. Said she had no idea what to eat tonight since she’s already been... fed this afternoon. Right, Cass?"

He just had to enunciate that part.

I straightened up and inhaled. I probably made a weird face trying not to moan from the vibrator tickling inside me.

"Oh yeah," I laughed awkwardly, clearing my throat. "Really got... uh, drowned in work earlier, so..." I trailed off, kicking Johnny under the table. Thank God, he gave me a break.

"Perfect! Let’s eat until we throw up," Tamara said cheerfully.

If only she knew. Her son has me stuck somewhere between Zeus’ garden in the heavens and Hades’ kingdom in underworld.

"So, about the event in Seattle," Tamara started, looking at her son. "I won’t be able to go there with you to attend. I have things to do in Hong Kong. But I've already talked to our host."

"That’s fine. Cassidy’s going with me," he said.

"She is?" Tamara blinked, clearly caught off guard.

I winced when she looked at me. I knew she was thinking about how that would mess with our bachelor party plans.

"Mr. Miles insisted, and I honestly don’t see how—ahh..." I couldn’t finish. The vibrator started again. My legs crossed tightly. My core pulsed.

"Since what?" Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow, upping the speed.

"Uhm..." I covered my mouth, eyes closing in struggle.

"What’s that?" Tamara mumbled, checking her bag. Her phone? She must have heard the intense vibration.

I kicked Johnny again under the table. He ignored it. I spiraled closer to climax.

And just as I was about to hit the peak, he turned it off but I felt myself levitated to the clouds.

"Here are your drinks—ah!" the waiter slipped, spilling the whole tray.

Tamara jumped up to help.

But the liquid he slipped from wasn't because of the tiled floor… it came from my seat?

I yelped when I felt the icy water hit my lap. Johnny made a dramatic fuss, grabbing napkins like he didn’t do it on purpose.

As I stood up, he leaned in and whispered... "Squirtie."