My Billionaire Vampire Mate

Today was not a normal day in the upper East side of New York City. It was the birthday of Queen bee Ivy Brown. She is the dream of many. A countless number of men have tried to pursue our Queen Bee. But they all failed in their attempts.  Our Queen Bee is not someone who gets impressed easily. She was born with a silver spoon and she lived her whole life like a princess. She wasn't willing to settle for any peasants. She was looking for a prince—and she still hasn't met him yet.  Ivy's friends had perfectly planned her surprise party in the city's most luxurious club. They had pre-booked a VIP lounge and all of their circle of friends were invited. Then her friends had blindfolded Ivy from her home and took her to the club. Ivy was only freed after they got in their lounge.  She was surprised by the efforts her friends made for her party. Yet, she wasn't satisfied. 'The decorations could have been better,' she sighed to herself. But she didn't want to complain to her friends now. She doesn't want her special day to get ruined. She had a superstitious belief that if her birthday is ruined, then her whole year would get uninteresting too!  Ivy sat down on her comfy blue settee with her two close friends Aleina and Jenny. These two were more like her minions than her friends. They both helped her in clicking the perfect pictures of her and they posted them for her on i********:. Without them, she would have never been able to maintain her status as the Queen Bee of the Upper Eastside.  Ivy loved being in the spotlight more than anything else. Even now the bartenders who were serving them wine were sneaking glances at her. Why wouldn't they?! Ivy was wearing a strapless pink gown that revealed her pale bare neck. Her blonde hair was shining golden under the chandelier lights. And her blue eyes were glittering like sapphire crystals. She looked like a real-life Barbie doll today!  Her minion Aleina took a couple of pictures of her holding the wine glass and she immediately posted them on i********:. Within minutes she got thousands of likes and new followers. Life couldn't be any better than this for her? Or could it be?!  ………….. Tristan was in a foul mood today. His arch-enemy had taken the business deal which he wanted to get desperately. He was so angry that he had lost the deal. And he hated losing something more than anything else.  "Mr. Thompson! Please listen! We can invest in something else than this. This deal is not that much of worth anyway," his personal assistant Ricky said to him. But Tristan was in no mood to listen. He wanted to kill his enemy right now. And his enemy was none other than the owner of this club. "He must be here now," he said and scanned the lower floor of the club. But when he didn't find his enemy, he climbed up the stairs that led them to the VIP arena. Here only the rich and elite people were there. "Mr. Thompson! We can't risk killing Connor in a public place like this. It won't be an easy task for us to erase the tracks." Ricky told him. "I don't care," Tristan growled like a hungry animal. "I want to kill him now!" Tristan moved towards a closed-door like a hungry predator looking for its prey. Ricky followed him helplessly. He didn't know how to tame his boss. His boss is usually normal—but he gets hyper when he loses something. He knows the reason for his behavior. He has lost so many people in his life before. Tristan slammed open the door of the private lounge and got into the room in the hopes of finding his enemy. But the sight that welcomed him left him dazed. Ivy and her friends were waiting for the cake to arrive so that they could post a reel on it. She even imagined celebrities wishing her birthday under her reels. But suddenly, the door of the lounge swung open and two men got in. They both were wearing black colored suits and the tall one among them had diamond cufflinks in his cuffs.  As the tall man got near her, she noticed his shiny diamond watch that glittered with diamonds on them. Ivy realized that this man is a super-rich guy. Only after that did she decide to look up at his face. He was like a male model! 'Not bad,' she thought in her mind. Even though the man was rich and handsome and perfect, she didn't like that he barged in her lounge like this. What is he thinking? Doesn't he have manners that one shouldn't enter the private lounge that is booked by others?!  She got up from the settee and moved near the man who was staring at her in awe. Deep down she was happy that this man was admiring her, but she didn't show off that in her face. "Get out of here," she yelled at him.  Ricky was shocked by the way the pretty girl yelled at him. No one has ever yelled at Tristan before and got away with it. He expected that he would punish this girl now. But he didn't! Tristan was just smiling at the girl as if she had said something pleasant to him. "Are you deaf?! Get out of here! I dare you to not ruin my special day. If you do, then I will personally hunt you down and…." Ivy paused. "And what are you going to do to me?" Tristan's seductive lips curled up in a smirk. He moved so close to her and whispered in her ear, "Are you going to punish me?!" Ivy's whole body shuddered. This man's alluring golden brown eyes and his baritone voice had some kind of effect on her that made her go weak in her knees. But she is not going to fall for this man. Not when he is interrupting her party! "Get out now or I am calling the cops," she yelled at him.  Ricky was stunned now. No girl has ever threatened him this way before.  "Fine, Barbie girl! I am leaving now. But very soon I'll come for you," he said and turned away from her.  Tristan still wasn't able to stop smiling even after he came out of the lounge. A few minutes ago he was so bloodthirsty and he wanted to kill a man. But after seeing that barbie girl, he became like a drunken man. His mind was full of bliss and free from the tension.  He turned to Ricky and said, "We are going to invest in something else now." "What is it, Mr. Thompson?" Ricky asked eagerly. "That girl! I want to own that girl," Tristan said in a deep tone.