Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 13: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Thirteen

“Mast… Mr Haswell. Is something wrong? Have I … have I done something wrong?”

He almost jerks back to reality and smiles at me. “No, not at all, Elizabeth. I just have a lot to think about right now. I’m sorry. It’s not very gracious of me to sit in silence. And also, here …” he takes my hand before continuing, “… here, in this place, in this setting, it is ‘Richard.’”

Relief washes over me. “I was beginning to worry that I had upset you, Richard.”

He leans close and kisses me on the forehead, cupping my face in his hands. “No, I am simply distracted. Please, do enjoy your meal. Is your fish good?”

“Yes, very.” In fact, the fish is divine, with tender white flakes in a buttery sauce, piquant with capers and lemon, and served with tiny, bite-size vegetables, crisp and fresh, that taste as though they were still on the plant five minutes ago. The restaurant deserves its reputation and is a world away from the takeout pizza I was living on only a short time ago.

Later, Ross drives the car to my apartment to drop me off.

Richard almost growls when he sees where we are. “I don’t like you living here, Elizabeth. It’s not safe. I can understand why you lived here … in your previous life … you couldn’t afford any better then, but it’s different now. Why haven’t you moved somewhere else?”

“Oh, I will. I have somewhere picked out, in fact. But I’m waiting for my first paycheck to come through. Then, trust me,” I laugh. “I’ll be out of here. They won’t see me for dust.”

“Of course, yes. That’s good. Good night, Elizabeth.” He kisses me as I step out of the car.

still there and Ross and Richard are both looking at me.

his head, pointing to the rear seats. “He’s made it clear that if I don’t stay long enough

It’s nice to know that someone will take the trouble to

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evaporates into a feeling of let-down. Why? I’ve had a wonderful evening, have been wined and dined, had sex that left me wanting to scrape the top of my head off the ceiling. Why do I suddenly feel blue? The food, so delicious,

lonely for him. I would like to be curled up in his

with some very good terms written into the agreement we made. I will have all the good things in life, including the

of a lifetime. Nonetheless,

as he commands me with deep, deep blue eyes gazing at my breasts, my sex. I think of the obvious pleasure he takes in bringing me to crashing orgasms, of his beautiful body, lean and tanned in those linen

to a spectacular orgasm every time, but I am beginning to wish that he might, just once, make

is not in the contract. Oh, God. Don’t let me fall in love with

deeply as I open my legs, raising my knees, and parting my thighs to allow

his eyes on me, watching closely as he commands me to spread myself open, stretch my pussy lips open to his inspection, to pleasure myself, to bring myself to climax, to fuck myself so that he can

desire, brilliant in lust, looking at me as he instructs me in his wishes. I am to have no secrets. He must see

arousal rising sweet and hot from within, under the power he has over

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