An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) by Bethany Rousseau Page A
Authors: Bethany Rousseau
Ads: Link
out a decent excuse!” Matthew cringed, looking at the two men with the car, one of which was watching with interest.
“Can I at least get my phone back?” I laughed, torn between the desire to cry and the righteous rage that filled my mind.
“You fucking tool,” I said, shaking my head and waving his phone in his face, taking a step back when Matthew reached out to grab it. “I ought to call your mom and tell her what an idiot she raised, and about how you’ve been taking such good care of her all those times you were, what was it again? Turning Paola out?” I heard a soft chuckle and fought back the urge to smile. “If you can give me one good reason not to smash this piece of junk on the sidewalk, maybe I’ll let you have it back.” Matthew sighed and glanced at the spectators.
“Jasmine, please. I swear, it wasn’t even anything serious. I’ll never see her again. If you give me my phone back right now I’ll text her to break it off.” I laughed again, feeling my rage transforming into sadness. He had cheated on me, some part of my brain howled. I wanted to hurt him; I wanted to curl up into a ball on my bedroom floor and bawl my eyes out.
“I dunno, Matthew, it looks pretty serious to me. After all, a couple of days ago you told her, ‘No one makes me cum as hard as you, baby. Of course I’m coming over.’ Was that the night you told me you had to take your sister to her dance recital? Maybe I should tell HER what a worthless ass her brother is!” I lifted the phone over my head. “Looks like you’re going to have to get a new phone, ‘sexy.’ Hope you remember Paola’s number.” I threw the phone away from Matthew, as hard as I could, and heard it smash screen-first on the sidewalk.
“Ahem.” I turned on my heel to see the man who had been standing next to the limousine at my elbow. I started, taking a step back, surprised at his sudden intervention. I looked around and noticed the limousine had started up. “I told him I’d rather walk,” the man in front of me said, smiling slightly. Matthew was still hovering, staring from his broken cell phone to me. The limo pulled away and started down the street slowly.
“This is really kind of an inconvenient time,” I told the man. His smile spread wider on his face, and I took a moment to really take him in; the suit was made of very expensive material, tailored exactly to his lean body. If I had to guess, he was probably a few years older than me, but kind of gorgeous, with brilliant blue eyes and dark hair, a clean-shaven face and creamy skin. His teeth weren’t perfectly straight, but the slight gap between his bottom front teeth was almost sexier than if they had been orthodontist-approved. His gaze was warm as he looked at me.
“I can see that. I apologize if I’m interrupting, but it occurred to me that you might want someone to bear more obvious witness to your condemnation of this…” he gestured toward Matthew. As he spoke, I noticed that the mystery man had a faint accent—British, perhaps, though it was softened. “Was he really foolish enough to cheat on you?” I felt myself smiling, almost laughing genuinely at the surprise in his voice.
“With some bitch named Paola, no less,” I informed the man, starting to relax and almost enjoy myself. Matthew looked miserable and uncomfortable, which pleased me. The man shook his head, glanced at Matt and chuckled.
“I believe at a time like this, that a woman as beautiful as yourself deserves a big glass of wine and an amazing dinner. You must be starving.” I felt myself blushing slightly, both at the compliment and at the obvious invitation.
“Well, it just so happens that I am conveniently single just now,” I replied, smoothing my hair instinctively. The man smiled again, and I bit my lip, wondering if I had taken leave of my senses; I didn’t even know his name. “My name is—” I started. The man in front of me nodded,
“Can I at least get my phone back?” I laughed, torn between the desire to cry and the righteous rage that filled my mind.
“You fucking tool,” I said, shaking my head and waving his phone in his face, taking a step back when Matthew reached out to grab it. “I ought to call your mom and tell her what an idiot she raised, and about how you’ve been taking such good care of her all those times you were, what was it again? Turning Paola out?” I heard a soft chuckle and fought back the urge to smile. “If you can give me one good reason not to smash this piece of junk on the sidewalk, maybe I’ll let you have it back.” Matthew sighed and glanced at the spectators.
“Jasmine, please. I swear, it wasn’t even anything serious. I’ll never see her again. If you give me my phone back right now I’ll text her to break it off.” I laughed again, feeling my rage transforming into sadness. He had cheated on me, some part of my brain howled. I wanted to hurt him; I wanted to curl up into a ball on my bedroom floor and bawl my eyes out.
“I dunno, Matthew, it looks pretty serious to me. After all, a couple of days ago you told her, ‘No one makes me cum as hard as you, baby. Of course I’m coming over.’ Was that the night you told me you had to take your sister to her dance recital? Maybe I should tell HER what a worthless ass her brother is!” I lifted the phone over my head. “Looks like you’re going to have to get a new phone, ‘sexy.’ Hope you remember Paola’s number.” I threw the phone away from Matthew, as hard as I could, and heard it smash screen-first on the sidewalk.
“Ahem.” I turned on my heel to see the man who had been standing next to the limousine at my elbow. I started, taking a step back, surprised at his sudden intervention. I looked around and noticed the limousine had started up. “I told him I’d rather walk,” the man in front of me said, smiling slightly. Matthew was still hovering, staring from his broken cell phone to me. The limo pulled away and started down the street slowly.
“This is really kind of an inconvenient time,” I told the man. His smile spread wider on his face, and I took a moment to really take him in; the suit was made of very expensive material, tailored exactly to his lean body. If I had to guess, he was probably a few years older than me, but kind of gorgeous, with brilliant blue eyes and dark hair, a clean-shaven face and creamy skin. His teeth weren’t perfectly straight, but the slight gap between his bottom front teeth was almost sexier than if they had been orthodontist-approved. His gaze was warm as he looked at me.
“I can see that. I apologize if I’m interrupting, but it occurred to me that you might want someone to bear more obvious witness to your condemnation of this…” he gestured toward Matthew. As he spoke, I noticed that the mystery man had a faint accent—British, perhaps, though it was softened. “Was he really foolish enough to cheat on you?” I felt myself smiling, almost laughing genuinely at the surprise in his voice.
“With some bitch named Paola, no less,” I informed the man, starting to relax and almost enjoy myself. Matthew looked miserable and uncomfortable, which pleased me. The man shook his head, glanced at Matt and chuckled.
“I believe at a time like this, that a woman as beautiful as yourself deserves a big glass of wine and an amazing dinner. You must be starving.” I felt myself blushing slightly, both at the compliment and at the obvious invitation.
“Well, it just so happens that I am conveniently single just now,” I replied, smoothing my hair instinctively. The man smiled again, and I bit my lip, wondering if I had taken leave of my senses; I didn’t even know his name. “My name is—” I started. The man in front of me nodded,
Similar Books
