Drive Him Wild (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA Volume 2) by Eve Montelibano Page B

everything! Why would he want to pop my cherry for christ’s sake?! I feel so insulted!”
    Anouska was looking at her like she had sprouted mushrooms in her hair. “You feel insulted? Why?”
    “My cherry is the most ridiculed cherry in the world! Now why on earth would this guy who has the entire world practically lapping at his hands, who’s dated Brigitte the freakin’ Harlot who looks like a goddamn Barbie on steroids, like to pop my freakin’ cherry?! For what? Because he’s so froshing bored, that’s what?!”
    “You think the other bidders aren’t bored rich men?”
    “Well, they’re not as famous, except for Kim... and...and they’re not that hot! That’s why they posted the bids. They wanna be famous and they wanna feel hot through my cherry.”
    Anouska shook her head. “You’re extra looney today, Vanna.”
    “And did he have to kiss like a romance book hero?!” She bawled louder.
    “Oh, he kissed you last night?”
    She made an unladylike growl.
    “Aha! You already chose him last night!”
    Valenna shook her head, wiping her tears. “I changed my mind. I’ll choose from the others.”
    “What?! Seriously?!”
    “I don’t wanna give my cherry to a bored man who would forget about it the next day. That guy has probably popped dozens! You saw him. Cherries were probably chasing him since high school. Well, I would give mine to somebody who would frame my hymen’s blood and put it in his family museum as a macho trophy! I want him to be proud he took my cherry and brag about it to his friends! I don’t wanna be compared to Brigitte. At least Kerion can’t compare us, but I can’t live with Giane comparing us and I’m sure I can’t hold a candle to that maneater who can suck chrome off a Zoldatti bumper! I saw with my own eyes how she was making Kerion sing soprano and that jerk couldn’t sing if his life depended on it! No, that would be too much for me to take. My ego is still too fragile for Brigitte,” she admitted the last bit grudgingly.
    Anouska was laughing at her now. “You’re ten varieties of nuts today, girl. Okay, I can understand how you feel about her but the woman’s a skank, Vanna. She would hump anything that sprouts a dick. So what if Giane used to fuck her? She was obviously just one of his past flings.”
    “Just like I will be. Just a one night stand.”
    “Well, he didn’t buy her for 50 million dollars. That’s the difference.”
    But her mind was set. “Call Damon Reed and cancel his bid. I’m not choosing his client.”
    Anouska’s jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
    She speared Anouska with a look that brooked no arguments. “Have you ever heard me joke about turning down 50 million dollars? Do it. I’ll get ready for the press junket.”
    She stood up and entered her bedroom again.

    To wake up without feeling like the biggest loser in the universe was a breath of fresh air. He’d slept uninterrupted by nightmares last night. He was actually dreaming. Of lavender fields and whiskey eyes and hair reflecting sunbeams.
    Smiling, Giane took a shower and got ready for the day. He had obligations to fulfill for the F21 franchise. Several press junkets awaited him today. Oddly, the thought that he’d be grilled about his loss in the first race of the season which he usually won didn’t make his stomach turn this morning when yesterday, he wanted to disappear from the face of the earth and lick his wounds elsewhere.
    When he emerged into the suite’s living room, Damon was already there, dressed impeccably in a suit and busy with his laptop. Damon slept late and woke up earlier than most humans. He wondered if his right hand man slept at all. Without even taking his eyes off the monitor, Damon started summarizing the state of his finances that day.
    “Our boy from Merryl is planning to unload some 8 million shares of your GM stocks at Nasdaq tomorrow.”
    “Why?”
    “There’s talk that Uncle Sam’s going to unload half of its 500