Wicked: Billionaire Rules (Alpha Billionaire New Adult Romance) by Nikki Snow Page A

walking me backward until my back was against a cool stone wall. He pressed into me and I could feel him hard against my stomach. My sex clenched and I moaned as he leaned down to kiss me.
    I let him take me for a split second but then pushed away. “No!” I screamed at him. “Take me home right now. Don’t touch me!”
    Leo pressed a button on his cell phone and a moment later the limo was there, door open, the light on inside. My coat lay on the seat.
    I climbed in, freezing and shaking. I rubbed my arms as the heat of the limo warmed my chilled blood. Leo stepped in and the limo screeched off into the night.
    We made it back to the villa a few moments later and I stormed inside. When I found it to the room that was mine, I slammed the door behind me. I wanted to check my bank account and book a flight out of Holland as soon as possible.
    I couldn’t take the lies and deceit a second longer. Trying to put me in the middle of an orgy was beyond the pale. I would never forgive him for that.
    After I quickly changed into something comfortable, I sat down at the desk in front of my laptop and checked my bank account. Sure enough, the twenty grand was there. I breathed a sigh of relief and then went about checking flights back to New York.
    I booked a flight for early the next morning, locked the door, and got into bed.

25
    A s I was falling asleep , I heard Leo outside my door. He knocked several times, trying to say he was sorry. I didn’t want to listen. Pressing my eyes tightly closed, I tried to sleep.
    Early the next morning, I showered and got ready to go. I had a taxi waiting for me before I even left my room. On my way down the stairs, Leo was there looking apologetic.
    Too little too late.
    “What’s wrong, Kira? Is this about the club?”
    “What is wrong with you, you pervert. How dare you put me in the middle of an orgy without my permission?”
    “I thought you would enjoy it,” he admitted.
    “Well, you obviously don’t know me very well,” I said, brushing past him and charging down the stairs.
    “Let me make it up to you. I miscalculated. It won’t happen again.”
    “You’re right about that,” I screamed as I opened the front door and slammed it behind me.
    Outside on the sidewalk, I climbed into the taxi and made it to the airport. I didn’t even stop to think until I was on the plane. Sitting there, gripping my coat to my chest, I began to cry.
    The plane taxied out to the runway, and as we took off, the butterflies in my stomach only made me cry harder.
    A stewardess came to comfort me and offer me something to drink as soon as the plane leveled out. I asked for a glass of water and tried to calm down so that I wouldn’t upset everyone around me. Totally embarrassed, I hid my head in my hands and made myself relax.
    Whatever didn’t kill you made you stronger, right? What a stupid saying. It wasn’t at all comforting, but it was right. I knew I was strong enough to overcome this. I’d be fine. Everything would be all right. I’d be able to pay my rent and tuition and I never had to see Leo Cole or go to one of his freaky bilLeonaire sex clubs ever again.
    That thought comforted me more than anything else possibly could. I leaned back in my chair and settled in for the flight, imagining what I would do with my money.
    I landed in New York twelve hours later. It was only midday in New York when I arrived. I took a taxi home and found my apartment had heat and lights again.
    Still wired from the flight, I went about getting some bills paid and getting my homework finished for class the next day. I’d only missed a few days of class, and I hoped my professors would be forgiving. Thankfully, I hadn’t missed any papers or exams.
    As dusk settled over Brooklyn, the full force of my fatigue hit me. I staggered to my bedroom and fell instantly to sleep.
    My alarm went off early the next morning, and I forced myself out of bed. Luckily, there was still coffee in the apartment. The milk was