Billionaire Flawed 2(43)

“So you want to marry me?” Danielle asked, confused?

“To put it bluntly, my father is old-fashioned. That’s a polite way of saying if I marry a black woman, he’ll lose his mind.”

Danielle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She sat up, and then quickly got out of the bed. “What’s a polite way to tell you to fuck off?” she asked, bending and grabbing her panties and pulling them on.

“I’ll pay you a million dollars. Marry me. Six months. We can get divorced after, and I’ll give you a million dollars. I don’t want to be married, but if it keeps my father from cutting me off, I can work with it. In six months, that’s long enough to seem like I made an effort, and I can go back to partying, and you can come back here, a million dollars richer. You go to school?”

Danielle nodded. She put her bra back on, and then looked to the man.

“It’s expensive, right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“So take a million dollars. Live with me for half a year. It will be like a vacation. Take a semester off, then come back and do your thing, with a little bit of money.”

“A million dollars isn’t a little bit of money,” Danielle said.

“Think about it,” Ray said. “But don’t take too long. Vegas is the perfect place to tie the knot, don’t you think?



4

Two days after Ray had fucked Danielle, she was standing inside a small white chapel, and a man dressed like Elvis was reading vows. She had struggled to come to a decision, but ultimately the money wasn’t something she could pass up, and she knew Ray was good for it.

It only took ten minutes, and then she was married. Mrs. Danielle Ferris. One of Ray’s friends was there to witness it, but when they left he got in his own car and drove off, and Danielle climbed into the passenger seat of Ray’s car. It was as black as tar and freshly shined, and the young rich white man made the engine roar as they raced back to his hotel. The penthouse suite was empty and clean, and they sat on the couch awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“I could write you the check now,” Ray said. “If you promise to stay for six months. You can put it in the bank later today, grow some interest on it.”

“Alright,” Danielle said. Speaking of their arrangement made her feel strange, and almost a little dirty. It didn’t seem right, but she wasn’t in a position to turn down a million dollars. Ray got up and wrote her a check, and then she slid it into her purse. She was wearing a white sundress, thin and short. He wore a button-up shirt and a tie, both purple. He looked quite handsome, and Danielle found herself thinking about the sweaty and exhilarating sex they had two nights before.

“Do you want a drink?” Ray asked, and she laughed.

“God yes,” she said.

He poured her one, and then made one for himself, and they sat together again.

“I should get to know you,” Ray said.

“Okay,” Danielle said.

“Then let’s play a game,” he said. “I’ll ask you a question, and if it’s to personal for you to answer truthfully, you have to remove an article of clothing. I’ll do the same.”

“That’s not fair, I only have the dress and panties on,” Danielle laughed.

“Hey, those sandals count too. That’s two more things.”

“Alright then.”

“I’ll go first,” Ray said. “Do you have any siblings?”

Danielle shook her head. “Nope.”

“Okay, you ask.”

“Ever had your heart broken?”

“Yes. Have you ever had a threesome?”

Danielle laughed. “No.” She looked to Ray. “Who broke your heart?”

He grinned after a moment, and then took his tie off. The game wore on, and after an hour she was naked, sitting on the couch. She hadn’t answered a question about her father, nor one about a friend of hers who had died, and then she was barefoot. Ray asked another question about her dad, and she lost the dress. He was in nothing but his underwear, a bulge evident at his crotch when he asked her his last question. “Does it annoy you that you want me to fuck you again?”

Danielle had smiled seductively at the man and slid out of her panties. He took her on the couch.

5

Within a couple of days of her sudden and abrupt wedding, Danielle had pulled out of school for at least a semester and had quit her weekend job. She had packed up her meager collection of belongings from her dorm and then shoved the couple of boxes into his tiny black sports car and rode with him to California.

It was awkward being around Ray, and he seemed to feel it too. The whole thing was insane, and Danielle wasn’t quite sure she had even registered it yet. It was some abstract thing that was happening, marrying a man, moving in with him, all for a million dollars, and all to make his father angry.