Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(155)

"Where is it going to take me?" I ask him.

"It's going to bring you to my place," he says confidently. I wonder if  he's that hard up for sex that he needs me again. "We're going to watch  the product launch and the match up together."

Well, let's just say that's a surprise.

I honestly don't know what to say here.

I swear to you  –  this is just too much.

I'm just a simple girl from Southern California. I'm not someone who  normally plays these games that billionaires play. I'm at the end of my  wits.

I'm all check-mated out.

"I just got word the car's outside, Brit," Ethan says.

I've been silent, but I know that if there's even a sliver of a chance  that I can go back and reclaim the father of my child I'll take it.

"I'll be right down," I tell him, my mind made up.

If there's even a chance for him and I, I'm going to do everything I can to take it.

For me, yeah. But for him as well. And most of all, for the baby.





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Ethan





I can fucking tell the moment the car pulls up to the curb of One57.

I mean, fuck, I could have told you what Brittney was wearing from the moment she got in the fucking car.

I've got sensors on the car, telling me exactly where it's at. I've got cameras in the car that I can see the passengers.

The cameras in the car though, that one is actually because we filmed a  movie once, two people fucking in the backseat of a limo. That's not  purposely being a fucking spy or whatever. I think we called those  series something like ‘Ride Me: Backseat Confessions' or something.

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that it's not a big shocker when I  see Brittney getting out of the car and walking toward the entrance of  the building as the doorman to One57 based on the tiny micro camera I  have installed on the lobby.

Yeah, I get shit for it. Every so often, some billionaire's bodyguard or  intelligence person finds it. They remove it or destroy it with white  noise. But for times like this, where I can use this tablet to watch  this beautiful woman get out of the limo in a tight black dress that's  accentuating her hips and showcasing her tits, it's absolutely amazing.

Oh yeah, you heard me right. I watch a whole bunch of shit and keep recordings of the surveillance on my fucking tablet.

Remember the first time Brittney came by? I was watching something and  totally entranced by it and you wanted to know what it was that was so  fucking fascinating but I wouldn't tell you?

Well, here's me telling you right now.

I have these cameras watching, recording, and showing me what happens in  places when I'm not there. I got one in my office, around various rooms  in Illicit Entertainment, in my homes, in my cars, you name it.

In fact, what I was watching that day when Brittney first came over was-

Fuck, there she is actually, ringing the doorbell.

That was fast.

I'll tell you later, okay?

Right now I walk to the door to open it and reveal a very wary looking Brittney Roman.

I also gotta be a bit honest here.

I look at Brittney, and I know you think I should be mad or something.  But all I want to do right now is two things in the world.

I want to pull her close to me and wrap my arms around her. Tell her to  stop feeling down. Tell her everything is going to be alright. Make her  stop worrying-stop beating herself up, which I know she's doing. I want  to make her happy and tell her that I want to protect her for the rest  of her life. That I never want anything to get in the middle of us.  Ever. That I fucking love her.

Yeah, that's the first thing.

The second thing I want to do is fuck her brains out. I'm completely  serious. After I tell her how much I love her, I want to rip off her  clothes and fuck her like a whore. Bring her to a whole new level of  fucking pleasure than she's ever been before. Fuck her so hard that she  forgets what walking is all about she's so fucking sore. Make her scream  so loud that only the fucking birds hear her. I want to own her. Body  and fucking soul.

And mark my fucking words, darlin', I'm going to do all that.         

     



 

First though, I hold the door open and look at her.

"Come on in, babe, it's okay," I tell her. She looks at me and warily  walks in the door. I smile as she passes me and turns her head back to  look at me.

I let a moment pass. Her ass is just too good to not stare.

"Should I leave you and my ass alone so you two can catch up?" Brittney  asks me and I look up. She's got the faint hint of a smile going.

"That's the girl I remember," I tell her, grinning at her. "There she is."

"Don't tell me you forgot in a week and a half?" she asks me, with a small pout.

I take a few steps toward her and lean in to kiss her.

It's a chaste fucking kiss. Nothing at all like I'm going to do to her in a bit. But it's all the situation needs right now.

When I pull my head back, I see her. Her eyes are closed and she's enjoying it.

I wrap my arms around her.

"Hey," I tell her. "It's okay. Really. Listen to me … " I say, but she doesn't let me finish.

"No, Ethan, it's not okay, okay?" Brittney says with a ferocity I didn't expect. "I played you, and it's not okay."

"You did?" I ask, with a raised eyebrow.

Despite everything that's going on, she sticks her tongue out at me.

"Well, fine," she says to me. "I tried to play you. But sure, I failed,  but in the end you still let me. I can't believe you just handed over  the software code for the I.E. to me," she says to me, her words rushing  out like water out of a damn.

"Listen babe," I start again, trying to get in a word edgewise. "I think  that it's going to be okay … " Again though Brittney cuts me off.

"How?" she asks me, pressing herself against me. "I had to give Simon  the code and he had enough time to build the prototype you spent so much  time on. And how the fuck can you not be freaking out at me right now?"  Brittney asks.

I pause. She's starting to get hysterical.

I guess I could start fucking talking.

But instead, I take the remote near the side table and turn on the television.

"Let's sit down," I tell her. "The product match-up should be starting soon."

Brittney sighs heavily, but she follows me to the sofa where we both  sit. It takes her a moment of hesitation before she's able to curl up  into me as we both watch TV. I don't mind. She's probably more confused  than anything right now.

I mean, she fucking betrayed me and saw how I angry I was when we were fucking ten days ago, right?

And now, I'm holding her close and telling her everything is okay?

"Just watch," I tell her.

You should listen to that advice too.

I mean, it's the perfect day in Times Square for the launch. No, I have  no need to be there. Cheryl's planned it well enough that our  spokespeople can do the heavy lifting while I watch with the woman I  love.

Besides, it's going to be awesome.

Within moments, Today USA is broadcasting both Illicit Entertainment and  Conners Media representatives as they stand side-by-side on a raised  platform at the intersection of Broadway and 42nd Street. There's an  emcee from the network. Behind him is a giant 40-foot projection screen.  The whole point of this demo is to have an user put on the respective  glasses and have it transmit what the user is seeing on the projection  screen.

If you're scratching your head and wondering if it's a bit over the  fucking top, let me just stop you right there and remind you of one  thing.

Just remember who's telling the fucking story here, okay?

Does it say Bonnie Believable on the cover?

Or does it have my girl, Alexis Angel's name?

I'm thinking it's the latter. Which means in this version of reality,  our society has gotten to the point where it's not just okay to do a  demonstration of a gadget that is intended for explicit sexual use, but  it's celebrated enough that one of the largest broadcast networks is  holding a product competition that they'll air over public fucking  airwaves.

Over the top? You fucking bet, babe.

"I can't believe they're going to actually do this demo," Brittney says quietly. "It's so insane to watch porn in a group."

Jesus, it's like I can't get a fucking break here.

"You're pretty insane for doing this," she says, turning her head to  face me. She wriggles her body as she does so and all that means is that  her ass is wiggling against my cock. I sigh. She knows what she's  doing. But if she enjoys teasing me now, that's fine. I'm going to be  making her scream later for every tease now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us today as we celebrate  the launch of not one but two revolutionary products in the personal  entertainment arena," the announcer says into his microphone.  "Throughout history, this country has been the source of innovation and  ingenuity. That drive and spirit are on full display here as we pit two  of the most anticipated products of the year-the Illicit Escape  manufactured by Illicit Entertainment against the Wicked Wear  manufactured by Conners Media."

The crowd cheers as the announcer continues. "Due to FCC limitations, we  will only be able to show the first few minutes of the experience that  each of our users will be seeing," he says. Makes sense. I doubt they'll  be able to show full scale fucking in Times Square just yet. Maybe 10  to 15 years from now, but not today. "We'll be using the projector  screen behind us and splitting it. On the right hand side will be  Conners Media. On the left hand side will be Illicit Entertainment. Are  the participants all ready and wired in?"