Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(103)

"Fuck," I breathe out, still unblinking; I just can't take my eyes off  of her. She's completely covered in white, her skin glistening as my  juices reflect the dim lights in the room. I lean into her, still  breathing hard, and just press my mouth against hers. I push my tongue  inside her mouth, running it around her tongue as I savor the saltiness  of my own cum. We're kissing in a feverish state, completely possessed  by something so supernatural that I can't be sure this isn't really a  dream. Well, fuck, if this is a dream, I sure as hell don't want to wake  up. Just let me sleep forever.

"I don't know what you've done to me … " I say, looking into her smart  eyes as I pull back from our cum-filled kiss. "But I'll never be the  same after you … " I don't think I've ever said anything that felt as  half-real as what I just said. I can't imagine a life without Destiny by  my side, not anymore.

"Who said there's going to be an after me?" she whispers, a tender smile  on her lips. She looks so fucking sweet right now, still glowing from  the pleasure racing through her veins. But she's right; there's not  going to be an after. From the moment our eyes met the first time, I  knew I was in for something special …  Now I know what that something  really is: a whole life of love.

And dirty sex, of course.

I just have to find a way to tell her how I feel.

Why am I so fucking worried about that?




         

     



 
78





Out and About - New York City





Bringing you the skinny on the hottest attractions in and around Gotham …



New Yorkers were stunned today to learn that famed gentlemen's club  Dirty Destiny's was raided by NYPD in a broad business-hour assault that  arrested many of the dancers and patrons but failed to locate Destiny  Renee, the controversial owner of the club.

"For some time now, Dirty Destiny's has been a front for organized crime  and prostitution," announced Police Commissioner Lester Vicks during a  live press conference. "Today's raid was designed to remove the blight  that it was putting on the surrounding community. We hope that with the  police action that shut this club down, New Yorkers will now be living  in a cleaner, safer city."

Over the years, Dirty Destiny's has become a New York cultural  institution. Founded by noted porn star Destiny Renee, the club has had a  short but colorful history.

It's played host to world leaders and celebrities, and created a  cross-roads between the worlds of politics, sex, money, and celebrity.

Destiny Renee, the 26-year-old founder of the club, was last seen in the  club at the time of the raid but was not apprehended by police.

"We believe that this woman is at large in the community," Lester Price  announced. "She is armed and should be considered to be extremely  dangerous. If anyone has any information on her whereabouts, please  contact the NYPD."

Many long-time community residents expressed skepticism at the NYPD raid  however, with several business owners stating that they had seen Lester  Vicks frequenting the club on many occasions.

Other community residents also recalled the efforts of Dirty Destiny's  to add to the surrounding neighborhood, with charity food drives,  neighborhood cleanup programs, as well as business alliances.

"I don't really see organized crime and Destiny Renee going together," a  local merchant commented when asked about the raid. "Organized crime  and Lester Vicks? I can actually see that happening more."





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Destiny





Sixty-seven.

Dirty Destiny has been closed for sixty-seven straight days, and I can't  help but wonder if it's going to ever open its doors again. I think of  it day and night and, if it weren't for Austin, I don't think I'd be  able to sleep at all.

I tried calling Lester but, of course, that didn't solve a thing. "I  warned you," he told me, and I could almost sense his satisfaction over  the line. "You should've taken me more seriously, babe," he continued,  going off on an endless monologue about how I was covering for Austin  and how I was being a complete fool for trusting a man like him.

"You know what I feel about you, Destiny. Just cooperate and I'll make  it alright …  Trust me and I'll make it worth your while." Those were his  last words to me, and you can already imagine what I did; I hung up on  him, seething at his arrogance. He ruins my business, messes with my  girls, and then has the nerve to ask me for my help again? "Fuck you,  Lester," I told him right before I slammed the phone down.

It's not like I could help him, even if I wanted to. I've never seen  Strokes or whatever her name is again, and Austin isn't talking about  her.

Not that it worries me, even if I knew where she is, I wouldn't tell  Lester. I don't care about what he does, I'm not helping him, even if  that means my ruin. And let me tell you, since he closed down my club  that ruin seems like the perfect word for what's happening.

The first few days after Lester shut us down were the hardest ones. I  barely left Austin's house, completely glued to the TV and the laptop,  soaking every bit of information I could get. Most of the girls working  under me managed to get away and I owe that to Lux, but some of them  were held up at the police station for days. It seems that Lester tried  really hard to screw me over; he checked for work visas, immigration  status, and all kinds of STD tests. Of course, in the end he got  nothing. I didn't open Dirty Destiny to make a quick buck; I did it  because I knew how the industry worked, and I thought that women needed a  safe place where could they could work, make money, and still keep a  regular life. Sure, it helped that I made a lot of money with the club,  but that wasn't really the main purpose behind it.

And now that bastard is stepping all over my dream. You wanna know how much money I invested in that club?

Yeah, let's not even go there, hun. Let's just say it's more than 99 cents, or 2.99 if you bought this book at full price.



Twelve.

That's how many proper dates Austin and I have had. No strip clubs or bars; we agreed on that pretty early.

Lester is very probably still keeping tabs on us, so we're trying to  keep it low profile. We've been going out for dinner just like a regular  couple, and we've gone to the movies. Can you imagine it? A man like  Austin, who calls himself Python, capable of making women's panties  drippy with just one look, taking me to the movies.

In the end, I think it were those little things that made me fall more  and more for him. In those moments I could see that, beyond the bright  lights and the stages, there could be a future for us. I know, I know …   Is Destiny falling in love?, you're probably thinking. As much as it is  out of character for me, I guess that yeah …  I'm falling for Austin.

Look, it's not a conscious choice, okay?

It's just …  I don't know. I can't put it into words; I never felt something quite like this.

I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, anxious about Dirty  Destiny's future, and then I just look to the side and there he is:  sleeping peacefully by my side. And, just like that, all anxiety goes  away and everything's perfect.

At least as perfect as it can be with you know, my career in ruins.

Of course, it also helps that whenever I wake up during the night,  Austin tends to wake up as well. And when that happens, what follows is  pretty clear cut. You probably don't need me to tell you exactly what  I'm talking about, right?

You've probably pieced it together by now too; I'm living in Austin's  apartment. I mean, it's just for the time being. He doesn't want me all  by myself in my apartment, now that Lester has spun out of control.

Sure, I protested at first, but it was like fighting with a fucking brick wall.

But you wanna know something? Can't tell him though, okay?

Well, I didn't want to look like I was over the moon when he asked me to  move in, but, yeah, I was completely over the moon when he asked me.

In fact, he didn't even ask; he told me. "You're moving here," were his exact words.

Since then my sex life has evolved into something out of a porn movie.  And, God, I used to work in porn … so you go figure how crazy that is.

I mean, I just never expected that it could be real, you know? Loving  the same man that gets me so drippy and shoots me into orbit.

But it seems like it is; I mean, we have fucked everywhere in this house.

Kitchen? Check.

Balcony? Check.

Bedrooms? Check, check, and check.

Yeah, I could go on and on, but you know where I'm going with this.

The best time was when he cooked for me. He left Maverick running Python  and stayed home with me that night. I wasn't expecting it, really; he's  usually so busy. But he showed up during the middle of the afternoon,  carrying a bag. "Wear it tonight," he told me with a grin.

As I was preparing myself for our homemade dinner, I looked through the  bags and fished out a racy red lace thong, a matching bra and stockings.  I wore a tight fitting dress, the hemline just above my knee; I wanted  to hide the sexy underwear under something classier …  I wanted it to be a  big reveal.