THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS _From sharing his bed to sharing his heart_ SYNOPSIS/BLURB "I thought so too. You don't remember the safe word." Jaxon had a tone of mischief in his voice. His Hazel Green eyes burned her down to her soul. Roxanne kept moving backwards till her back was against the wall. "Please, I don't want to do this." She begs. Jaxon is already very much aroused and the beast in his groin begs for release. Her begging only turns him on more. So innocent! Roxanne knows she can't do anything now, so she decides to give in to him. "Now that's what I want to see. Less struggle, more obedience. You're now my Pet. " Now get on your knees." Jaxon orders. Roxanne, a 24-year-old gymnast with heavy financial burdens, steps into the world of Club D'Lux, as an exotic pole dancer. Her first performance sparks a connection with Jaxon Hearst, the owner. When a fan gets too close, Jaxon helps her , revealing his true identity and making a shocking proposal as he's drawn to her beautiful and subtle nature. The hunger to possess her burns inside of him. He offers Roxanne a risky deal; become his mistress, and he'll take care of her financial worries and cover her father's medical bills. But as she enters Jaxon's life, shedding his layers, she discovers his dark secrets and desires that push her boundaries. As they engage in this consuming relationship, Roxanne finds herself trapped between her desire for Jaxon and her fear of his control. Can she tame his wild heart, or will their passion leave her in ruins?
View MoreRoxanne pulls up to her father's house, the shopping bags filled with groceries weighing her down. She presses the bell, and in just a few seconds, the door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar face. The woman has bobbed blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkle with warmth. She looks around forty, with a friendly smile that puts Roxanne at ease."Uh... Good afternoon, uh... Ma'am?" Roxanne says, her words faltering slightly."Good afternoon!" The woman replies, her smile widening.Before Roxanne can ask who she is, her aunt appears behind the woman, ushering her in. "Ah! Roxy! You're here. Come, come, come on in!"Roxanne's eyes remain fixed on the stranger as she enters the house. "Who... who is she?" she asks her aunt, curiosity getting the better of her."Oh, Roxy, meet Elena," her aunt says. "She's the caregiver Jaxon hired to assist me with your father."Roxanne's eyes widen in surprise. "Caregiver? Jaxon hired? He didn't tell me anything," she says, her brow furrowed in conc
Loo steps out of the mall, her shopping bags in hand, looking sexy in her short black crop top and denim skirt with boots. Her braided hair and dark shades adds a sassy touch to her outfit. She strides into the parking lot, her hips swaying from side to side, and, her heels clicking on the pavement.As she approaches her car, her eyes narrow, she takes off her shades. A sleek car is parked behind hers, and she can see a dent on her bumper. Her eyes flash with anger as she marches to the other car. "Hey! You bashed my car and you're blocking my path!" she exclaims, knocking on the glass.The glass winds down, revealing a man with dark hair and shades. His defined features make him look like a model. "You hit my car!" Loo repeats.The man removes his shades, and their eyes lock. Loo's eyes widen in recognition. "Jax? Jaxon freaking Hearst!" She yells, her voice laced with surprise.Jaxon looks closely at her, and recognition hits him too. "Louisa Rodriguez? Sassy Louisa?" He gets out
Merida sits up in her hospital bed, surrounded by Detective Meyer, Detective Morrison, her mother, and Betsy. She takes a noisy sip from a soda can, her eyes glued on the detectives."So, how are you feeling now, Miss Corpus?" Detective Meyer asks, his voice soft and concerned.Merida sets the can down, her brow furrowed. "I feel better, but my head still aches."Detective Morrison leans forward, his eyes intense. "So, are you good enough to tell us anything you remember from the night you were attacked and the other day you felt someone watching you?"Merida smiles weakly, her eyes reflecting with humor and pain. "One question at a time, detective."The room falls silent, the only sound the beeping of machines and Merida's labored breathing. Her mother reaches out, taking her hand in a gentle grasp. Betsy offers a supportive smile. The detectives exchange a knowing glance, their faces stern with determination."Okay, let's start with the night of the attack," Detective Meyer says, hi
Loo bursts through the door, her face frowned in frustration and anger. She slams her purse down on the sofa, the contents spilling out onto the sofa. "The nerve of that stupid Sentinel. Tsk! I really don't blame him." She huffed and cursed.She walks over to the bar, her high heels clicking on the floor, and grabs a glass and a bottle of whiskey. She pours herself a generous amount, the amber liquid splashing into the glass. She took off her heels and carelessly throws them to the side. She lights a cigarette, the flame from the lighter casting a brief, flickering glow on her face. The smoke curls up towards the ceiling as she takes a long drag, her eyes closed in exhaustion. " F**k you, Sentinel! Damn you to hell. If Jaxon wasn't being such an annoying d*ck, I'd not have come to you." She says as she takes another long drag of her cigarette, and sip from her glass. She drops the drink on the table. Her left hand instinctively goes between her legs. She feels her wetness. She w
"I knew someone else was in that house. The old hag wouldn't let me go to his room. She's in on this too! " Loo yelled as she paced back and forth in Sentinel's living room. The veins around her neck were popping out as she complained and cursed. Her forehead glistened with sweat even with the whole place fully air-conditioned. "You need to calm down, Loo. You're taking this too far." Sentinel said. "Stop saying that! You're not the one whose man is about to be stolen, are you? " " Sometimes I wonder if this man of yours is really yours. He doesn't seem to know he belongs to you. You're blinded by your obsession with him. You're plainly obsessed!"Loo shot him glares. If looks could kill, Sentinel would have a hundred daggers in his chest by now. "I love him!" She snapped. "And is he aware that you do? Or you just think in your head that he does too and because you are fucking him, he belongs to you? " Loo rushed at him. She wanted to slap him but her hand just stayed up in the
Roxanne's hands and legs were tied firmly to the bed posts. On her face, a black tie served as a blindfold. She squirmed as Jaxon used his tongue and a vibrator on her. "Easy with the movements, Princess." He chuckled and kept going." I can't take this anymore, Master. This is pure torture." Roxanne breathed. "Oh I'm just getting started, princess, patience, patience!" Jaxon buries his face again and circled the vibrator around her clit. Roxanne tried to close her legs together.Smack!His palms smacked her thighs. "Agh!" She cried out. "Do not let me use the bars, honey, stay still and I'll untie you in no time."" Yes, Master." Jaxon slid his finger into her, massaging her walls. " Oh so wet! Listen to how you sound." He said. "Uhmmm!" Roxanne kept moaning as his finger thrusts in and out of her. The vibrator was still on her clit. Jaxon reached deeper with two of his fingers. Roxanne gasped. " F**k! Master! Oh shit!" She cursed. His finger massaged her G-spot in a circular
Roxanne decided to wear one of the gowns they had gotten in Greece since it wasn't a fancy fancy dinner, just dinner at his place. It was a leather gown. It hugged her figure perfectly and its neckline was heart shaped, revealing a little cleavage. She finished it up with a thigh high boot. Her make up wasn't that loud, just powder, lip gloss and eyeliner. She let down her blonde hair and it fell down to her back like a waterfall. Jaxon waited patiently, adjusting and readjusting the dinner table. He didn't know why he was nervous, it was just Roxanne, the pole dancer. Still, he was nervous. He was wearing grey joggers and a vintage shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at the dinner spread of fried chicken, grilled vegetables, and baked potatoes. A tall bottle of expensive red wine stood beside the large ice cream cake. "Jaxon!" Mrs Anderson called out. "Mrs Anderson, thank you very much for this. I can't certainly than
Jordan sat patiently in the interrogation room. His eyes studied the environment. His hands kept tapping his knees. A sign that he was nervous. Two officers soon joined him, it was the officer from earlier."Good evening, Mr. Cole, I am detective Morrison, I believe we've met earlier." The detective shook his hands. " This is detective Meyer. " He introduced the female officer that had come in with him. " Mr. Cole, there's no need to panic, we'll just ask a few questions and you'll be on your way. " Detective Meyer spoke. " Just cooperate with us." Morrison added. "How long have you known Miss Corpus?" Detective Meyer began. "A week." Jordan replied. The officer jot down something. "And how did you two meet?" Morrison asked. " She... Uh... Came to the club, Club D'lux where I work. She's a friend of my boss, Mr. Hearst. He had invited her over and I was the one who showed her the VIP section and also drove her to her hotel that night since she was drunk." Jordan explained. " Hm
Merida's fragile form lay still on the hospital bed, her head swathed in layers of gauze. Her breathing was being stabilized by an oxygen mask. Her monitor beeped, a sign that she was still alive. An IV pole stood beside her, its tubes snaking into her arm, delivering a steady dose of medication to ease her pain.The hospital room was a blur of soft pastels and antiseptic smells, the only sound the soft hum and beeping of machinery and the occasional rustle of scrubs as nurses moved with quiet efficiency. Merida's chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes closed as if lost in a deep slumber. "I can't believe someone would do this to my daughter." A lady sobbed. She had sprinkles of grey hair in her brown hair. She looked like an older version of Merida. There was another lady with her, younger but with silky black hair. "It's alright, Mrs Corpus. Merida is alive, we should be thankful for that, and the police are already investigating this. I am pretty sure it's that e
"We are here, Miss." The cab driver's voice brought Roxanne back to reality. She had been contemplating her decision to work in Club D'lux as a pole dancer. "Here's your money." She stretched out a five dollar note to the man who gladly took it. Roxanne stepped out of the cab clutching her purse as a way of numbing her nervousness. Two bulky muscled men in suits stood at the club's entrance. They had some sort of wire connected to their dark shades. Roxanne noticed the pods in their ears. She wondered if they had started as she couldn't hear loud music blasting from the insides. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the men. "Hello gentlemen." She greeted. One of the men looked her head to toe. She was dressed in free pants and a blue sweatshirt. Her golden hair was tied up in a messy ponytail. "May I see your reservation card?" One of the men queried. "Uh.. I don't have a reservation." "Appointment?" The bulkier one asked. "Yes, uh I have an appointment with Madam Loo." ...
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