Forced Married to the Ugly Billionaire

Nicole's POV.

The Infinite Hotel and Casino, known as one of the town's most affordable gambling venues, was, to the best of my recollection, an unlicensed establishment in New York. Regrettably, I was employed there as a cocktail server.

As I adjusted the hem of my black mini skirt to cover more of my exposed thighs, I surveyed the room with my narrowed eyes. The ceiling lights were dimmed, casting the room in the shimmering light from a multitude of twinkling slot machines, making me wince at the sound.

I began working here three months ago at the behest of my stepmother; had I refused, they would have ceased supporting my niece Andrea's leukemia treatment. Andrea, the daughter of my late sister Camille, who passed away in an accident, has no one but me to look after her. Consequently, I was committed to doing all that I could to help her battle this serious illness.

Adjusting to work in an environment filled with vibrant colors and the constant background hum of slot machines was challenging—I couldn't quite capture the sound. It wasn't musical, but it wasn't mere noise either. It resembled a mechanical backdrop—tinkling, clanking, with the occasional beep or fleeting tune. It was the sound of a hundred slot machines at work.

I made my way toward the center, where craps tables, poker, blackjack, and roulette were in full swing. There, I spotted the elderly patron who had requested his vodka for the sixth time. From what I could tell, he was clearly inebriated and unsteady. Bloodshot eyes fixated on the cards in his hands, his expression was one of anger. Gambling, after all, was no trivial pursuit.

I hesitated to hand him his order, but then he caught my eye with a tilt of his head. "Come over here..." he beckoned, waving me closer, and with a trembling hand, I complied, delivering his order. "Sit beside me. I need a lucky charm..." he said.

Obediently, I took the seat next to him. He slid a glass toward me, filled with an orange-colored liquid, and urged me to drink. I refused with a shake of my head. "No, thanks, Sir. But we're not allowed to drink while working."

"Oh, come on. It's just an orange gin spritz. It won't make you drunk..." he chuckled, but his laughter was cut short when he lost a bet. "Damn it!" he cursed, and in my fright, I grasped the glass and took a sip. He was right; it tasted like an ordinary orange juice, yet so addictive that I hadn't noticed the glass was now empty.

The old man grinned when he noticed that the glass in front of me was already consumed. ‘‘Come and sit on my lap,’’ he commanded again, tapping his thick thighs, and I shook my head, refusing this time.

‘‘I'm sorry, sir, but I won't sit on your lap. It's not a part of my job.’’ I whispered softly, lowering my gaze on my lap. His hand started to move on my thigh, traveling its way up to the hem of my skirt. I dodged his hand as I abruptly stood up from my seat.

‘‘Bitch!’’ He gulped down the vodka I had served and seized my arm, causing me to wince from the pain.

‘‘Let me go, you pervert!’’ I pulled my hand away from his grasp, and immediately after, the sound of shattering glass and scattering gambling chips filled the air as he hurled curses in my direction.

‘‘You're just an employee here, so you have to follow every client's request, do you understand?’’ he growled, his gaze piercing through me. ‘‘Don't you dare embarrass me in front of my friends, or you will regret not following any of my orders!''

I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the floor. This task was not what I had been assigned to do. Despite the perilous environment, I had accepted this job for my niece's sake. Every night, I faced harassment from various customers, which I mostly managed to evade. However, this particular elderly man was especially malicious and difficult to handle.

As I looked up, the old man loomed over me. His breath, heavy with alcohol, brushed against my face while I sought assistance from the other customers. However, they merely observed us with fascination, as though engrossed in a captivating film. The old man's speech was garbled, betraying the pinnacle of vodka's influence.

‘‘Answer me, you fucking bitch!’’ He demanded in a bellowing voice that made me flinch away.

‘‘Y-yes, Sir…’’ I stammered and internally reprimanded myself for showing him how scared and nervous I was, and for agreeing to what he wanted to do to me.

I was suddenly taken aback when his hand moved and slapped me on the face, and his large hand gripped my throat and throttled me, causing me to gasp in horror. I clasped my hands around his arm in a desperate bid to pull it away and began to desperately inhale for air.

Tears welled up in my widening eyes as I stared into the raging dark eyes of the perverted old man.

"What's happening here?" a voice echoed across the room. It was unmistakably my manager's voice. She hurried over, and rather than defending me, she grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the old man, causing me to cry out in pain. "Apologize to him, right now!" she demanded.

I shook my head in disbelief. She expected me to apologize to him without even understanding the full story.

"What would you like to do about her, Mr. Pariscova?" Debra inquired, her grip on my hair unyielding, as she addressed the disagreeable elderly customer.

"I will not pursue the matter any further as long as you grant me permission to sleep with this beautiful woman tonight…’’ he smirked evily, his eyes raking my entire body, which caused me to shiver in disgust.

His eyes were filled with dark desire, and as he walked closer to me, I stiffened. I hitched my breath when I felt his hand squeeze my asscheek.

I struggled to shake off the overwhelming feelings of disgust and dirtiness. My mind wandered to Homer, my boyfriend who had been lured away by my stepsister. What would he think of a woman he perceived as tarnished and unclean? But in the end, it was irrelevant. He had succumbed to Kendra's snare, and he was now, undeniably, my ex-boyfriend.

‘‘You, pervert!’’ The rage I was feeling towards Homer intensified even more, so my left foot automatically flew, kicking the old man's groin, making him yelp in pain and catch his balls with both hands, before sending me a murderous gaze.

The pain in my scalp grew as Debra pulled my hair harder, and then she started to drag me out of the room. ‘‘You're going to pay for this, you slut!’’ she roared in my face.

"Help!" I cried out, but the onlookers, as usual, just watched. "Please, help me!"

Yet, no one stepped forward to prevent my manager from pulling me towards the elevator. My vision blurred by tears, I couldn't see which floor we had reached. As the doors opened, she shoved me into a dimly lit corridor.

‘"You can't force me to do what you want!" I exclaimed as I retreated a few steps from her. "I'm quitting. I don't want to be here. I'm not working here anymore!"

"Really?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she pulled out her phone from her pants pocket and dialed a number. "Sylvia, your stepdaughter wants to quit her job. What do you think about that?"

Debra activated the speakerphone, and my stepmother's voice boomed through the halls.

"You want to resign from your job? Fine, go ahead! And I'll cut off your niece's treatment!" she threatened.

"No, please!" I pleaded into the phone. "Mom, please don't do this to me..."

But the call had already been disconnected. Debra spun around and strode into the elevator, and I chased after her.

"Wait!" I shouted, but a wave of dizziness overcame me. I became acutely aware of my racing heartbeat and the excessive sweat on my skin. My muscles tensed, and my jaws tightened.

"Wait for your client, my dear..." Debra's voice echoed, growing fainter. With my vision blurring, I watched as the elevator doors shut, and she vanished from view.

"No..." My voice emerged as a hoarse, barely audible whisper. The sound of my breathing grew louder in my ears, and I closed my eyes, desperately trying to understand what was happening.

‘‘How do you feel, sweetie?’’ the voice of the old man echoed in my ear, and when I opened my eyes, they expanded when I spotted him standing right before me. ‘‘How do you feel about the drug I mixed in your drink?’’

Nicole's POV.

What did this man say? He drugged me? The orange gin spritz had drugs in it. Shit!

‘‘Don't you dare come near me! Stay in your place, you pervert!" As I fought to regain my composure, my voice grew fainter. My heart pounded so furiously within my chest it felt surreal, as if I had just finished running a marathon.

My heart continued to race uncontrollably, and I realized it was the drug causing my rapid heartbeat. I held my breath as the understanding struck me overwhelmingly.

"Be a good girl, sweetheart, so that nothing bad will happen to you, understand?’’ The old man's tone suggested he was attempting to soothe a child. "I will be gentle to you, don't worry..."

I moved back away from him. Before I could even realize it, I was already cornered between him and the walls. His grin widened as he kneeled down, grabbing my ankles.

My lips quivered as I began to push him away from me. ‘‘No!’’ I scratched and clawed at his skin and even his ugly wrinkled face, kicking him on his big belly, causing him to fall down. "Don't touch me! Fucking bastard!"

Seizing the opportunity, I rose from the ground. My surroundings were a blur—my sight, my hearing, my voice. Yet, I managed to escape from him, rounding the corner and trying the knobs of each ro in search of one that was unlocked.

‘‘Oh, God! Please…’’

I prayed silently, hoping to find a room where I could hide.

Fortunately, I found one, and as I hurried inside, I quickly closed the door behind me, pressing my hand over my mouth to silence any sound.

‘‘You're here...'' My eyes widened, and my breath caught as I heard a deep, velvety voice in the dark room.

Suddenly, the person to whom the voice belonged was standing before me. I could discern this from the looming shadow and the overpowering scent of musk cologne mingled with citrus soap. It was intense, yet I found myself enamored with it. For reasons unknown, I was drawn to his scent.

I was immobilized as his warm breath, tinged with a hint of mint, brushed against my face. The intoxicating scent of his nearness, coupled with the heat emanating from his body, sent shivers throughout my being.

The drug that was flowing through my veins was making it hard for me to control what I was doing and feeling. I felt that my brain was not functioning normally, accompanied by a euphoric sensation akin to being on a high.

The words he uttered caused me to freeze momentarily.

I'm here?

What did he mean by that? Had he been anticipating my arrival in this room?

I recoiled slightly as his calloused finger traced my face. The contrast between his rough skin and my smooth one unexpectedly brought a pleasant sensation.

‘‘No…’’ I attempted to stop him, but he captured my mouth, swallowing my protest as he started kissing me. I fought at first because I did not recognize the man, and I could not understand why he was kissing me. And I could not understand myself more as to why on earth I was allowing it. Why was I allowing him to kiss me?

I realized that the drug had fully taken effect on my body when my arms involuntarily wrapped around the man's neck and I kissed him back with equal fervor, which caused him to groan lowly. Sweat began to break out all over my body, which started feeling heavy, and my muscles ached.

I bit my lower lip when his lips started to travel down, and they lowered until he reached my neck. I moaned when he began licking every spot and then sucked on it.

It felt as though hot magma was being poured over my entire body, causing a thin layer of sweat to form on my skin, and the lust I was feeling just wouldn't go away.

Then the man's lips captured mine again.

I need his touch. I want his kiss. Kissing and touching every inch of my skin was exactly what I needed right now.

The man gradually dragged me towards the bed without pulling away from the kiss. The room was dark, and it was impossible for me to see his face, but I was aware that this man was attractive.

I almost yelped when we fell on the bed with me hovering over him. He continued to attack my lips, and I moaned against his mouth. He pulled my top over my head, and I felt my breasts rub against his firm chest.

He switched our positions, rolling me over so that he was on top of me. My breath hitched when he lowered his head and captured one of my painfully erect nipples. He played the other one with his thumb and index, while he continued to suck me,which caused me to clench my thighs.

I moaned with pleasure, and my body froze when his lips reached the waistband of my underwear.

I wanted to stop him, but my body loved what his lips and hands were doing to me.

I had avoided the old man's attempt to abuse me, but here I was, giving in to a complete stranger. Tonight, I was unsure of my own identity.

The way I breathed against his skin, the breathy, innocent sounds that left my mouth as he planted wet kisses onto my skin led me to believe that it wasn't actually me, but rather someone else who had assumed control of my entire body.

The man's fingers explored every inch of my bare skin, as well as his mouth, and I just allowed him. His lips worked like magic over my skin, leaving me wanting them even more.

He began to remove the last material from my body before I felt his burning kisses around my wet folds, and I responded with pleasured groans and moans.

.

‘‘Oh, please…’’ I pleaded and seconds later, he sucked my clit, and I screamed out loud. His hands holding my legs tightened as he kept them in place, all while he licked, sucked, flickered, and explored his tongue in every inch of me.

My hands reached out for his hair, and I pulled it when I felt my entire body start to shake, indicating that I was close. My heart thumped faster as I felt something explode inside me.

Before I could even recover from the high that I was feeling for the first time, he moved to hover on top of me and pushed something hard inside me before I felt a burning pain inside me, making me gasp.

‘‘What the fucking hell…’’ he growled but continued moving on top of me. ‘‘Damn it!’’ he cursed loudly as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to reduce the pain, but the fact that I could no longer turn back time made a tear roll out of my eye.

Tonight, I let this man take me. I had just given my first time to a complete stranger, and I felt an overwhelming urge to cry out of regret.