Somehow I Ended Up Getting Kidnapped By A Billionaire

Jessica

I have been ditched by my so-called “friend” who is now in a taxi with her hookup on her way to his apartment to get laid.

With no money and no key to get into her apartment, I am now officially homeless. Oh

joy.

I make my way to the bar and plop down. Sitting my useless and empty purse next to me, I order a drink I most certainly cannot afford. Oh well. Maybe I'll just show him my breasts and hope that he'll take that as payment. Although honestly I wouldn't even have to take off my dress to show my breasts; Raven had convinced me to wear a red, slutty, see-through, shorter-than-my-underwear, v-neck dress. Yay.

Thanks for that, Rave. Really.

After a moment, the bartender sets a tall glass of "the strongest and most bitter drink" he has. As I sip at it warily, I spin around in the seat to take a look at the place. I had to give it to Raven. Although she might be the lesser kind of my friends and stupid as heck when she's drunk, she knew how to pick a club. The place was nice. Classy, good smell, security and an effing great DJ.

Music is blaring and people are dancing like they were at home. Which if they remembered tomorrow would probably make them sink in humiliation but to me, right now, it was hilarious as eff.

"Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

It takes me a moment to realize that there was a man talking to me. I turn quickly in my seat to face the deep voice. The man is leaning against the bar with his arms crossed and a smile dancing on his lips.

Overall, he was pretty attractive, with voluminous dark blonde hair, thick arched brows and a tan skin tone to die for. Most girls would probably fall on their knees and suck his you-know-what in a moment’s notice but he was a little too bulky for my taste.

But, I did need someone to pay for my drink. And yes, I was willing to stoop this low.

I raise my half full glass. "What about paying for this one? I got no cash on me."

He nods with a smile and snaps his fingers at the bartender. The guy quickly turns and comes over shockingly quickly. Impressive. It usually takes five minutes or so to get a drink, especially with a crowd like this.

"Get my friend here a drink. On my card."

The bartender nods. "Of course sir." I almost start to say that I wasn't asking for another drink but stop myself quickly. Can't pass up on free drinks. Especially not on a depressing and sucky day like today.

I raise my eyebrow, my eyes going to the man. "Do you guys know each other or something?"

"Something like that."

He waits until my drinks arrive before he talks again.

"Look. I got a proposition for you."

I narrow my eyes. "Okay...what is it?"

He points at someone across the room. "You see that guy over there? Go to him and fuck him."

I spit out my drink and sputtered for a moment. The music is loud. I probably didn't hear him right.

"I'm sorry. What did you just say?"

With a smile he repeats it.

I shake my head. "I'm sorry if you got me confused with a," I wave my hands in the air searching for the word, "Hooker or stripper or something but-"

“Ten thousand."

Holy mother of cows.

"WHAT?!"

"Fuck him and I'll pay you ten thousand."

Okay let me explain something before I go on.

I am, currently, poor as heck. My bank account is in the double digits and everything I own had been reduced to a suitcase. Ten thousand dollars could literally save my life- or in the very least, my dignity.

I had to talk to myself for hours before I swallowed my pride and asked Raven to stay with her.

Not that that did you much good.

I set down my drink before I dropped it, and looked at the guy carefully. He was dressed impeccably in a crisp suit and smelled like expensive cologne. He seemed like someone who could afford it, so it was probably not a scam.

I cock my head. "This isn't some like YouTube thing where if I accept it you jump and yell 'Surprise motherfucker! You're a gold digger' thing right?"

His lost look answers the question.

I take a deep breath.

Bruh, you're seriously willing to do this?

Why not? The money would be enough to survive on until I get back on my feet and...it's only one night. Besides, I came here to have fun. And so I will have "fun"...and get paid. Two birds, one stone, baby.

It is totally the drinks talking but I can't find it in me to say no to this amount of money. Maybe I am a gold digger, although desperation is the main motivator.

"But why me? You could get hookers for less than a tenth of that."

He grins. "Because my man can spot a dirty hooker a mile away. The answer is simply...because you're not."

I fidget with the hem of my dress. "So, what? Am I supposed to just go and ask if he could please stick his dick in my vagina?"

He stares at me deadpan for a minute before he erupts with laughter. He raises his hand to wipe a tear away as he looks at me. After his laugh dies away he grins and says, "No sweetheart. He's working. Do something that'll take his mind away from that, take him to a room and do him senseless."

I bit my lip for a second, considering. Hmm...let’s try and push my luck.

"Twenty thousand and I'll make it so that he doesn't think about any other woman for months."

A smile sneaks on his face. "Negotiating? Most women would have taken it at less than a thousand."

I shrug. There was a reason he chose me. "That's what I keep telling you."

"Fifteen thousand."

"Seventeen."

He nods with something like admiration lining his face.

"Deal."

"And ten thousand up front."

He whistles. "Damn, you drive a hard bargain! But he needs to get laid badly so you've got yourself a deal, babe."

Jessica

"Hey sexy man."

What the heck was that, Jess?!

Why do you always have to be so awkward? Huh?

Fuuuuudge.

When he raises his head at my voice, breath rushes from my lungs. Well I'll be darned. This isn't some fat, old Bill. This man is hotter than the freaking sun. I would guess somewhere in his late twenties.

His face is nothing short of perfection, with a chiseled jaw, dark arched brows and perfect lips that I would be more than willing to kiss. His flawless skin and stormy eyes were a mere bonus. If I had to guess his roots were some part Italian.

"Whiskey." And with that dismissive word he goes back to his work.

"Excuse me?"

He raises his head again and this time his lips were set in a grim line. "I said whiskey. I do not like to repeat myself, so next time do your job and listen, yes?"

Damn that accent. It could easily make a girl wet. I shake that thought off as soon as it comes. I am a sucker for accents, which was why I was in this situation in the first place.

Jess. Let's not think about him now, okay?

I clear my thoughts and focus on the man in front of me. I raise one finger and hover it on his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry for the confusion, Sir. I'm not a waitress."

He growls. Someone doesn't like to be bothered. "Then I'm not interested."

Do not lose him Jess. You need this.

"Well then I'm a waitress! What can I get you?"

"Get the hell away from me."

Shoot! I thought I would just spread my legs and he would come running with his dingadong. This man seems in love with his work and immune to breasts.

Oh Lord. Let's hope he wasn't gay.

I flutter my eyelashes and bite my lip. "Are you by chance…gay? Because then I would really be wasting my time."

Wrong thing to say. Abort mission. I repeat, abort mission.

He grabs my wrist and roughly pulls me up. Ignoring my cries he pushes me into the nearest room.

He pins me against the wall and leans into my ear. Oh Lord. He smells heavenly.

"I know someone is paying you to do this. And I just kindly want to tell you that I don't want your services."

Trying to twist away from his grip I whisper, "I think you might."

His face is in front of mine. He looks angry. Really angry. And that should make me go running for the hills but for some reason I'm getting pleasure out of getting a rise of him.

But damn his hands are strong. He is pinning both my hands with one of his and they are starting to ache. "Let. Me. Go."

He chuckles, watching me writhe below him uselessly. "I have to give it to him. He chose a pretty decent one this time."

Still trying to twist out of his grip I ground out, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly he lets me go and steps back. "You know what? I'm feeling nice tonight. You have five minutes."

Rubbing my bruised wrist I scoff, "Nice?" This man couldn't be nice if his life depended on it.

He ignores me and walks to the queen bed. He sits down and turns his burning gaze to mine. "I'm giving you five minutes to make me cum. So you better get started, no?"

I clear my mind of everything. Pack my dignity, morals and pride in a suitcase and throw them out the door. But most especially I make sure to take myself out of the situation. Not in the physical sense of course, but in the spirit sense. It helps that he was a stranger but even then... If I let myself be here, I wouldn't be able to do it at all.

Now that he is sitting in front of me, I have no idea what to do.

I search my mind for anything that could help. Sex In The City was a good start...if I could remember what happened.

He looks at his watch and cocks his head. "Four minutes and thirty seconds, blondie."

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!"

He raises an amused eyebrow. "About what?"

"Look, I'm not a hooker. I don't know how to do this thing."

He grins darkly. "Yes, that's what they all say. But if you want to get paid, then you better think faster."

Music. Dancing. Yes! I couldn't go wrong with dancing.

With a grin I rummage in my bag to get my iPhone. I flip through my playlist until I come on one that says, "Late Night Dancing". If you must know, it's a playlist I made for when I was horny, lonely and couldn't sleep.

I look around and my eyes land on it: a small speaker. Yes! I quickly walk to the shelf and connect it. Midnight Stroll starts playing and I turn to face him.

Time to hit it!

I slowly started making my way towards him, taking my time. His eyes are trained on me, watching my every move.

He is interested. Good.

I spin around and the dress flows up, exposing my panties. I know the exact moment he sees them because he made a small appreciative growl.

Then I just dance. Usually I'm the clumsiest fucking one in the room, but I guess for some reason the drinks help because I have suddenly turned into a professional dancer. I danced pushing up against the wall, around him, near the floor. I dance with the music, letting it flow through me. Which sounds weird now but once you're actually in the zone, it feels natural.

His stormy grey eyes darken every moment longer this goes on but he keeps his hands to himself and clenches his teeth.

Oh, really? He thought he could control himself, show who was the man, that he wasn't touched?

Well I'll show him.

I stalk towards him and grip my hands in each of his legs. Without looking away from his stormy gaze, I spread them apart. Slowly I dance down until I am face to face with his hard abdomen.

Biting my lip I trail my finger down his zipper. To my great satisfaction and womanly pride, he hisses.

Hmm...so he wasn't as unaffected as he wanted me to think.

Suddenly he grabs my hands and grounds them against his thing. And let me just say... Go Jess! He was harder than any calculus test I've ever taken.

He growls, "Think you can handle all of this, blondie?"

Before I can answer the door flies open. Standing there is a very angry looking woman.

She flips on the lights and I squint, taking me a moment to adjust to the brightness.

She storms to us and points a finger at...what the hell is his name, anyways?

"YOU MANWHORE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!" She is furious, stomping her feet and everything.

I mutter, "I guess it's my cue to go," and stand up.

Suddenly a finger is pointed at me. "And with her?! A dirty puttana? Is that what you come to do? HUH?! Answer me now!!" she continues, this time spitting out Italian phrases. I'm assuming they weren't "I love yous.”

I disconnect my iPhone and grab my purse from the floor, ready to get away from all her shrieking.

Before I open the door I spin around.

"Hey, you!"

She turns to me, angrily.

I cock my head. "What do you call a 'bitch' in Italian? Oh I know! Wait, what's your name again?"

It takes her a moment to get it but once she does it is priceless. She charges at me like a freaking bull and if he hadn't quickly stood and pulled her back I would have been dead meat.

Before I close the door behind me I catch his eye and mouth with a grin, "Sorry."

. . .

The music is as loud as ever when I get back. There are a lot more people and the dance floor is thick with grinding bodies.

I scan the room looking for the guy. Finally I see him: he's standing near the bar trying to shoo off some blonde girl.

I make my way to him and tap him on the shoulder.

He raises his brow when he registers who I am.

I get the wad of cash from my purse and take it out.

I lean towards him. "Some woman barged in on us."

His eyebrow furrow for a moment and he runs his hand through his hair. Under his breath he mutters, "Shit. Probably Maria."

"Short, jet black hair down to her butt. And might I mention... very very angry." I only took half a semester of Italian in college but it only took common sense to know that she was...not very happy that that her man was here.

I shrug and reluctantly hold out the money. I could run for it and hope that the guy didn't come after me but then my conscience would catch up with me and...well it would all end with me returning the money. I didn't earn it so I couldn't have it. That was my motto.

Still looking frustrated he pushes my hand back. "Keep it."

"Wait what? Did you hear me? We did not have...intercourse."

A small smile appears on his lips. "I know. Just keep it. You did good."

What?

I stand there, confused but by the time I open my mouth to ask the question he is gone.

I slowly put the wad of cash in my pocket, trying my best to not look like a whore who was getting paid after...intercourse.

Suddenly my phone dings.

I won't be home tonight. Key is in the mailbox.

Holy schmucks. I was getting lucky tonight.