Sex with a Billionaire

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Thank you guys so much for even just glancing at this story. To even think people would actually read this! Thanks so much for encouraging me...and I know I haven't written in a long time because I totally thought this story was crap. That was the reason I wasn't going to continue it, but now you guys have motivated me. Thank you, again. You guys mean the world to me.

I wake up to the nice smell of coffee and waffles. When I open my eyes, I see a king sized bed with a glorious bathroom and dresser. That's when I remember I'm in Damien's house.
I turn to my left, only to find that side of the bed empty. Only a few wrinkles in the bed sheet show that Damien was there.

Im not sure what totally happened last night. I don't even know if I should forgive him or not.
Never before have I ever imagined that I would escape the grasping hands of master and Max. Never before have I ever imagined finding true love. It all felt like a dream.

I finally get up and decide to get dressed though I was honestly unsure what to wear. Anything I have ever worn in the last five years included some sort of sexy clothing like short skirts and stockings. Damien had provided an entire closet filled with all types of clothes. I tried to remember what I used to wear when I was a teen, but those days were blurry.
Luckily, Maria entered the room at my moment of confusion and helped me out.

"What do you want to look like, madam?" She asks.

"What is Damien doing?" I ask.

"He is in his office working, madam," she answers.

Hmm...office...work..."Could you dress me like his assistant?"

Maria bows and says, "I will try my best, madam."

Turns out, she has amazing fashion sense. Matching up a colored blouse with a pencil skirt, a pair of glasses, then adding a seven inch high heels. She then tops it off with an expensive-looking bracelet and starts my make up. She keeps it light, nothing fancy just to highlight my features. Then, she twists my hair into a bun and steps back to admire her work.

"You look gorgeous, madam," she says.

I thank her, for both the styling and the compliment, and head off to see Damien.

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His door squeaks as it opens, revealing another giant room with a gigantic desk full of papers and a computer. In front of it sits two lovely chairs. Damien is facing his back towards me and is sorting books on his bookshelf.

"Susan, I asked not to be bothered. I know I have a meeting in 10 minutes." He says.

Susan? This is amusing. He thinks I'm his assistant!

I walk closer to him, my heels clicking with every step. I hear him sigh in annoyance and start to turn. "Susan, I told you that-." He sees me and his eyes widen in shock.

"Rose?" He says, surprised.

I lean on his desk, making sure that he can see my cleavage. "What will you need, sir?"

I can see his eyes darken, and I smile in victory. It wouldn't hurt to have morning sex right?

I take my hands off the desk and start unbuttoning my shirt. I purposely didn't wear a bra just to see his reaction. I see his eyes travel to my breasts where you can see my nipple poking at the thin shirt. The way he stiffens notifies me that he is turned on. "Rose, stop."

I try to act casual and innocent, and I can tell it's driving him nuts. "It's just getting a little hot in here. You wouldn't mind would you, sir?"

"Come here," he commands. I can hear the lust in his voice. "I thought you wanted me to go. I'm sorry, Susan wouldn't bother you anymore." I say.

I turn, only to be spun around. Damien is right behind me, and there is barely any distance between us. "Why are you doing this to me," he growls. I feel his hand reach under my shirt and rip it open. I gasp, and he smirks. "Are you still hot, Susan?" I grin and play along. "You're so naughty...don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, her name is Rosaline and I really want to fuck her right now," he whispers into my ear. I feel chills run through my body, and I take a step closer, our lips almost touching. "She would like that very much," I say as sexily as I can.

The next moment I know, Damien swiped all the papers and computer off his desk. They all fall with a thud on the ground. He then picks me up and presses against me on his desk. I can feel his erection pushing against my pelvic bone. He's zipping my skirt open and roughly pulling down my panties. I feel his hands groping my breasts. He starts kissing me on the stomach and trails-

There's a loud knock at the door and Damien almost falls off the desk. "Mr Damien? Your father is here to see you."

He quickly urges me to hide under the desk and straightens his suit just as the door opens.

His leg space area under his desk was clearly not made to fit a human. I feel his feet under my body as I'm half crouching half ducking my head. Not to mention holding my clothes in one arm.

A deep male voice booms as I hear footsteps. "What is with this mess?" His father asks.

Damien speaks, but he sounds flustered. "Oh, um, I just accidentally knocked into it and I didn't have time to pick it up."

There's a moment of silence before his father responds. "I came here to tell you. I've found a good match for you. She's well-behaved and has manners and is the second daughter of the CEO of Shannon Enterprises. I've arranged your date to be this coming Saturday at the Marriott a few miles from here. Don't be late."

I feel stunned and scared. Will he leave me?

"Father, I already have a girlfriend," he says, and I feel overwhelmingly happy.

"What, a girlfriend?!" His father exclaims angrily.

"I love her," Damien says.

Instead of exploding with anger, Damien's father becomes icily calm. "Bring her tomorrow for dinner. Your mother and I will determine if we approve."

"See you then," Damien mutters.

I stay shocked. I'm meeting his parents who won't approve. I'm an ex-sex slave that Damien happened to meet and fall in love with. Is that how I introduce myself?!

The door slams shut and I wander deep into my thoughts.

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