Tempting The Billionaire Book1✔(Slowly Revising)

chapter 7 revised

Sebastian Monteiro pov

Sitting heavily in the swivel chair I pinched my lip distractedly. Initially I had come into my home office with the intention of going through the files sitting untouched atop the desk. But as it were since I had hired that damned woman, absorption was null.

Instead I sat drinking. Praying the alcohol would aid in banishing all thoughts of her.

I poured myself another glass  and raised it to my lips. It had been an entire month and still I could not rid my mind of her. God knows she had bewitched me-- magic was the only elucidation.

I'm sure she has Monteiro. Just admit it you damn clown, you like her.

Furiously, I threw the glass at the wall watching absent mindedly as it shattered to countless pieces and fell onto the carpeted floor. The words Rafael had so leisurely spoken that day crept slowly and hissed like a damn viper in both ears.

Sounds like love at first sight.

Hissing my teeth then grinding them--harshly enough to cause a stir in my temples in a fresh glass I poured my self another drink.

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"Where to Sebastian? " David inquired from the Driver's seat. I closed my eyes and weighed my head bonto the soft leather headrest as another wave of nausea overwhelmed  me.

"To my club, David. "

"Alright. " he answered, starting the vehicle.

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In the platinum section of their club swallowing large gulps of mixed liquor, I watched-- almost enviously the people as they enjoyed themselves onto the dance floor whilst the deejay played their favourite dance tracks.  It was as if they had not a care in the world. And here I was the owner, the ruthless billionaire player, the man every young boy aspired to be and every woman wanted in her bed. Here he was worked up over a female who was not even his type.

The image of her giggling with that boy flashed across my mind and an instantaneous hit of untamed, unforeseen vexation jerked me. I set back the empty glass onto the table and then turned the bottle of liquor to my head and smirked as it burned my throat. Who the fuck was that boy? Was he her man,her bae, her lifeline?

That thought caused me to swallow faster the strong drink, not even wincing at the fiery burn.

"Hey baby rough night? " a familiar voice purred sweetly in my ear her soft warm tongue against the lobe,licking it.

I replaced the bottle to the low glass table and angled my head to look at the striking red head who seductively sat down,her short dress riding up, flimsy, white lace panties exposed.

Victoria Steinberg the woman whom I nicknamed Flame as a result of her Ginger coloured hair, like a flame the popular Bad Magazine model whom I had dated in the past. However even now, we still hooked up from time to time, despite the fact that I detested her leech like attitude.

Still you continue to fuck with her. Why? Because you Monteiro fuck any gorgeous model with her legs open.

"Hello Flame" I was nearly slurring. The aftermath of the countless glasses of liquor since the early morning hours of the day until now starting to close in on me .

"How are you doing handsome ? " she moaned, her sexy voice giving away her intentions, her very experienced lips and tongue beginning to tease my neck,pecking and nipping it.

"I see you have missed me. " I chuckled, rubbing her thigh as she straddled me.

"Oh yes I have baby"she breathlessly sighed, her fingers beneath my shirt, tracing the outline of my abs, she kissed me hurriedly ,nibbling my lips,fumbling with my belt buckle.

"Enough pleasantries now baby, we both know what we want" hissed the woman , leaving my lap, getting down onto her knees before me, her fingers impatiently undoing my belt buckle.Her dress already raised-- high,my hands crawled under it until I found her firm breasts, fondling them.

Maybe for just one night I could forget about her. Maybe one night I could  pretend as though miss Luca did not exist.

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