The Billionaire's Deal (BWWM)

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Picture of Clara above ^

Clara

I stood there in the cold air, waiting on a bus.

Just then, someone drove past me, throwing water on my clothes.

"HEY!" I screamed.

The car stopped and reversed to where I was standing. The door opened to reveal a tall,sexy man around my age. His caramel skin looked lustfully tasteful, but that's not what drew me to him.

His eyes...they were green.

And boy was I a sucker for green eyes!

"What do you want?" He asked in an irritated tone.

"You threw water on me!"

"And? Don't you bathe?" he asked.

"I didn't ask you to come out of your car."

"I have freedom of movement, so I sure as hell don't need a whore like you telling me what to do."

Excuse me?

I fumed. "Who you calling a ho?"

He looked around. "Only the two of us are here, so yes, I'm calling you a 'ho' if you so wish to put it that way."

I inhaled sharply, before swinging my hand and slapping him.

He turned to face me, clearly he was angry.

"How dare you? Do you know who I am? I am Aiden Martin."

"And I'm Dalai Lama."

"You'll regret saying that..."

"Or what?"

He stayed silent.

"Oh it better be noth-"

He pulled me closer to him. I felt him inhale against my neck.

"My my, you do smell quite wonderfully Ms. Clarisse Thronen."

I froze. How did he know my name?

"I know everyone here."

"Let go of me."

"Sweetheart, if I wanted you all I'd had to do was put you in my car and take you right there. Too bad you're not my type."

He pushed me away.

"You bastard!"

"We'll meet again."

He got into his car and drove off. I got up and dusted myself off

What the hell was that?

Forget it. I hope I never see him again.

And I think I hate green eyes now.

Where is that damn bus when you need it?

Aiden .

What a rude girl!

I groan as I clutched the steering wheel. So much attitude and so ghetto!

But you got to admit that ass she got... divine.

I shake my head. Today was my mother's death anniversary and here I was: getting into a fight with a girl and thinking about her ass after.

"Mama, don't tell me you sent her." I murmured.

She insulted me, she wouldn't get away with it.

I'll see to it that she doesn't.

I pulled over into a shanty house on the other side of town. Locking my car after getting out, I walked towards the doorway and tapped 3 times.

"Who the hell is that Mike!" yelled a woman.

"Shut up bitch and finish yo job!"

Next I heard some moans and some slapping sounds.

"You gotta be kidding me." I whispered.

"Mike!" I heard her scream.

"Sh, you wanna wake your husband up?"

I heard rustling sounds before the door opened revealing a woman who walked past me.

Then out came Mike, buttoning up his shirt.

Mike and I had been bros from day 1. He's also my bodyguard. And the ladies' whore.

"Seriously man, why don't you take them to your home? Or better yet a hotel?" I asked.

"First of all if they married then they too cheap to get hotel fucking. That's for celebrity hoes. And as to my home, the only woman's moans that'll ever be heard in there is the woman who is crazy enough to marry me."

"If it ever happens." I say.

"Anyway, what brings you here?"

"I need you to do me a favour. You know a girl named Clara?"

"Is this her?" He asks, handing me a photograph.

It was a picture of her in skinny jeans and a white T-shirt with black sneakers. She looked so fine, it was unreal.

"Yes."

"She's 23, sings at the local bar. Lives on the bad side of town."

So that's why she slapped me.

She'll have to pay for it.

"Kidnap her."

"Hold on. Don't tell me you're trying a new flavour."

"She's not my type."

"Then?"

"I want her to learn a lesson."