Boxed Set: Dominated by a Billionaire - Part 10-12: Irresistible Billionaire

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shines out over the acres of tree-laden grounds and finally sets. The guests are requested to join the manor’s huge, elegantly and tastefully decorated reception hall. Halfway through dinner, the big boss goes up on stage and takes the mike to give an improvised speech. In his lovely deep voice, he thanks everyone, jokes, teases, says a special word to several people and sends long, insistent glances in my direction. He returns to his seat beside me, accompanied by big rounds of applause.
    While the guests dig into the endless dessert buffet, I grab my lover's hand and take him aside. He snatches a little colorful treat from the buffet on the way and follows me into the maze of staircases. I open the door I'm looking for and push him into the “royal suite.”
    "I think this is our room," I grin, looking him straight in the eye.
    "And I don’t think the party is over yet, you greedy little woman."
    He slips a rose macaroon between my lips; I bite off half of it and he swallows the other half before kissing me on the corner of my mouth.
    "It’s your birthday, Mr. King, let yourself go!" I murmur, pushing him down onto the big bed.
    I back up a few steps, slip the straps of my dress down and let it drop to my feet. Vadim’s eyes light up when he sees the big white satin ribbon draped around my breasts, my stomach and my hips. In silver letters, the inscription “Happy Birthday Mr. King” runs along the satiny fabric and triggers my lover’s eager smile.
    "Since I’m not allowed to give you presents… I’m giving myself to you," I say playfully, strutting before his eyes.
    "Hmm… And when will I be able to unwrap such a pretty present?" he asks, seriously, raising an eyebrow.
    "You have guests. It wouldn’t be very polite to abandon them," I continue, leaning down to entice him.
    "After all, I’m the king of the party!" he sighs, leaping up to sensuously pull on the ribbon’s bow.
    Too easy!
    What’s nice about Vadim’s birthday is that, in a way, it is also mine…
    An hour later, we nonchalantly reappear. None of my colleagues seem to have noticed our absence: they are all crammed onto the dance floor set up in another part of the reception hall. Thanks to music and champagne, the departments have mixed, the “bosses” and the employees have forgotten about who’s in charge and improvise wild choreographies. Even Lily doesn’t seem to remember why she was mad when she got here tonight. Unlikely couples get together in dark corners, under the amused eyes of the gossip kings – alias Clarence and Sophie, while Kali undulates in a very sensual dance, i.e., out of place and totally inappropriate.
    When the clock strikes midnight, my CEO – still impeccable in his summer suit, despite our torrid break – asks everyone to come together on the big balcony on the first floor. I have no idea what’s supposed to happen next, but I’m sort of no longer surprised by the capers he is so good at pulling off. With Vadim King, there's never just one highlight of the show.
    I follow the little lively crowd up the staircase, find a spot on the terrace overlooking the huge grounds, and lean backwards over the wide old stone railing. Other than a few stars twinkling over our heads, the manor is plunged in darkness. An out-of-breath Clémentine meets up with me, followed by Lily, who is slightly tipsy. Then Niels and Basile, both awestruck. Then come Sophie and her husband. And lastly Alistair without Kali.
    What more can you ask for?
    Oh, yeah, my man!
    There’s a thud, and everyone is suddenly quiet. A blinding light colors the sky bright orange. Squinting, I turn back around to see, down below, four giant letters on fire: ALMA. My heart explodes in my chest. I look around for Vadim. Ten seconds later, a second noise. A second row lights up with fire. In huge, burning, fiery letters: YOU + ME. I can’t swallow. Tears fill my eyes. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.
    My close friends and family with their excited

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