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gulped at the billionaire’s one-liner message.
H ave dinner with me tonight .
Y our friend ,
S.G.
Chapter Six
Sergei
“ Y our bill , sir.”
Taking the leather folder from the waiter, Sergei handed it to Fredericka, smiling slyly. “Friends, right?”
She snatched the bill from him with a glare. “Cheapskate,” she muttered under her breath after reluctantly handing over her credit card.
But this only made the billionaire smile lazily. It had been two months since they had started going out as so-called friends, and if anything, his fascination over Fredericka Spears had only deepened, bordering on obsession.
In the past, watching his youngest brother react with possessive jealousy whenever he saw Seri in the company of another man had amused him to no end. He had chalked it down to Vassi always being the most volatile of them three and had privately thought that such a thing would never happen to him.
But fate proved him wrong , the billionaire mused, by sending a gray-eyed redhead to torment him .
When it was time to leave, he stood up first to pull her chair out for her, and Fredericka flashed him an embarrassed smile of thanks.
Practical yet feminine.
The words once again fleeted in his mind, a description that he now knew was perfectly apt. He liked how she was fiercely independent when it came to her work but without allowing it to overshadow her femininity. Most women he dated were either one or the other, career-driven or drunk on their vanity. Both types of women were only able to entertain him inside the bedroom, but outside they either bored or disgusted him.
“Are you heading back to the office after this?” Fredericka asked as they stepped out of the restaurant.
“No.” His brief answer had her glancing at him in bemusement, but even, so he refused to elaborate. She was better off not knowing the truth. Walking her to the parking lot, he smiled down at her, saying softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, da ?”
Her obedient nod pleased him, and Sergei lowered his head, intending to place a friendly goodbye kiss on her cheek. But then he inhaled the sweet mild scent of her fragrance, and just like that white-hot desire laced his blood, arousal stirring his loins.
Blyad.
His lips touched one silky soft cheek and stayed there, lingering, every cell in his brain urging him to move his mouth until it covered hers.
“S-Sergei.”
Fredericka’s choked whisper forced him back to his senses, and he drew away reluctantly.
“You need to stop doing that,” she muttered.
“I can’t help it,” he answered in a deliberately light tone, knowing that it wasn’t the right time to let her know that he wasn’t joking. It was the truth, and it was why thirty minutes later he was in Madeline’s house, with the model bent over her dining table while the billionaire fucked her from behind.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Every gasp was punctuated by the slapping sounds of their thrusting bodies, with Sergei pounding hard into her. He was determined to fuck both of them out of their minds, just as he had been doing for the past two months.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he squeezed Madeline’s ass hard, all the while pretending it was Fredericka he was fucking.
He knew it was cruel and sick, knew it was dishonorable and deceitful, but he no longer gave a damn.
If this was the only way to make sure he kept his hands off Fredericka while he worked on winning her trust, then to hell with his honor.
To hell with everything.
He would do whatever it took to keep Fredericka in his life, would do everything to ensure that in the end she would be his alone.
After leaving her house, he called his secretary and gave her the usual instructions. By tonight, the model would receive yet another expensive piece of jewelry, which he knew Madeline would understand was both a thank-you gift as well as a reminder that theirs was purely a sexual relationship and that to expect anything from it would mean the end of
H ave dinner with me tonight .
Y our friend ,
S.G.
Chapter Six
Sergei
“ Y our bill , sir.”
Taking the leather folder from the waiter, Sergei handed it to Fredericka, smiling slyly. “Friends, right?”
She snatched the bill from him with a glare. “Cheapskate,” she muttered under her breath after reluctantly handing over her credit card.
But this only made the billionaire smile lazily. It had been two months since they had started going out as so-called friends, and if anything, his fascination over Fredericka Spears had only deepened, bordering on obsession.
In the past, watching his youngest brother react with possessive jealousy whenever he saw Seri in the company of another man had amused him to no end. He had chalked it down to Vassi always being the most volatile of them three and had privately thought that such a thing would never happen to him.
But fate proved him wrong , the billionaire mused, by sending a gray-eyed redhead to torment him .
When it was time to leave, he stood up first to pull her chair out for her, and Fredericka flashed him an embarrassed smile of thanks.
Practical yet feminine.
The words once again fleeted in his mind, a description that he now knew was perfectly apt. He liked how she was fiercely independent when it came to her work but without allowing it to overshadow her femininity. Most women he dated were either one or the other, career-driven or drunk on their vanity. Both types of women were only able to entertain him inside the bedroom, but outside they either bored or disgusted him.
“Are you heading back to the office after this?” Fredericka asked as they stepped out of the restaurant.
“No.” His brief answer had her glancing at him in bemusement, but even, so he refused to elaborate. She was better off not knowing the truth. Walking her to the parking lot, he smiled down at her, saying softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, da ?”
Her obedient nod pleased him, and Sergei lowered his head, intending to place a friendly goodbye kiss on her cheek. But then he inhaled the sweet mild scent of her fragrance, and just like that white-hot desire laced his blood, arousal stirring his loins.
Blyad.
His lips touched one silky soft cheek and stayed there, lingering, every cell in his brain urging him to move his mouth until it covered hers.
“S-Sergei.”
Fredericka’s choked whisper forced him back to his senses, and he drew away reluctantly.
“You need to stop doing that,” she muttered.
“I can’t help it,” he answered in a deliberately light tone, knowing that it wasn’t the right time to let her know that he wasn’t joking. It was the truth, and it was why thirty minutes later he was in Madeline’s house, with the model bent over her dining table while the billionaire fucked her from behind.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Every gasp was punctuated by the slapping sounds of their thrusting bodies, with Sergei pounding hard into her. He was determined to fuck both of them out of their minds, just as he had been doing for the past two months.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he squeezed Madeline’s ass hard, all the while pretending it was Fredericka he was fucking.
He knew it was cruel and sick, knew it was dishonorable and deceitful, but he no longer gave a damn.
If this was the only way to make sure he kept his hands off Fredericka while he worked on winning her trust, then to hell with his honor.
To hell with everything.
He would do whatever it took to keep Fredericka in his life, would do everything to ensure that in the end she would be his alone.
After leaving her house, he called his secretary and gave her the usual instructions. By tonight, the model would receive yet another expensive piece of jewelry, which he knew Madeline would understand was both a thank-you gift as well as a reminder that theirs was purely a sexual relationship and that to expect anything from it would mean the end of
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