Read Online ROMANCE: The French Billionaire (A Dark New Adult Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire Romance,Contemporary Romance,Untamed Billionaire,Short Stories) by Lisa Cartwright - Free Book Online
Authors: Lisa Cartwright
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delicate flesh before biting in.
More endorphins rushed her system as she cried out, and soon enough the pain turned to pleasure. Emily relaxed against him before he pulled out, forcing himself not to drink too much as she looked up at him with a smile on her face. There was still that part of her trying to reason out everything she had just done, but she couldn’t deal with it anymore. She didn’t want to see anything besides a hot billionaire in front of her, and she was enjoying the feeling that he had given her. Emily couldn’t help it anymore.
She passed out into oblivion soon after, and Allen smiled down at her happily. He looked at her with a smile on his face as he helped get her into the bed the rest of the way, gently taking off her heels before heading off to the shower. He ran his fingers through his hair as the red faded from his eyes and his fangs started to shrink. She wouldn’t really believe it in the morning, and there was no evidence for her to see. He smiled as he stepped into the hot water after a long day of hunting.
Chapter Eight
Emily woke up with the worst hangover she had ever had. It seemed like her head was pounding, and she could have sworn that she didn’t drink that much. For a moment, she didn’t even want to open her eyes. She just groaned silently for a second before allowing them to open, and that’s when she looked around, taking in her surroundings.
She hadn’t expected to see the beautiful suite and herself tucked beneath the covers. That’s when it all came flooding back to her, and she started to blush. Her holes were sore along with other muscles in her body. She couldn’t help but to shake her head. Looking around, she didn’t see Allen at all, and she couldn’t help but to frown. Did he leave after sex? She thought, but that’s when she saw the note next to the bed. She grabbed.
Just order something to get you started. I talked to your manager about you being late, and call whenever you want. 948-284-2795.
~A
For a moment, she couldn’t help but to think that it was really sweet, but then she groaned. You talked to my manager? She thought, and Emily couldn’t help but to be mortified at whatever he had said. A large part of her didn’t want to go anywhere at all. No less to work. So, instead she decided to take him up on that offer, and she ordered room service while being thankful that she barely knew any of the kitchen staff.
She smiled as she turned on the TV, looking around for her clothes. After finding them, she shook her head, sighing. That’s when Emily caught sight of the luxury shower she had been dying to try, and a grin spread over her face before she started to head that way. Stepping into the steaming water, it felt like all her troubles started to melt away, and the soap smelled heavenly.
She took a moment to enjoy a luxury she could rarely ever afford. And never in such nice of a room. All too soon she knew the food would be coming, and so she wrapped a towel around her before she heard the door unlatch. She stood there, eyes widening as a very cleanly dressed and smirking Allen stared back at her. Her eyes were wide, and she couldn’t help but to look for red eyes and fangs that couldn’t be there as the thought flooded back to her. Emily tried to shake it away, telling herself it was impossible as she clutched the towel tighter.
“You just said I could enjoy myself, and I really thought I should clean up before breakfast.” She started to ramble before stopping herself by biting her bottom lip. He couldn’t help but to chuckle a little, and it sent a shiver of excitement through her that she just didn’t want to admit to.
“I believe the first time you saw me in a towel.” He said lazily, shaking his head with that arrogant smile still plastered over his face. She couldn’t help but to just bite her lip, waiting to hear what he was going to say next.
“I believe the tables have turned.” Allen said, closing the distance
More endorphins rushed her system as she cried out, and soon enough the pain turned to pleasure. Emily relaxed against him before he pulled out, forcing himself not to drink too much as she looked up at him with a smile on her face. There was still that part of her trying to reason out everything she had just done, but she couldn’t deal with it anymore. She didn’t want to see anything besides a hot billionaire in front of her, and she was enjoying the feeling that he had given her. Emily couldn’t help it anymore.
She passed out into oblivion soon after, and Allen smiled down at her happily. He looked at her with a smile on his face as he helped get her into the bed the rest of the way, gently taking off her heels before heading off to the shower. He ran his fingers through his hair as the red faded from his eyes and his fangs started to shrink. She wouldn’t really believe it in the morning, and there was no evidence for her to see. He smiled as he stepped into the hot water after a long day of hunting.
Chapter Eight
Emily woke up with the worst hangover she had ever had. It seemed like her head was pounding, and she could have sworn that she didn’t drink that much. For a moment, she didn’t even want to open her eyes. She just groaned silently for a second before allowing them to open, and that’s when she looked around, taking in her surroundings.
She hadn’t expected to see the beautiful suite and herself tucked beneath the covers. That’s when it all came flooding back to her, and she started to blush. Her holes were sore along with other muscles in her body. She couldn’t help but to shake her head. Looking around, she didn’t see Allen at all, and she couldn’t help but to frown. Did he leave after sex? She thought, but that’s when she saw the note next to the bed. She grabbed.
Just order something to get you started. I talked to your manager about you being late, and call whenever you want. 948-284-2795.
~A
For a moment, she couldn’t help but to think that it was really sweet, but then she groaned. You talked to my manager? She thought, and Emily couldn’t help but to be mortified at whatever he had said. A large part of her didn’t want to go anywhere at all. No less to work. So, instead she decided to take him up on that offer, and she ordered room service while being thankful that she barely knew any of the kitchen staff.
She smiled as she turned on the TV, looking around for her clothes. After finding them, she shook her head, sighing. That’s when Emily caught sight of the luxury shower she had been dying to try, and a grin spread over her face before she started to head that way. Stepping into the steaming water, it felt like all her troubles started to melt away, and the soap smelled heavenly.
She took a moment to enjoy a luxury she could rarely ever afford. And never in such nice of a room. All too soon she knew the food would be coming, and so she wrapped a towel around her before she heard the door unlatch. She stood there, eyes widening as a very cleanly dressed and smirking Allen stared back at her. Her eyes were wide, and she couldn’t help but to look for red eyes and fangs that couldn’t be there as the thought flooded back to her. Emily tried to shake it away, telling herself it was impossible as she clutched the towel tighter.
“You just said I could enjoy myself, and I really thought I should clean up before breakfast.” She started to ramble before stopping herself by biting her bottom lip. He couldn’t help but to chuckle a little, and it sent a shiver of excitement through her that she just didn’t want to admit to.
“I believe the first time you saw me in a towel.” He said lazily, shaking his head with that arrogant smile still plastered over his face. She couldn’t help but to just bite her lip, waiting to hear what he was going to say next.
“I believe the tables have turned.” Allen said, closing the distance
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