A Girl's Fetish For Billionaires

Mr. Wang spins on me. His massive figure dwarfs me, making me feel like a child in front of a bear. While I expect the rare occurrence of a true smile on his full lips, his eyes are churning like a black storm.

I take a step back, startled by the intensity of his gaze, my hands flying up in front of me as if to make some semblance of a barrier. He pushes my palms aside, taking powerful step after powerful step towards me until my back is pressed flush against the cool wall, my palms slick with unease.

"Mr. Wang, what was that about?" I manage to whisper before he cups a hand over my mouth, pressing his body against my own.

He slides effortlessly between my knees, still pinning me to the wall, my body lifted up slightly off the ground as my pencil skirt hitches up around my t.h.i.g.hs. I shiver at the closeness we share, overcome by the warmth of his body between my legs. I m.o.a.n against his hand but his fingers dampen the sound, his mouth leaning into my ear. I can feel his breath on my earlobe, hot and moist.

The hairs along the back of my neck stand on edge, though my body can't stop trembling in Mr. Wang's rough hold. It almost disturbed me how much I loved this feeling of being pinned down by the billionaire, how much I never wanted Mr. Wang to move away from me.

His dark eyes narrow on mine, searing into my very core in a way that leaves no inch of my soul untouched by him. I was wrong to think for even a second that Jack Chu was more frightening than Mr. Wang.

"You are my fiancée now. There is no other choice." He commanded, his face coming in closer to my own.

Our noses brush and my head tilts reflexively up towards his lips though he keeps his hand right over my mouth. I breathe heavily through my nose, unable to move, "Your job depends on it. Do you understand? You will never get another job in this city if you don't follow my commands."

I nod, struggling to wrap my head around the situation.

Me, as Mr. Wang's fiancée? Really? I'd thought that the charade would be over the moment Jack and his professional groupies left.

"You belong to me. Every inch of you is mine until we solidify this deal with the investors. You act how I want. You dress how I want. You do this and I'll give you everything you could possibly d.e.s.i.r.e. Luxury, money, cars. I don't care."

He frowned at me, giving me a little shake when I didn't respond. Quickly, I nodded again, mumbling a 'yes' against his hand.

My head spins wildly, heart thundering against my c.h.e.s.t. I belong to him? What does that even mean? What does any of this mean?

"They'll be keeping a close eye on me to make sure I'm not lying about our story. That means you'll be moving in with me today."

Briefly, his eyes flicker off to the distance as though he's going through some mental checklist, "Give me your address, I'll send movers to get anything important you may need."

As I try and speak once more against his hand, annoyance shadows his face until he lowers his hand carefully.

"What?" He asks, glaring.

"I live with my grandma." I say quietly, biting my lip, "She can't take care of herself."

"She'll come too, then." He shrugs, as though he were adding a couch to my list of material items.

I blink, surprised at his candor but unwilling to question it. There were other questions I had, more pressing ones.

"Why me?" I ask softly, and his eyes lock once more with mine.

There's something different in his gaze this time, though I don't have time to place the expression before it's once again hardened over and cold.

"You were the first name to pop to my head." He grumbles, "Probably after the stunt you pulled earlier."

A blush sears my cheeks as I groan quietly, head falling back against the wall as he slowly lowers me to the ground and steps back. He smooths his large hands against his suit, easing out nonexistent wrinkles while he continues to watch me. My feet shift uncomfortably under his gaze, uncertain how to act when he watches me so closely.

Then, he reaches out, a hand cupping my cheek in unexpected tenderness, "Like I said," He explains, "If you want this job and to keep a roof over your grandma's head, you will obey my every word."

As I nod, his fingers tighten on my chin.

"Yes, sir." He commands, "That's what you say to me."

I nod once more, heart fluttering inside of me wildly, "Yes, sir." I repeat obediently.

Then, his hand releases me and my cheek is cold. It's only when he leaves me alone in the conference room that I slowly sink down to the ground, hugging my knees to my c.h.e.s.t as I listen to rapid pat-pat of my heart against my ribs.

I belong to Bambang Wang now. Every inch of me. My eyes follow the line of my arms, counting the freckles that are his now and I can't stop the slow smile from spreading across my lips.