BILLIONAIRE'S SUGAR BABY

AUTHOR'S POV

The night was dark, with stars shining brightly in the sky. There was complete silence, except for the sounds of stray animals, that kept resonating a few times. The clock was indicating, that it was past 1 'o' clock, in the middle of the night. Everyone was on their beds, taking rest after their long tiring days, except for a girl, who was walking down the street, alone.

She was wearing a short white dress, that was barely reaching her thighs and a matching white coat, to not feel too cold on this cold night. Still she was feeling chills run down her spine, due to the cold.

Her hairs were swaying with wind, often coming on her face as well, which she was pushing back with her fingers. Her face was painted in dark, exotic makeup, while her heels were hanging on her right hand, with the clear attempt to not make any noise. She looked like a lonely angel, who fell from the sky, late at night.

She was cautiously looking around once in a while, but she was not scared, as she already got used to roaming around late at nights.

She was Celeste Knight, a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, with beauty everyone dreamt of. But, her beauty was a curse to her.

She pushed her left hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone to check, if she was heading in the right direction.

She was resting earlier, when she got a message from her Sugar baby company, that she had to meet someone. She didn't know about the person, who wanted her to be his sugar baby. But it was not new to her. It was probably an old man, who didn't have any relationship for a long time and he was asking for a sugar baby. It didn't affect her at all.

She was chewing on a gum, still walking leisurely, checking her phone. She looked up at the building, that was standing tall in front of her. It was one of the largest and expensive buildings in the city. She again checked the address on her phone, to make sure, that she was not at the wrong address. Whoever had hired her, as the sugar baby, was filthy rich. But, it was none of her business. She was not going to see that old man for a long time.

She dropped the heels on the ground and crouched down to wear them. After that, she fixed her hair and started walking inside. No one stopped her, indicating, that the man had already informed the security.

The inside of the building were like a royal hall. Every corner was screaming perfection and money. It was a combination of black and gold, which was elegant and pleasing to eyes. What she liked most, was the chandelier hanging above in the center of the hall. It seemed like it was made of gold, due to its shine, that momentarily blinded the person looking at it.

She looked away and focused on the gold colored Elevator, on the left corner. She started walking towards it, her aura screaming Confidence. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor, where the pent house was located, as mentioned in the address.

The lift started going upwards and she felt her heart dropping to her stomach once again. She always felt this before going on her job. It was getting tiring, but she didn't have any other option.

She shooked all thoughts from her head and focused on her reflection on the door. Her face was perfect with big doe eyes, a perfect straight nose and heart shaped lips completing the perfection. Her beauty have always been a curse. She smiled slightly at her reflection, but this gesture didn't reach her eyes.

The elevator made a ding sound, following with the doors opening. She stepped outside and looked at the double doors, that were right in front of her. She heaved a sigh and started walking towards them.

She pulled a fake smile on her face and kept taking small steps, when the door opened and a man stepped out. She was startled, so she stopped at her spot. The man turned around and also got startled, seeing her standing there.

The man seemed like, he walked out of a magazine, with his perfect tailored suit and a face, that could charm anyone. The most noticeable thing about him were his shoulders, they were impressively broad. But Celeste, was not one to be impressed so fast.

The man had placed his hand on his chest after seeing her, because he got scared. His eyes were closed and he was taking deep breaths.

He opened his eyes, giving Celeste the chance to notice, that the colour of his eyes was dark chocolate brown. It was alluring.

His manly voice brought her out of thoughts, " You scared me! I thought it was a ghost."

Celeste's lips curled up in a smile, " Do I look like a ghost?!" She teased him, who was still taking deep breaths.

He placed his hand down and smiled in return, " No! Not really! You look like an angel" His smile was cheesy, while his perfect shining teeths were also visible, adding to the sweet effect.

He walked towards Celeste and raised his hand for a handshake, adding, " I am Daniel Hale! And you are?!" There was a question in his eyes and a polite smile on his face. But he was making Celeste feel comfortable, not judging her for her scandolous outfit at all.

Celeste raised her hand and shook his hand. She smiled and introduced herself, " I am Celeste Knight! It's nice to meet you Daniel!"

They both let go of their hands and Daniel looked at his watch, indicating that he needed to be somewhere else. He patted her shoulder in a goodbye gesture and started walking, while uttering, " He must be wating for you! I also need to be somewhere. It was nice meeting you. Hope we see each other again!" He said all of this in a single breath and stepped inside the elevator, before Celeste could reply.

So, she muttered to herself in a low voice, " I don't think we will meet each other, ever again Daniel!"

Only if she knew what fate had in store for her.

She shook her head and focused on what she was here for. She again fixed her hair, which was a nervous habit and started walking towards the double doors. She raised her hand and knocked on them, while waiting for someone to open up.

AUTHOR' POV

The door opened with a smooth click sound and Celeste who was busy fixing her dress, looked up. Shocked would be an understatement if she said, that's what she felt.

In front of her, stood a man who had beauty, which couldn't be described in words. He had light brown hairs, a broad forehead, a pointed straight nose, plump set of cherry pink lips and a jaw that was sharp enough to cut through anything.

Celeste's gaze travelled upto his eyes. His eyes were the most mesmerising feature on his face. A ocean blue color. She felt her breath hitch, staring into his eyes, that looked out of this world, with the deepness they held. Warm and cold at the same time, like an ocean.

She shooked her head at her thoughts. Shit Cel! Don't think about such thing.

The person standing in front of her was enjoying her state of nervousness. He knew the power his charms held. He knew that no girl could ever escape his Greek God like beauty. He hid his smirk, not wanting to irk the girl off.

Celeste gulped her nervousness down and raised her head once again, "I am Cele-" She started, but the man in front of her interrupted her mid sentence, "I know!"

Celeste sighed. That was not what she was expecting at all. She was expecting to see a old ugly man, who's tummy would have been too round for her liking, but here she was standing in front of a man, who looked like he had just walked out of a Greek painting.

His body was perfectly shaped and Celeste was sure he was hiding eight pack abs under his sweater. She had noticed for such a rich person, he was wearing clothes, that were too casual, consisting of a white sweater and white sweatpants. What a combination!

The man was getting tired by her judging eyes, he just moved aside, so she can come inside.

Celeste's face heated up in embarassment, taking note of what she was doing, so she stepped inside. A blush crept up her face, that didn't go unnoticed by him.

She stopped just at the entrance and he closed the door behind him. She was taking in her surroundings. Contrary to the black and gold interior of the outside halls, the interior of the penthouse consisted of white, gold and pink. She didn't expect this once again.

Her gaze travelled to the living room, where white sofas were placed in N form, while plush gold and pink cushions were set in place on each seat.

She noticed the chandelier hanging above the sofas, it was white, illuminating the whole living room.

The walls of the penthouse were made of glass. She could see the whole city from here. Night was beautiful outside.

The penthouse was sleek clean, like its owner didn't like even a speck of dust. With the name of owner, she suddenly remembered that he was still standing behind her. She had embarassed herself again right! She closed her eyes cringing and slowly turned around, finding him staring at her, with his back against the door and his arms folded on his chest.

From the moment she had stepped inside, he had been observing her. She looked uncomfortable being here and it was too obvious.

The first time he had seen her, the only word he could think about was 'beautiful'. She was exceptionally beautiful, but too much makeup didn't suit her. He bet she was more beautiful without that makeup and with her simple face. His eyes had travelled from her face to her body.

She was what people described as the perfect woman, with all curves at the right place. Her skin was milky white and looked soft. He wondered what it would feel like to caress her soft skin with his rough fingers. He had shooked this though off, as he was going to find it out soon.

The most alluring thing about her, was her eyes. They were honey coloured, but looked mysterious. He could notice the underlying vulnerablity in her eyes. He surprisingly wanted to find the reason behind her eyes being like this.

He admitted internally, that she had managed to make him feel interested in her at the moment he saw her. He had this odd sense of familiarity, that he felt when he had opened the door, but he couldn't remember meeting her in the past and her name didn't ring a bell either.

When Celeste turned to face him, he pushed himself off the door and started walking. Celeste stayed rooted on her place. A question was bugging her mind, Why would a man like him want a woman like her? He could have any woman he wants then, why?

He had stopped midway, noticing that she was not following him, "Are not you coming?" He inquired with his back still facing her.

She shooked her head again. It was not her concern. She should mind her own business. Hearing his deep vibrating voice, she felt cold chills run down her spine.

She started taking short steps to follow him. Hearing the sound of the heels clicking on the floor, he started walking too.

He stopped in front of a door and stepped inside. Celeste followed him in what was surely his bedroom.

She gave a once over look to the room. There was a king size bed in the middle, a sofa at the right side, glass walls surrounding the whole room at the three sides, a door at the left which was surely a bathroom or a walk in closet and lastly the balcony. The balcony was the most amazing part. And well everything had white in it again.

He noticed her stopping to take a look again and sighed. He passed by her and sat down on the sofa.

Celeste's eyes averted to him. He sat there like a king, with his back relaxed against the sofa and his legs spread apart. His aura radiated confidence, superiority and power.

Celeste wondered who he really was and how this night was really going to turn out!

AUTHOR'S POV

She stood there awkwardly staring at him, as he took in her petite figure.

He fought the mocking smile, that was creeping it's way up his face. His mind was lighting up with ideas to mock her.

His gaze travelled from her face to her feets, taking in each inch of her body. She stood there like a statue. She understood what he was doing. He was trying to intimidate her.

She smirked. He really misjudged her. She was caught off guard, when she found him as the one who hired her as it was unusual, but now she was completely back to her normal self. Even if he screamed power and superiority, she was not phased one bit.

He took notice of the smirk adorning her face and he matched her smirk, with a evil smirk of his own. Interesting! She was really interesting!

"So!" He started still staring intensely at her. The tension was rising in the air, but no one was addressing it, as she was waiting for his order and he was busy intimidating her.

"What can you really do, dollface?" He mocked her with a smirk present on his face, as he leaned in placing his chin on his hand.

She stared in his eyes, maintaining a strong eye contact, which was amusing him to no end.

She took a step forward, reducing the distance between them and stood just in front of him, still maintaining the instense staring contest.

"Anything!" She whispered seductively and he felt himself more attracted to her. She was really something.

He had challenged her ego and now she really wanted to prove her capability, even if she was not proud of it. But he didn't knew that!

He leaned back against the sofa and placed his arms on the armrests. He felt his dominant side appearing at her submittance. She really was something different!

"Lap dance!" He uttered and she frowned with confusuion visible in her eyes.

He smirked and ordered, " Do lap dance for me!" His voice was demanding and deep.

She didn't waste anytime and grabbed her phone out of her coat's pocket to his surprise. She played a slow sensual song and threw the phone on the sofa by his side.

He was getting really amused now. She looked too innocent for such things and he didn't know why. She just didn't fit into the character of a sugar baby.

The song started playing and she sensually took her coat off, revealing her thin straps, silk dress. She threw it on the sofa too and started swaying her hips sensually to the beat.

His eyes travelled up her body again, stopping to stare at her face. She was lost into the music, feeling every beat and swaying her body sensually to it, while her right hand was swaying in the air above her head.

She was lost in the music and he was lost into her. He felt blood rushing down, hardening him.

She opened her eyes and made eyes contact with him, who was already staring intensely at her.

She smirked slightly and placed her left hand on her naked thigh. His eyes travelled down to her hand, as she sensually dragged it up her thigh, crumpling her dress along on the way. He felt enchanted, not being able to take his eyes off her. He gulped when her hand stopped by her waist and left the corner of the dress, which covered her thighs again.

The desire was growing up in him. She knew how she was effecting him, judging from the bulge visible through his pants.

She started dragging her hand along her waist to her breasts, still swaying to the beat as she closed her eyes again. He felt his throat drying up. He wanted to stop this game and take her right then and there, but he stopped himself and let the desire grow in him.

She dropped both her hands as she knew the song was coming to an end. She started approaching him sensually, with his eyes holding her's captive.

She slowly straddled him doing a body roll, as their bodies touched, sending shivers down her spine. She really was an enchantress traping him in her spell.

She stood up and sat in his lap again, this time her back facing his front as her ass grinded slightly on his hardened length, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine too. He hardly controlled a groan from escaping his lips, when she stood up taking away the pleasure with her.

The song had stopped playing making them land into the sexual tension again.

He opened his eyes, that he had unconsciously closed when their bodies touched earlier. He found her staring at him with a smirk. Feeling smug! He smirked in return and stood up towering over her.

She shouldn't have woken up the beast in him. Now she was going to regret it badly!