Billionaire Daredevil In Love.

Nadine.

I shut my eyes for the second time since the call began.

My phone was placed on the kitchen counter, while I used a knife on some vegetables. Preparing dinner just before my shift had to be the most aggravating thing ever.

"Are you even listening to me?" Naomi asked.

"Of course, I am!" I yelled from where I stood.

"Shit. Just a minute!"

I stood on my toes and tried to reach for the jam on top of the shelf.

The kitchenette was small, but I couldn't blame anyone. It was all I could afford, and since I've been saving for a better future, I have to manage this.

"You know what?" Naomi said. "Just do your thing, and I'll see you later at work."

"Uh- okay. I'll be there soon." I turned to look at the screen, and my lips twitched.

"I'm sorry, Naomi, I'll be there in-"

The call ended before I could say anything else, and I exhaled audibly. There was so much to do and very little time.

Naomi knew how occupied I was, so she kept her stories for later. I have no idea what exactly she wanted to say, but I knew it had to be one of her club stories.

Despite not being able to stand people, Naomi is the closest person to me. She makes my stay at the club bearable and less stressful.

I wouldn't say she's my best friend cause the word feels weird. I'll say she's the closest person to me after my sister, Anna.

"Oh shit," I blurted and turned to the pot when I realized my food was already burning.

I tried to wave the smoke off and just tossed the pan away.

When I finished with that, I changed the pan and started again. This was the most annoying part of having a sibling.

You wouldn't be able to do things without considering them, and again, you have to make them dinner even if it means going late to work.

I've had this job for only a few weeks and couldn't afford to lose it. Not yet, and not when I have a bunch of bills to take care of and a teenage sister who keeps asking for cash.

I checked my phone screen to see the time and calculated the minutes I had left.

I had barely forty minutes before my shift, and I was making dinner. I still had to take my bath and get my bag packed.

"Here smells nice!"

Of course, it scented nice. I rolled my eyes and continued cooking.

"Hi, sis," Anna said, and a small smile tugged on her lips.

"Hey. How are you?" I asked and loomed in her direction.

She dropped her backpack and fell to the dining table. "Tired and starving. What's for dinner?"

"Whatever you make," I blurted.

"Ourgh!! Nadine," she dragged. "I swear I'm starving."

"And I'm running late," I told her. "Come and have this, it's yours."

Her brows flickered, and she jumped up in happiness. "You're the best sister ever!!"

I tried to wriggle out of her hug and took off the apron. I placed it on the table and used my hands to trace my hair.

I tried arranging my red hair, but the strands kept slipping off my hands.

Anna Moore looked like she has been starved all her life, and she hastily took a bite from her plate of food.

When she raised her head to look at me, a furrow appeared on her forehead.

"What?" I asked. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

She chewed gently and paused. "You look weird. Like awful, but a bath can solve that. Uh- a perfume too."

"You are a fucking piece of shit," I laughed.

"Glad you got the joke," she chuckled and returned to her food.

I smiled and turned away. "I'll just have my bath and get ready for work. I'm working all night so don't expect me."

"I hate it when you work all night," Anna admitted.

"Yeah, me too. I have to be around annoying proud people, and I hate it so much."

After my shower, I felt good. A sudden sensation coursed through me, and I felt fresh.

I grabbed my usual T-shirt from the wardrobe and jumped up while wearing my skinny jeans.

Everything was going as planned till I couldn't find my shoes. There was no way I'd go to work wearing a pair of slippers, so I crouched to the floor and tried to find it.

"Here you are," I scoffed and stretched to bring the shoe from beneath the bed.

I used the wet rag to clean it and slid my legs into it.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I turned slightly to the left and packed my hair into a ponytail.

My hazel eyes looked beautiful as always, but I needed to get the perfect look.

There was nothing more perfect than owning an eyeliner and being able to use it whenever.

I lined my eyes carefully till I got the desired arc. My mouth opened slightly, and I used my fingers to clean the excesses.

"Don't ruin this," I told myself and used a wipe instead.

"You're running late!" Anna Moore's voice yelled from the dining area.

She was only seventeen, but she sounded so mature, and you'd mistake her for my age.

Well, the only difference was that she still depends on me for necessities and that is very okay.

Anna is my only sister, and I tried my best to cater to her needs.

"I'm coming!" I responded and reached for my bag.

It wasn't a fancy bag, just some shopping bag big enough to contain my cup of coffee, my next read, and of course, my clothes.

I dashed out and met Anna standing by the doorway. She was looking at the screen of a phone.

I looked closer, and it was my phone.

"What's that?" I asked when she kept looking blankly.

"Look," she said softly and turned the phone to me.

My heart sank.

ANOTHER REJECTION!

Clayton

My eyes crinkle at the edges as I scowled.

I dropped the glass of bourbon on the slab and turned to face my brother.

"It's a good idea, Clayton. It's just an investment."

"No, it's not," I fired. "You don't expect me to invest in the same company that stole from me. I hate liars, Enzo. I hate them so fucking much."

He exhaled and turned to the other side.

This conversation was only pissing me off, but it was better we have it now.

The company Enzo wants us to invest in scammed me of 16 million dollars and got away with it because there was no trace.

I did my investigations and found out, but I had no genuine evidence so I couldn't sue them.

"It's ridiculous if you don't see how you can recover by investing in this business."

"What's ridiculous is how you think I should invest again. Come on man, what do you think this is? A game or what? I work hard for my money, and I don't -" I paused when I realized how high my voice was.

Being a self-made billionaire made me conscious of the investments and profits made.

Enzo didn't care about that. He just wanted to create an avenue where he could squander my money without giving me an account.

He must think I am just a rich asshole who thinks so great of himself, and he's not-

"Clayton, you're a sick egomaniac," he blurted, pointing his finger at me.

Well, he took the words out of my mouth because I was just about to explain how he was not wrong.

A lot of people see me from that perspective, and that's okay. I love the satisfaction on their faces when they realize who I am.

Enzo walked out, and I stared at the space sipping my glass of bourbon.

He's my older brother but acts like a child and not someone three years older.

I became a billionaire and the CEO of four different applications in twenty countries, and at age 35, there's not a single magazine that I haven't been featured on.

It felt good.

The money. Fame. Sexy ladies, and the fear that came with it.

I wouldn't call it respect because people are more concerned about what I'd do to them if they dared me, than the amount of respect that should be accorded.

"Excuse me, sir-"

I turned in the direction of my bodyguard and raised my brow.

"There's a lady outside. She's waiting to see you."

"Send her away."

"But-"

"I said, send her away."

I didn't have to know who it was. I've had a couple of one-night stands to know these ladies.

They always come back for more, and it's deadlier if you let them.

The last woman that followed me home had me interested in her, but the moment she made me cum, I felt a sudden irritation.

I could get whoever I wanted, and that was not a problem.

My phone buzzed on the slab, and I checked the caller ID.

TRENT.

MY BEST PAL.

He only called this late when he wanted to say something important.

I picked the call. "I'm not sure if it is important, but I'm listening."

"Common Clayton, just some fun won't hurt. You've had a busy day, and I know someone who can get your cock sucked."

"I'm not moved," I announced.

It wasn't a new thing to get me fascinated. I've had blondes, and different kind of women use their hands gently while sucking my cock.

"But I'll give it a try," I added.

"Club96."

"I'll meet you in fifteen minutes."

The call ended, and I smirked. Thinking of how pleasurable the night was about to be, I grabbed my keys from the table.

"Club 96," I told the driver and slid into the warmth of the passenger seat.

He put the car into reverse and pulled properly onto the road.

As I stepped down from the car, I could hear loud music from the club. I strode inside looking like a damn snack.

"Hi, sir! Welcome to Club96."

I looked at the lady standing in front of me, and I could tell she felt embarrassed.

Not because she was bad-looking or shit but because of the way I looked at her which wasn't receptive.

I glanced up and saw Trent approaching the table. He had a smile tugged on his lips, and his short, brown hair glistened with dew under the artificial lights.

"Good to see you, man," he grinned and took the seat opposite me.

"You look sort of pissed."

Trent knew me better than anyone ever did, and he knew each of my expressions and their meaning.

We've been friends for twenty years, and there has never been a day where he did not attempt to read my expression.

"Hmm," I admitted and turned to the barman. "Vodka."

I turned back to him, and his brows were raised.

"What happened this time, your mom?"

"Hell no."

Well, that response only came out because my mom had nothing to do with Enzo's greed.

"I mean - no. It's not her this time, it's Enzo."

"What does he want?" Trent asked.

"He wants me to invest again." I took the glass from the tray and gulped a shot.

I opened my mouth slightly and gestured for the barman to fill in the glass again.

"That's insane!" Trent said. "Does he not have a life outside squandering money?"

I raised my shoulder in response. "Enough about Enzo. I need to feel relieved."

"I know that, and that's why we're here." He looked around and then smirked. "There she is."

I followed his direction and turned my head, but a voice interrupted before I could see her.

"Excuse me!" She spoke. "The boss has asked me to send in your orders. Do you want anything?"

"I don't drink," I blurted without looking at her. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and see the lady Trent was showing me.

"But-"

Pissed, I raised my head only to find the most captivating hazel eyes staring at me.

Nadine.

There was nothing worse than having a mood swing right before you get to work.

Anna was playing a game when she saw it- the rejection mail.

I've always tried to make ends meet by doing many things simultaneously.

I sent an application to an art gallery in Spokane to have some of my works exhibited, but again, it got rejected.

I changed into the T-shirt that had waiter inscribed on it and pushed my shirt into my bag.

"Finally," Naomi scoffed. "I was scared I was going to lie again."

"Ourgh, no."

She wasn't going to lie to me today. She usually did that whenever the Boss asked, and I wasn't at work yet.

"I lied that you are busy serving a customer, you know how brutal boss can be" she sighs.

"Thanks, Naomi" I smiled and picked up a tray.

This was a phase, and I could handle rejection a second time.

"Are you good?"

I nudged the strand of my red hair out of my face and exhaled. "Yeah- I'm fine."

I tried to smile, but it was so fake, and I just got irritated.

"Did something happen at home?"

"No. Why?"

"Cause you look uh- I don't know the word, but you don't look okay."

I chuckled lightly. "I guess it's a good thing that you can't place the word."

"No, it's frustrating. You're difficult to read, and that's the problem."

"Oh shit. Can we stop talking about me and talk about the story? The one we couldn't talk over the phone."

"Here is not the best place to talk about it either."

"Naomi."

She laughed. "Oh, you like my gossips, huh?"

I wasn't going to deny it. I did love her stories and the feelings that came with them.

They made me curious and amused and sometimes I just felt bad for her on how she knows everyone's business.

What she goes through to get these gossips before anyone does.

I wish I could be like her. Tell stories to ease my pain but the stories I had were depressing as fuck, and the only exciting story I had could get me into trouble if anyone heard it.

The big men appear during the weekends to have a glass of expensive drinks. Drinks that could pay Anna Moore's tuition and give me some regular cash.

I've been hell broke since I lost my online job and with the rejections of my artwork.

The only pay I am surviving on is the salary from the club, and of course, the little money I make from these men.

It was simple.

Get them to believe I'm going to pleasure them and have them drugged.

Just a little amount incapable of killing them. I can't imagine going to jail for murder and leaving Anna Moore to be without a family.

It's a fraud, and I can get caught for it, but at this point, I dont care.

"Isn't that nice?" Naomi's voice asked, and I realized how lost I was.

"Yeah," I blurted trying to hide the fact that I wasn't following her story.

"Oh my god!" She scowled. "You're not listening."

I sighed. "Okay, I need your help."

"With what?" She asked.

"Can you find out who is lodging at the VIP suite tonight?"

"Nadine! How am I-"

"Please. I know you have access to it."

"Fine." She turned away, and after maneuvering the system, she turned back to me.

"Clayton Rocco. A fucking rich business tycoon."

"Thanks," I responded and gave her a small smile.

"I' 'll leave you to work your shift now." She reached for her bag, and I frowned.

"Just wait a little longer," I told her. I needed her to get this done.

I usually knew my next target from this time, so it'd be easier to keep up with them and get my task done.

"Ladies," a voice called, and it was the Boss.

"There's a room in the suite that needs a drink, go there quickly."

"Oh, sure. I got it."

I looked at the paper and a small smile crept on my lips.

It was the suite, Clayton's suite.

All I needed was a means to carry out this damn plan of mine.

I got the drink and headed to the room. I knocked gently. "Customer Service."

The lighting was dim and silver walls flashed at my face in a midnight-blue flicker.

I swallowed hard as I strode inside and gently dropped the order on a side table.

He wasn't inside the room and I could tell he would be out for only a moment. Who the hell leaves their door open after making an order?

As I lowered the drink, my eyes caught the briefcase on the bed.

"Oh, my god."

It was opened and stacked with dollars. I looked around, and there was no sight of him so I tiptoed closer.

If I took a few bucks, there was no way he'd notice and that way, I didn't even have to go ahead with seducing or doing shit.

I took the first ton of cash and slid it into my dress. I took the second and when I figured that would be enough to get away with, I reached for the briefcase to adjust it the way I saw it.

"Who the fuck are you?" A voice asked and I froze.

GOD NO!

"Are you deaf?" His hoarse voice asked again, but I was still panting hard and unable to turn to face him.

The consequences of my actions flashed in my eyes, and I felt so hopeless.

"I'll lock you up and-"

I turned to face him immediately. "Please, no. I'm only a waitress here and-"

His gaze shone at the sight of me, like he recognize me from somewhere.

"A thief? Nobody steals from me bitch!"

"Please don't report me, I'll do whatever you want. Please, I'll lose my job if you do."

"I don't care about you or your fucking job. You stole from me and I'll make sure you suffer for that."

"Please, sir. I- I can't afford -"

"Of course can't afford shit," he cussed. "I'll let you go on one condition."

My eyes lit up.

" Warm my bed for the night, you slut."