Billionaire Romance: Entangled

Rose

My life went up in flames because of an email.

My laptop pinged with a notification, which woke me up.

I rolled over with a groan, mindlessly searching for the laptop with my hand when I hit something hard.

"Ow!" I yelled. The pain bolted me up from the bed, clutching my injured hand. Turns out that I had hit the heavy wooden figurine that Lauren loved to buy. "Fucking wood!"

I stood up, kicking the figurine in anger.

"Hey! What did my poor figurine do to you?!" Lauren, my best friend, cheerleader, and all-time favorite of mine popped her head out of the closet, running to pick up the figurine. "That's not nice."

I had to let out a small laugh. "I was the one attacked yet I'm the bad guy?"

"He's innocent!" She argued, petting the wood. I looked at her at the same time she glanced at me and we fell into laughter.

After the giggles had died down, she reached into the fridge to toss me an ice pack which I cradled to my hand.

While I was holding it, I reached over to check my laptop with

"Mike texted you yet?" Lauren asked, glancing at me.

"That's what I'm about to see!" I say excitedly, rushing to open up the laptop, and keying in my password.

The smile dropped from my face as soon as I read the headline of the mail.

My shoulders dropped in disappointment and I dramatically slumped down on the bed, covering my face with my hands.

Crap, he couldn't even be bothered?

Mike and I fought last night- one of many- which resulted in him saying some very nasty things about me. They were too hurtful so I stomped out in anger and decided to crash over at Lauren's for the night to teach him a lesson.

So here I was, like a whiny teenager sad over her first crush.

I act out of rebellion, and the person I'm doing it for couldn't even be bothered to send me a fucking message!

"That bad?" Lauren coos sympathetically, sitting on the bed to check my laptop.

The loud squeal she let out wasn't what I was expecting.

"Is this why you're sad? You should be fucking celebrating!"

I couldn't even be bothered to rouse myself up from the bed.

"Because?"

Lauren not so politely shoved my system in my face. "Because you just got a fucking job, dumbass!"

I perked up at that, my eyes lighting up in wonder. "Really?!"

I grabbed the system, scrolling through my notifications and there it was...

Holy!

A date for an interview in one of the most prestigious companies!

"Are you seeing this?!" I gasped, my eyes wide. "A job...Oh, my God! This is good news!"

"Super!" Lauren screamed, magically bringing out a bottle of champagne to pop. "We need to celebrate!"

We hugged and danced weirdly while sipping champagne out of plastic foam cups, pretending to be supermodels.

It was silly, but it was fun.

The truth is, ever since I graduated from college, it became really hard to land a good job, and since I didn't want to spend the rest of my life, waiting tables in a crappy bar, I had to put myself together.

I spent the last six months submitting resumes and application letters to various companies but as months passed by, so did my hope.

Yet, now...

I picked up my phone to call Mike, excited to share the news with him.

It rang several times. He didn't pick up.

Immediately, my mind started to wander, creating scenarios or reasons why he wasn't picking up my calls.

"Hey!" Lauren clapped her hands on my shoulders, steering me towards her. "Forget about Mike, he's probably at work. What you need to do is figure your shit out, you need to go home, get your closet sorted, and make up with your man." She tapped my cheeks. "Do you think you can do that?"

I stared into Lauren's eyes, once again reminded as to why I loved her so much. Impulsively, I hugged her. "Thank you so much, I love you."

She rubbed my back. "Ditto! Now get your ass out of here!"

Lauren slapped my ass, making me laugh. I showered, freshened up, and pulled on my clothes from last night.

Ensuring I had packed up everything I needed, I bade Lauren goodbye and made my way home.

Home was a little flat out here on North Avenue. It was old and small but it was quiet and we loved it.

Or so I thought.

Because of the layout of the house, it was quite easy to hear any and everything once you were near your apartment.

I used my key to enter, and suddenly my senses were flooded.

I could see pieces of clothing- female and male- on the couch strewn everywhere, half-eaten plates and glasses. I had this tight feeling in my chest and despite my gut reminding me that this might be a bad idea, I walked towards the bedroom.

There my greatest nightmare came to life.

The bedroom door was wide open, giving light to intimate acts going on.

Mike was spread eagle on the bed, moaning in ecstasy while a buxom, Black woman was riding him with a lot of enthusiasm.

What the hell?

Mike was long gone, lost in the clouds of pleasure...until I screamed.

I held the sides of my head and let out a piercing scream that broke through the haze of their pleasure. Mike's face drained of all color as soon as he saw me, trying to scramble off the bed.

"Rose, baby...baby, hold on...I can explain, please wait-" He came towards me but I flinched away from his touch.

"Don't t-touch m-me!" I was breathing hard, tears coming dripping down the corner of my eyes.

"You..."

I couldn't take it anymore, and I ran away, leaving behind Mike's pathetic pleas, to reach out to the one person that had my back always.

"Lauren, it's me."

Rose

"Are you going to keep doing this?" Lauren intruded on my moment of solitude. "You've had your head buried under those pillows for hours and you haven't even left this room all day."

"Yes, I have." I popped my head out of the pillows, allowing them to frame my face.

"Going to the bathroom doesn't count." Lauren glared at me.

I popped back under the pillows, not sure I could handle criticism right now. My heart was as fragile as butter.

But Lauren had it out for me. One minute, I was contemplating my life resting in a plush environment in darkness and the next thing I knew, Lauren had dragged the sheets away from my body, leaving me feeling naked.

"Hey!"

"Get your ass up." She stretched out her hand, but like the child I am, I refused and rolled to the other side of the bed, hugging my knees.

Lauren just sighed, toeing off her shoes to lie on the bed with me, cradling my face in her hands.

We were so close, our breaths mingled and I could see how pale her eyes were.

"I'm just going to be honest with you," Lauren started. "Mike is an asshole. Shh!" She pressed her hands against my lips, keeping me quiet when I wanted to defend him. "And you need to forget about him because the moment you get back with him after this, that's it...our friendship is over."

My shoulders slumped. "But what if ...what if it w-was a-a mistake?" My lower lip wobbled, fresh tears drilling down my cheeks.

"Did that look like a mistake to you?" Lauren asked. I shook my head. "He's dead to you and me, period. Now you have two choices, sit in here and wallow about Mike, or celebrate your wins and come out to party with me."

"Party?" I knew that for Lauren to ask me, meant she wasn't taking no for an answer.

"I got two free tickets to a VIP club. Guess where?" She twirled her hair around her hair.

My mind was blank, except for the image of that lady riding Mike which was on repeat in my brain. "Skylers?" I mentioned the name of a random club.

Lauren hissed. "Skylers is old news. It's this new one on Palms Street....Club Sin."

My eyebrows were raised. "Sin?" I rolled the name on my tongue, intrigued.

It sounds decadent and refined, like those thousand-dollar bottles of wine.

Lauren tickled me, aware that she had caught my interest. Magically unleashing the tickets, she waved them in front of my face. "Come on..."

I hesitated, still unsure.

"There'll be tons of handsome men for you to grind on and one last thing...Bills on me!" Lauren whooped.

I smiled. I was sold.

I had yet to grab my things from Mike's place, so I was left with Lauren's clothes.

It's a good thing that we're the same size.

I took my shower while Lauren prepared our outfits, standing in the hot water, letting it massage and knead my tired body and soul.

Fuck Mike.

I didn't need him or anyone. If he wants to fuck other women, then so can I!

My pep talk only lasted for a minute before I burst into tears.

I allowed my feelings to come out, all the hurt, pain, and sadness I felt to wash out of my system.

By the time I emerged from the shower, I was a changed person.

"What's this?" I blurt upon sighting the straps of clothes on the bed.

"It's for you!"

I held the scraps of clothes tied together wondering what it was supposed to cover. Nonetheless, I tried it on without argument and I had to give it to Lauren.

I looked hot!

It was a black, shiny midi dress that stopped halfway on my thighs. It had spaghetti straps to hold the top up which I crisscrossed around my back.

Lauren handled my hair and makeup, sweeping my curly blond hair into a sexy, sleepy bedhead that looked hot on me.

Lauren's outfit was similar to mine and by the time we were done, it was half past 9.

We got there in less than ten minutes, with Lauren confidently sashaying to the front of the lineup.

With a smile, a sexy jiggle of her breasts, and flashing the tickets, we were in.

The club was packed to the brim, with a cloud of smoke giving it this mysterious look.

Lauren looped her hands around mine so we didn't get lost in the crush of bodies.

Finding our way to the bar, Lauren drew me close yelling into my ear. "Light or heavy?"

It was our code for whether we wanted to start the night off with a bang- heavy alcohol- or with something light.

"Light!" I yelled into her ear.

I'm not sure she heard me, because she was busy wriggling her slim body to the beat, lost in the rhythm. She ordered from the bar while I turned around, taking in the scene.

Clubbing was a good place to unwind, and feel the beat pulsing through your veins while you soak yourself in alcohol, but right now...as I watched guys and girls dance together, making out, it only reminded me of what I lost.

"Bottoms up!" Lauren yelled, handing me a glass

We clinked them together and swallowed them down in one gulp.

"Whooo!" Lauren screamed, turning to the side to face a guy who'd caught her attention.

My eyes watered from the burn of the alcohol and I pressed my hands up against the counter to steady myself.

To distract myself, I looked up, directly above me was the VIP section.

The moment I glanced up, my eyes clashed with another man's. He had a neatly shaven beard, and sexy, disheveled hair like he'd been running his hands through it...but it was his eyes that held me.

They were so intense, almost like he could see right through me.

His mouth tipped up in a grin and I sucked in a sharp breath, blown away by the raw sensuality that exuded from me.

Who. The. Hell. Was. That?

Rose

The handsome stranger kept staring at me and as if I was connected to a magnet, I couldn't stop looking at him either.

Finally, he crooked a finger with that devilish grin still pasted on his lips and I almost came.

Fuuuuckkk...

He sat there, patiently waiting for me and even though I knew I was making a big mistake, I tossed back the rest of my drink and went to find my friend.

I found her in a dark corner with a stranger, being all sexy and stuff.

I pulled at her arm, gaining her attention. "I'm heading up there," I pointed to the VIP section where my sexy stranger was still looking like he wanted to devour me whole. "Wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm good," Lauren replies, making kissy faces with the guy she's with.

I hesitated, worried about her but then I shrugged it off. Lauren's a big girl with martial arts training so she can take care of herself.

Whatever.

I fluffed my hair a bit, smacking my lips to make sure I still looked hot before making my way to the VIP section, acting all confident.

As usual, the bodyguards stopped my ascent into the place but with a smooth wave of his hands from them, they parted like water.

Hmm...he must be a big spender.

As I walked towards his corner which was deserted, I realized that his face looked familiar but the alcohol swimming in my belly didn't give me much leeway to think.

I stopped in front of him, with my legs spread. "You called?"

"Come take a seat." The words rumbled out of his perfectly sculpted chest which I could see through the three buttons undone on his shirt.

I slid into the leather, upholstered seat, and between the table and the unknown guy's spread legs, I didn't have much room.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here?" He toyed with my hair, leaning to sniff at my neck.

I half snorted, half laughed, leaning away from him before I did something stupid, like begging him to fuck me. "That's the best you've got?"

He gave me a self-deprecating shrug. "Hey, take pity on us weak mortals desperate for your touch..."

My willpower could only hold for so long. My eyes slid halfway close. "Oh, yeah? How desperate are you?"

So fast that I didn't see him move, he easily picked me up, setting me astride his thighs. His gray eyes sucked me in, shining with desire. "Very..."

He rapidly closed the distance between our bodies, holding back at the last minute to give me a chance to change my mind.

I fisted his silk shirt in my hands, angling my hips over his increasingly hard dick.

That was all the consent he needed, and he slammed his lips down over mine.

Holy fuckingggggg...

I almost came on the spot, that was how good he was with his mouth. There and then, all thoughts of Mike, responsibilities, and my work flew out of my head.

I jerked my mouth from his, breathing hard. "What's your name?"

Hot, Sexy guy blinked slowly. "What?"

"I need something to moan," I leaned down so our breaths mingled. "I keep calling you Hot, Sexy guy in my head."

That devilish smirk returned. "You think I'm hot and sexy?"

I tapped him lightly on the chest, rolling my eyes. "Focus."

"Call me Dom. Dominic."

I grabbed the back of Dom's head, sinking my fingers into his soft hair and pulling him towards me so resumed kissing.

He bit my lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth, the slow pull doing funny things to my vagina.

I couldn't hold the moans in anymore, so I threw my head back, moaning loudly.

My gown rode up with each movement and Dominic took good advantage of it.

He placed his big hand on my lap while his mouth found its way to the shell of my ear, licking and sucking at the same time those sneaky hands of his crept up my thigh and past my dress.

My heart nearly stopped when his fingers grazed the top of my panties.

I was a drenched mess, humping his thick thigh so I could get off, my hands holding on to those broad shoulders for life.

"Look at me," Dom gruffly commanded.

It was a struggle to drag myself from the haze of pleasure I was in, but I fluttered my eyes open to stare into Dominic's.

Which was the hottest thing ever.

A single digit flipped my panties to the side, and in one single motion, he buried that finger deep.

I nearly screamed out loud but Dom slanted his lips over mine in the nick of time.

He added another finger, then another until three thick fingers were lodged in my vagina, pumping in and out.

Dom flicked my clit with his thumb, curling his fingers upwards to hit my g-spot in a come hither motion and I lost my mind.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing into suddenly that my back bowed but I flowed with it, chasing its high.

Dominic swallowed all my moans and I was pretty sure I gave him bruises from digging my nails so hard into his back.

I came down slowly, feeling spent yet rejuvenated like a phoenix. I slumped on Dominic's body, using the next minutes to catch my breath

Dominic shifted to hold me closer to his chest, and I brushed his hard-on in the process.

If this was what his fingers could do, then what about that monster?!

I shivered in anticipation, which Dominic mistook for cold. He offered me his jacket, adjusting his pants so his erection wasn't so noticeable.

"Ready to take this somewhere else?" Dominic stood up, stretching a hand out to me.

My smile was a bit woozy and my legs felt like noodles but it just felt right.

Being with Dominic in this moment.

I slapped my hand on his. "I was born ready."