Billionaires Temptation

Deja's POV

The sun was hot as hell today, the kind that glued your shirt to your back and made the sidewalk feel like it could burn through your sneakers. But we were still outside - walking like we were auditioning for a music video.

Me, Tara, and Serena.

From a distance, we probably looked like a trio of trouble. We always did. But anyone paying close attention knew the difference.

Tara was the wild one - bold lipstick, bold mouth, loud energy. Serena? Calm like water. Quiet, always thinking too much. But me?

I was... everything in between.

The one people stared at.

The one who looked like she had it all, but truthfully? I was the one who needed the most.

Tara turned her head toward me, her long box braids bouncing as she walked. "Damn, D, you really tryna break necks today, huh?"

I smirked. "They have eyes. I'm just giving them a reason to use them."

"Girl." She laughed. "You know if I had your body, I'd be charging men to look at me."

"You already do," Serena said dryly, not even glancing up from her phone.

Tara gasped playfully. "Rude! Why is the quiet one always the meanest?"

We all laughed. It felt good, that laughter - light, warm, like something I could hold onto for once.

But then Tara stopped walking, mid-step, and spun on her heel with a suspicious smile. "Wait... I forgot to tell y'all something."

Serena narrowed her eyes. "Don't start, Tara."

I tilted my head. "What now?"

Tara pulled out her phone like it was a diamond-encrusted invitation. "My cousin just texted. He's bartending at Infinity tonight."

I blinked. "Infinity? Like the celebrity club?"

"The one with the rooftop pool and gold doors?" Serena added, suddenly alert.

"Yup." Tara nodded. "And guess what? He's getting us in. VIP."

My jaw dropped. "You're joking."

Tara raised her brows. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Serena blinked slowly. "That's not funny, Tara. That place is... it's too much."

"That's the point!" I said, my heart already skipping.

"Exactly," Tara added. "We've been dying for a night out. This is the night."

Serena looked between us, clearly torn. "Yeah, but Deja... your mom. Doesn't she already think we're turning you into the next Instagram baddie?"

I sighed. "Please. She thinks you two are Satan's side chicks."

"Because you hang with us," Tara teased. "We're contagious."

Serena looked at me again. "So how are you gonna pull this off?"

I shrugged like it was simple. "I'll tell her I'm going to Kyle's house."

Both of them groaned at once.

"Oh my God," Serena said. "Not Kyle."

Tara burst into laughter. "The nerdy boy who tried to give our teacher a more accurate answer last week?"

I grinned. "Exactly. That boy is like a walking 'parent-safe zone.' My mom won't even question it."

"Smart," Serena admitted. "Still risky."

I flicked my hair. "Everything about my life is risky. But I'm not missing this."

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Walking into my house was like stepping into a circus tent. The heat from the kitchen mixed with loud voices and the broken fan blowing air that felt more like noise than wind.

The TV was on full volume, Griffin - my 16-year-old brother - yelling at his game controller like the characters could hear him.

"SHOOT, YOU IDIOT! LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!"

I shook my head. "You're gonna burst a vein."

He didn't hear me. Or ignored me.

My sister was half-dressed, pacing in the hallway on a video call, probably with some guy she'd forget about next week. Mom's voice floated in from the kitchen, giving orders to no one in particular.

I rushed upstairs, tossed my bag on the bed, and dug into my closet like I was raiding treasure. It wasn't much - mostly affordable stuff I made look expensive with the right attitude.

I pulled out my black silk wrap top and a tight pair of jeans that hugged my hips just right. Then paused.

No.

If we were going to Infinity, I needed something more.

I grabbed a tiny overnight bag and started packing: heels, lashes, body shimmer, a short black dress, and my favorite lip gloss that smelled like vanilla sin. I was zipping it up when my door burst open.

"Mum said come downstairs for dinner," Griffin announced, already turning to leave.

I looked up slowly. "Do you ever knock?"

"Nope," he said proudly. "What you packin'? "

My heart skipped. "Shut up."

He grinned, the annoying little devil. "I didn't say anything."

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Dinner was... exactly what I expected.

Uncomfortable silence.

My dad stared at his food like it had personally offended him. My mom kept looking at my older brother like she was waiting for him to mess up. Which he did.

"You smell like smoke," Dad said suddenly, voice low but sharp. "You think I don't know what you're doing out there?"

My brother muttered something under his breath. I didn't hear it, but Dad did.

He stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. "You wanna act like a man in my house? Then you better start living like one."

And just like that, he was gone - footsteps heavy as he left the table.

Mom closed her eyes for a moment, then sighed. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

I cleared my throat. "Um... Mom?"

She looked at me, already suspicious.

"I'm going to Kyle's house tonight. We're finishing our science project."

There was a pause. Too long.

"That nerdy boy?" she asked slowly.

I nodded. "Yep."

Another pause.

"Be back before eight tomorrow. I don't want to hear any excuses."

I smiled sweetly. "Of course."

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Later that night, I slipped Griffin a $5 bill while he lay on the couch.

"Wash the dishes for me. It's my turn and I'm running late."

He took the money without hesitation. "Make it ten next time."

"Don't push your luck."

As I tied my hair up, my sister appeared in the hallway.

"Where you headed all dolled up?"

"Kyle's."

She laughed out loud. "Girl, I don't know what Kyle you talkin' about, but that outfit says 'sin,' not science."

I rolled my eyes. "Just cover for me."

She gave me a little smirk. "Don't get pregnant."

I grabbed my bag and called over my shoulder. "Not tonight."

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When I got to Tara's, I could already feel the energy buzzing from the house.

Her cousin's voice drifted from the kitchen as he talked on the phone, and Serena was sitting cross-legged in front of a mirror, brushing out her wig.

Tara tossed a silver, skin-tight dress at me. "Put this on. Now."

I stared at it. "You serious?"

"You wanna blend in at Infinity or shut it down?"

I slid it on, and when I stepped out, both girls paused.

"Girl..." Serena whispered. "You look dangerous."

Tara grinned and walked around me in a slow circle. "I swear, you don't even know what you're carrying back there."

She slapped my butt playfully, and I laughed.

Then her phone buzzed.

"Our ride's outside."

We looked at each other.

Heels clicked against the hardwood. Perfume trailed in the air behind us. And for a few perfect seconds, we weren't three broke girls with strict parents and messy homes.

We were stars.

And tonight, the city was our sky.

Deja's POV

The cab smelled like leather, strong perfume, and excitement.

Tara had her phone out, scrolling through Instagram and laughing under her breath. Serena sat by the window, watching the city blur past, her brows furrowed like she was debating if this was a good idea. I sat between them, legs crossed, heart pounding beneath my silver dress.

"This better not be a waste of lashes," I muttered, adjusting my gown

Tara looked up. "Girl, it won't be. You know who hangs out at Infinity, right?"

Serena cut her eyes toward her. "Here we go."

Tara leaned in like she had a secret too hot for the internet. "I heard Nic Maddox is in town. And guess where he always goes when he's bored?"

I blinked. "Infinity?"

Tara nodded, grinning wide. "Mm-hmm. That man is fine and dangerous. Rich as hell, quiet, scary... the kind that breaks your heart with a smile."

Serena added softly, "Didn't he just break up with that model? What's her name again... Amy?"

"Amy Star," I said quickly. "She was all over that Vogue shoot last month."

"Yup," Tara said. "He dumped her right before their three-month anniversary."

"Figures," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's why the media calls him The 90-Day Prince."

Serena raised a brow. "That's awful."

"That's iconic," I corrected. "He takes them, spoils them, and leaves them."

Tara gave me a side-eye. "Sounds like your dream man."

I didn't deny it. "Honestly? If he ever looked at me twice... I'd let him spoil me senseless."

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When the cab pulled up outside Infinity, our words died in our throats.

The building glowed under the New York night, glassy and tall with gold lights trailing its sides like something out of a movie. Expensive cars lined the curb. Doormen in black suits stood like statues. Inside the tinted windows, I could already see bodies moving to music and chandeliers that sparkled like stars.

Serena whispered, "This place is insane."

Tara fixed her lip gloss. "Look hot, act richer than you are, and don't let anyone see you blink."

I swallowed the intimidation. If I wanted out of the life I was in, this was where I had to start.

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Inside, the bass vibrated through my chest. Neon lights flashed over velvet walls. Everyone smelled like wealth - cologne, perfume, and something more expensive than either of those.

We walked straight to the bar, where Tara's cousin - tall, tan, with tattoos climbing up one arm - was mixing drinks like he owned the place.

"Look what the city dragged in," he said, eyes flicking straight to me.

Tara grinned. "This is Deja. That's Serena."

He offered me a slow smile. "You want something sweet or strong?"

"Sweet," I replied, locking eyes with him.

He slid us three flutes of something pink and bubbling. I took mine with a soft "thanks," but in my mind, I already knew.

He was fine. But I needed more.

I needed someone who could change my life.

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We were mid-laugh over Serena's story about our math teacher's body odor when a man in all black approached - tall, expressionless, his eyes hidden behind tinted glasses.

He stopped in front of me.

Didn't speak. Just stood.

"Can I help you?" I asked, brows raised.

His hand slowly lifted, pointing upstairs - to a roped-off balcony glowing in warm gold light.

"He wants to see you."

My chest tightened. "Who?"

The man didn't answer.

But I followed his finger to the top.

And there he was.

Lounging on a black velvet couch, surrounded by $100 bills, a few slow-dancing strippers, and two well-dressed men. But my eyes didn't linger on them.

They locked onto him.

Nic Maddox.

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Even from this distance, he was dangerous.

Tall, lean, with sharp cheekbones, dark messy hair, and the kind of grey eyes that looked like storms lived inside them. His shirt - black, vintage, and partially unbuttoned - teased his chest, smooth and cut like sin. A glint of gold on his wrist: a Rolex, heavy and loud without saying a word.

Tara's breath hitched beside me.

"Is that...?"

"Holy sh*t," Serena whispered.

Tara nudged me. "Girl, go."

I hesitated.

Tara whispered again, "This is your moment."

So I handed Serena my glass, pushed my shoulders back, and walked toward the stairs.

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Up close, everything felt surreal.

Thick stacks of money were spread across the marble floor like poker chips. A couple of strippers giggled near the pole in the corner. A bottle of vintage whiskey sat uncorked beside glasses of untouched champagne.

Nic's friends watched me as I stepped in. One of them - Lucas, I assumed - raised his glass at me with a flirtatious smirk. The other, Stone, barely looked my way. His arms were crossed, face hard like concrete.i can't believe I'm seeing the countries hot cakes,fate is really making me dance in lucks boot

I stopped short when I reached him.

The infamous man himself.

Nic turned his head slowly.

Those grey eyes locked on mine, unmoving.

Predatory.

"Darling," he said, voice smooth and deep,sexy "come sit with me."

I blinked, stepped forward, and reached for the couch seat beside him-

-but before I could sit, he pulled me straight into his lap.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, and his hand tightened around my waist.

He was strong. Smelled like spice and something expensive.

"What's your name?" he asked, eyes trailing my neck.

"Deja."

"And your age?"

"Eighteen."

He didn't react. No shock. No hesitation.

"I saw you at the bar," he said quietly. "You're even more beautiful up close."

He leaned in, lips brushing my skin.

Then his mouth pressed against my neck-

Soft. Possessive. Dangerous.

I inhaled sharply, my body betraying my brain.

"I want my friends up here," I whispered.

He smirked. "Of course."

He lifted a hand. The man in black was gone and back within moments, guiding Tara and Serena upstairs.

Their eyes were wide. Terrified. Excited.

Nic didn't let me move from his lap. Instead, he poured me a glass of something strong and handed it to me without breaking eye contact.

Lucas let out a low whistle when the girls approached. "Look what the boss dragged in."

"You're done for the night."Lucas says to the strippers lingering around in their vip space.

One of them - a tall blonde - glared at me like I'd just stolen her throne. I didn't blink. She stomped out.

Lucas- warm, cheeky - pulled Tara down beside him. Stone just nodded at Serena, but I saw it. The way his eyes lingered. Silent. Focused.

Nic's hand slid down my hip again.

"Wanna come home with me?" he asked softly.

There was no hesitation in my body.

"Yes."

He stood, tugging me up with him. His hand never left mine.

"Leaving," he told his friends.

Lucas saluted.

I looked at Serena and Tara. "I'll call you guys."

They nodded, still in shock.

And then... I walked out with him.

For the first time in my life, I stepped into a Maybach.

Cold leather. Soft jazz. The smell of money and sex and secrets.

And the man beside me?

He didn't say a word.

But his hand rested firmly on my thigh.

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His hand slid up my thigh before the car even pulled He didn't speak. Didn't ask. He just moved, like he already knew I'd let him.

You re hungry ?.... He asks staring at me with an unreable expression

"No".. I replied .....I'm nervous ,What was I doing?i fucking lied to my mum,and I'm here sitted in a car that probably cost more than my entire life and yet I didn't want to leave...

Wanna share your thoughts?....he asked

Just that my mama might kill me .....I said

He smirks "she won't dare "he says kissing my neck

I bite my lips.

We stepped down from the car as he pulls my fingers into his interlocking it like we were newly married

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding-and I swear, my breath caught like my lungs forgot how to work.

Glass walls. Black marble floors. Gold lights built into the ceiling like stars. A single piece of art hung on the wall-just one-but I could feel it cost more than my mom's entire yearly salary.

The air smelled like money. Expensive cologne. Freshly cleaned sin.

This? This wasn't an apartment. It was a damn museum for power and pleasure.

You live here?" I blurted before I could stop myself.

Nic just gave a lazy smirk and walked in, like it was nothing.

Not really "... he replies,I just hang around here .."

Ok I'm stunned money is everything fuck it.

My eyes trailed over the black leather couches, the giant fireplace, the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the entire New York skyline like a painting. The buildings outside looked like toys compared to this place. The city didn't own him-he owned the city.

I looked around again and almost laughed

Comparing my house to this is a big joke, I wanted to FaceTime Griffin just to say, "Wash the dishes, baby boy. I'm never coming back."

I'm too busy staring at the painting I didn't notice when Nic circle his hand around my waist and begins to kiss my neck.

He's so tall and well built like a god I could feel his strong chest ,muscles and his hard on

Fuck that buldge,I roll my waist around him

And he groans

Fuck baby...."

I bend over like I was about to twerk for him

And he stares and smirks devishly .

I roll my waist and grind against his fucking buldge ,

Fuck Deja ..."his hard around my waist tightens his squeeze my ass and gives it a spank

I gasp ,I can feel my panties getting wet

I place my hands on the back of the sitting room couch

And I grind harder ,I could feel him against me hard and ready

His fingers slide in between my thighs pushing into my pussy....

Ah yes "... I moan pushing my hips back

I love your body,God created you like a goddess ".... He says as he turns me around

Pulls me close to me and slams his fucking sexy lips on mine

The kiss was hungry like he's starving,as for me am on fire

He squeezed my breast .run he's hand through my hair

God the kiss I feel like I'm about to cum,he lifts me up and I wrap my leg around his thigh

kissing him hungrily like my life depends on it

He walks towards a door , I don't know what this night will bring but I feel like I won't go home in a whole,

He opens the knobs as he took his sweet time to give me hickey's that I'll have to hide if I don't want mama to kill me, That bed? Huge. Black sheets that looked like silk, pillows fluffed like clouds. A sleek fireplace flickering low on the opposite wall. A balcony window behind sheer curtains with the New York skyline winking through.

He carry's me to the king size bed and drops me gently on my back,trust me when I say this the most softest bed I've lay on

He places both hand one side of my head as he stares at me with a lustful eyes his silver chain dangling from his neck ,and fuck me he is so hot ,I can feel my heart racing ,pleasure building in between my thighs

I want you ..." he says those three words not like his asking for permission,but telling me what he want to do like he owns my body , I nod at him giving him a go ahead....,

He kisses me back , lifting my legs and turning us over so I can straddle him while he sits in the edge of the bed ,he slid my hand into his hair while he kisses my throat

I want those lips on me .." he says in those deep sexy voice,

I slid down from him going down on him o between his spread legs ,

Slowly I opened his zipper looking into his eyes

He watches me intensely with hooded eyes

I could see the hunger in his eye,like he has been starving for long and now he has seen a food he must eat

I touched his buldge slowly smirking at him

Stop teasing me baby "... he says , I pull out his dick ,and damn so big and long Sam my boyfriend own wasn't even to be compared with Nic's own nic's own can destroy a woman's womb

I ran my hand on his length feeling him

Fuck baby ..."he groans ,as I slide him into my mouth and fuck I love the deep sexy throaty sounds he makes ,he places he's hand at the back of my head as he makes me feel throat him

Come here .." he says lifting me up and pushing me down on the bed a bit agressive

I'm sacred a bit but i don't tend to show it

He seems like he has lost control a bit cause he rips off my silver gown ,removes my heel ,and my panties was an understatement on what he did

I didn't have time to process it but his lips was already fisting on me,

"Fuck yes jus-,just like that"... I moan as I arch my back and squeeze my nipple

He's sucks on my clit so good like a baby sucking his mother breastfood

Soon he was back up on me as he take off his vintage black shirt.... And lord have mercy he's body is a die for so fucking sexy,I could sit all day and watch that sexy abs and well muscles then his tattoos are so sexy,a skull with a crown on his left chest his left hands filled with Italian inscriptions.

I was too busy studying his sexy tattoos not seeing he has slide on a condom

I look at him as he come back down on me kissing me as he rubbing his dick in my pussyf

And God it's felt so good

Ahh!!! I scream as i feel him enter me in one push he wasn't even being gentle and God, the pain , I push at his waist wanting him to stop

Nic stop!!!! I call out , he didnt stop

Kept on fucking me hard fast

Nic Ahh pls ....!!!! I scream louder and Pusey harder , he notice this and stop

Fuck baby are you ok..." he ask as he wipes my tears....

I shake my head and bite my lips ,he pulls out and he

stiffen

"Fuck Deja you are a virgin".... He says as we both look at the little blood stain in the sheet.