In love with the Billionaire player

"I can't say when I'll be back sweetie, but I know the trip won't last longer than three months"

"Do you really have to go ma?"

"Yes Aly, I promise when I'm back, I'll take you to that spa you've always wanted to go to."

"Tess can always take me whenever. It's no big deal for her. You don't have to go ma, I promise I'll get a job at the end of this month and we can use the money to start up a legit business for you."

Lucy lovingly pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, her fingers caressing the delicate curls of her child's hair. With a tender touch, she cupped her little one's face, using a gentle finger to sweep away a wayward strand of hair that had drifted over her eyes.

In that intimate moment, she pressed a soft and affectionate kiss upon her daughter's forehead, her eyes filled with maternal warmth and a smile playing on her lips. With a heart full of love, Lucy continued to speak to her cherished child, her voice carrying the soothing assurance of a mother's care and affection.

"My dear Aly, I know you want to help with a bill or two around the house but as long as I'm alive and still active, I won't watch you cater for me and your father while I still have hands."

"But Ma..." Alyson tried to chip in but Lucy stopped her halfway. "Bup..bup..no buts. I know what you're going to say and the answer is No! You won't work unless you're done with college... "

As Alyson carefully untangled herself from her mother's loving embrace, she settled into an upright position on the snug couch. Despite its limited space, the couch had been the site of countless shared moments of comfort and connection between mother and daughter. Its cushions had absorbed the laughter, tears, and heartfelt conversations that had forged the strong bond they shared over the years.

"When I'm done with College Ma?, When will that ever happen?" Alyson asked in a soft yet frustrated tone, without the anticipation of a response. "I've been out of school for three years now, Tess is almost done with her senior year and I haven't even gotten in yet."

She grappled with the words, each one a battle against the lump in her throat, as if they were tangled in the web of her emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes, their presence like a storm cloud, ready to release a downpour at any moment, threatening to cascade down her cheeks.

Every attempt to speak felt like trying to push through an invisible barrier that held her voice captive, and the weight of unspoken words bore down on her, making it all the more challenging to articulate her feelings.

Lucy parted her lips, ready to utter her thoughts, but hesitated, her words left unspoken as her gaze fell upon her daughter, who had suddenly dissolved into tears. The moment hung heavy in the air, filled with unspoken emotions, as Lucy's concern for her daughter took precedence over her own intentions to speak.

She observed Alyson as she rose from the couch and casually walked towards the designated corner in the living room, which served as her bedroom.

Alyson's actions conveyed a clear message: she wanted to end the conversations as her sobbing wouldn't allow her to continue.

"Aly. Baby," Lucy called out to Alyson. "I'm sorry you haven't gotten into college like your mates have."

"It's not your fault Ma," Alyson's voice muffled through the curtain that separated her room from the remaining portion of the living room.

"I promise when I get back, I'll repay the loan and use the rest of the money to send you to school, okay?" She continued speaking, but Alyson remained silent. She then turned her attention back to packing her clothes into the box, which was almost overflowing.

Things had gone really sour for them when Alyson's father, Richard, became a victim of cybercrime. Despite never having tasted true luxury, they managed to sustain themselves and live a life that resembled that of an average family.

Lucy was the sole breadwinner in the family, juggling various small jobs to feed a family of three and also saving up enough for Alyson's college education. However, one fateful morning, Richard received a call that changed everything. The voice on the other end informed Richard that he had been offered a job paying five thousand dollars in Queensland, Australia.

The offer was tempting, and Richard couldn't resist. He didn't hesitate when he was instructed to provide a certain amount for a security fee to ensure his journey from Kentucky to Queensland, Australia.

Richard, feeling the pressure of a rapidly closing job opportunity and facing severe financial constraints, found himself running out of options for securing the necessary funds. He couldn't take a loan from the bank because he was unemployed and there was no way he could pay back. Desperate, Richard turned to Lucy for assistance, but she declined once she learned where he wanted to put the money to use.

"Don't be a fool," Lucy exclaimed. "That offer sounds too good to be true, and for heaven's sake, Richard, two thousand dollars just to secure a spot? Doesn't that sound fishy to you?"

"You're gonna gim me the money or nah?"

"I'm not giving you a penny, Richard. I worked my butt off for all the money I've saved up in my bank account," she said in a near scream, "And I ain't ready to risk it to some sham you're about to fall into."

"Tis nah a sham. You'll see, Imaa gon' git that Money, whether ya gim it to me or nah. And when I git the job, don't ya come cryin' t' me t' take you with me 'cause I will nah," he spat the words out angrily as he walked out the door.

Two months passed without her seeing him, and one chilly morning, she received a message from her bank stating that her repayment deadline for a five hundred thousand dollar loan had passed.

Lucy finished her work at approximately 3:43 p.m. and rushed to the bank. Unfortunately, she encountered some traffic congestion along the way, causing her to arrive at the bank at 4:15 p.m., only to find that it had already closed for the day.

The next day, Lucy rose before the sun, hurriedly taking a shower. As she made her way to the door, she unintentionally ignored Alyson's greetings, as her daughter had just woken up and was still groggy, yawning in the hallway.

She made her way across the cold streets and eventually got to a spot where she flagged down a taxi.

"Central Bank," she said when the taxi stopped for her to enter.

Inside the bustling bank, the morning sun's rays filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the marble floors. The air was filled with the hushed murmur of customers and the rustling of paperwork.

At the front, near the entrance, a line of people patiently awaited their turn at the teller windows. The tellers, dressed in crisp, professional attire, efficiently conducted transactions, counting cash, depositing checks, and providing customers with their financial needs.

Towards the center of the bank, customers gathered around the ATMs, withdrawing cash or checking their account balances.

In a corner, a financial advisor sat with a couple, offering them guidance on investment options, while a security guard, standing tall and vigilant, ensured the safety of everyone within the bank.

The sound of ringing phones echoed from the customer service desk, where representatives provided assistance over the phone and in person

Lucy quickly made her way through the bustling bank, navigating through the crowd of people who stood in her path. Her destination was the area near the entrance where a bank manager was engaged in a conversation with a visibly concerned customer, attentively addressing their questions and concerns.

"I need to know exactly what's going on with this bank?" Lucy shot at the manager, her frustration evident as she forcefully banged her fist on the table. Her brows furrowed in anger, and sweat glistened on her forehead as the cool air from the air conditioner brushed against her skin.

The manager paused in his conversation with the other customer and glanced up at Lucy, his expression tinged with annoyance. He couldn't help but feel somewhat disgusted that no security personnel were present to intervene and address the disruptive behavior of this irate customer.

The manager pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply, attempting to quell his mounting frustration. In a more composed but slightly exasperated tone, he inquired, "How may I assist you, ma'am?"

"I need to know why I have been receiving messages to repay a loan I never took, and why my bank account is totally empty?" Lucy shouted in frustration. Just as the manager began to respond, her unyielding determination silenced him.

"I wanted to withdraw some money yesterday and I found out that I had nothing left. All one thousand dollars, gone." Her emotions overwhelmed her, and as her knees buckled, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The bank manager rushed to her side, concern etched on his face, as he sought to understand the unfolding crisis.

Alyson found herself engrossed in her book, completely immersed in the words on the pages, as she sat comfortably in the cozy living room. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm ambiance, creating a tranquil reading atmosphere. She was abruptly interrupted when the familiar sound of the door knob turning reached her ears.

With a creak, the door slowly swung open, and her father, strolled into the room with a casual demeanor. His eyes quickly scanned the environment as if he sensed that something might be out of place.

Standing in the center of the room, he paused, gazing pensively into the open space for a brief moment, his lips moving as if murmuring something under his breath.

Finally, after a contemplative pause, his gaze fixed on Alyson. The intense scrutiny in his eyes shifted from the room to her, and it was clear that he had a question or concern he wanted to address. The silence that hung in the air was thick with unspoken words, creating a palpable tension in the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?." Alyson spat out the question to her father. She grappled with conflicting emotions, unsure if she could still regard the man before her as her father.

She jumped to her feet immediately. "Get out," she ordered him while pointing to the door.

"Ya spoilt bitch. Das nah way t' tok t' ya daddy, ya hear me?"

"I couldn't care less. You ceased being my father when you abandoned both me and Ma." Her words were like an accusation, loaded with the weight of a strained relationship that had endured countless hardships.

"And to make matters worse, you vanished with all her hard-earned money!" Alyson shouted.

"Nah I didn't run away wit nahbady's money, ya hear me?" Richard replied her.

"So where have you been for the last two months? And what did you do with the money?" She retorted.

"That's nane of ya business."

"Is it really 'none of my business'? You actually took the money meant for my college education, and you have the nerve to claim it's not my concern," she paused, then continued, "What kind of father are you?"

"Seems ya Ma didn't teach ya any manners."

"Don't bring my Ma into this!" Alyson yelled into his face.

"Why nah? I wifed her,"

"And so what?" Alyson spat at her father

Leave here and never ever come back," Alyson replied, her face wrenched in disgust at the mere sight of her father. Her fingers were already folded in a fist ready to hit hard on something.

"Who da hell ya are t' tell me t' leave ma own house!"

"Pathetic!" Alyson's voice dripped with contempt as she sprinted down the hallway and burst into the kitchen, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anger. She frantically scanned the room for any weapon. Her eyes locked onto a dusty, long-neglected blunt knife nestled among the kitchen utensils. Without hesitation, she snatched it up, feeling its weight in her trembling hand.

With newfound determination, Alyson charged back into the living room, brandishing the knife as she confronted her father. Her heart raced, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins gave her the courage to take a stand, even if it meant resorting to such drastic measures to protect herself from the man who had once been her father. Waves of tension filled the room as she waved the blade in the air, her eyes locked onto him, daring him to cross a line that she would no longer tolerate.

"Leave here or I'll do something the both of us will regret," Alyson warned, her voice firm and her grip on the knife unwavering.

Richard gave out a menacing laugh when he saw her with the knife in hand The sound sent shivers down Alyson's spine, causing her initial resolve to waver. However, she refused to show any sign of fear on her face. With determination, she maintained her stance, brandishing the knife as a clear message that she was prepared to defend herself if he tried anything unexpected. The room hung heavy with tension as they locked eyes, a standoff neither of them had ever imagined would come to this point.

Richard's maniacal laughter echoed through the room as he casually strolled toward the door. It was a disturbing sight, his hysterical amusement contrasting sharply with the gravity of the situation. As he reached the door and grasped the handle, he paused, turning to fix one last unsettling gaze on Alyson. His laughter had escalated to the point where it bordered on the brink of hysteria. His eyes, now red and watery, portrayed a level of madness that sent shivers down Alyson's spine, even as she maintained her defensive stance with the knife.

"Ya can't chase ya daddy out just like dat, young lady." He shut the door tightly behind him, and Alyson breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she heard his footsteps walking off into the distance.

With a trembling hand, Alyson released her grip on the knife, letting it clatter onto the floor. Overwhelmed by the intense emotions and the surreal encounter with her father, she collapsed into a nearby chair. Tears streamed down her cheeks freely, her shoulders shaking with the weight of the moment. The adrenaline that had fueled her courage moments ago had dissipated, leaving behind a profound sense of vulnerability and despair. Alyson sat there, lost in a flood of emotions.

Night descended swiftly, and as Alyson attempted to lose herself in a book to escape the prevailing crises, the dim lighting soon lured her into a deep slumber. She shifted and turned on the less-than-comfortable bed she had grown accustomed to over time.

She was abruptly awakened by noises coming from inside the house. Sleepily, she sat up and rubbed her eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to shake off drowsiness. Realizing that she was too fatigued to investigate the source of the commotion, she reluctantly decided to return to bed.

The noise grew louder and somewhat scarier. And she sat up on the bed, angered that her sleep was being disturbed. The noises came clearer to her hearing and she deciphered that it sounded like moans of a woman who was either experiencing pain or perhaps pleasure, she wasn't quite sure. Alyson had grown accustomed to her parents' amorous encounters, which often irritated and disturbed her, but she had learned to live with it.

Her mother was away, and she had chased her father out with a knife and threatened him never to return here, so who might be the people that summoned the courage to get in here and turn her house into a brothel.

She stood up and squinted her eyes in the darkness as she reached for the lamp that was on the table and flicked the switch. "Fuck it." She cursed. The batteries were running out, she flicked the switch again and still nothing. With frustration in her actions, she hit it on her palm multiple times before the dim light came on. She pointed the lamp in the direction she wanted to go in and scrambled to the edge of the bed with a notion in mind to find out who the perpetrators were.

Quietly, with her heart pounding vigorously against her chest, she walked in the direction of the sounds were emanating from. She was more than shocked to find out that the sound was coming from her parents room! Sweat beads had formed on her forehead as different thoughts ran through her head.

What was actually going on in there? Who were these people and how had they broken into her house?

"Yes Jonathan, fuck me harder...Ahh yes, just like that...mmhhmm, yeah." Came a lady's voice from inside of the room.

Alyson's heart sank as the pieces of the disturbing puzzle fell into place. She gasped in disbelief, her worst fears confirmed. "Jonathan? Who is Jo.." Her voice faltered as she cried out, unable to accept that it could indeed be her father, Jonathan, who was in there and making that woman rave like a mad woman.

Driven by adrenaline, Alyson forcefully kicked the door open and rushed into the room. Her legs gave way, and she staggered, using the wall to support herself and prevent herself from collapsing to the floor. Shock overcame her, and tears flowed freely from her eyes, her face contorted with disbelief. There on the bed was her father vigorously humping on a woman Alyson couldn't identify. They were both stark naked with the woman's legs were spread across the bed as she clenched her father's buttocks with both hands. Their bodies both glistening with sweat in the heat and darkness.

Alyson stood frozen, the woman's moans echoing in her ears, leaving her too dazed to utter a word. She clutched her chest in disbelief, and her lamp slipped from her grasp as she slowly backed out of the room. The couple was too engrossed in their activities to notice that an intruder had entered and quietly departed.

Alyson retreated to her makeshift bedroom, her mind still haunted by the distressing scene she had witnessed. She sat on the bed, the scenario playing in her head like an endless loop on a DVD recorder. She closed her eyes in a futile attempt to escape the vivid memory, but it persisted, refusing to be shut out. The rest of the night was filled with the moans of her father and the strange woman, and her sleep was gone.

"Come on, hurry up and put that on."

"But isn't it, well... quite revealing?"

"It's the only way to get into the party. You wouldn't want to seem inexperienced, would you?" Tess raised her eyebrows while presenting more clothing options to Alyson.

"Well, no," Alyson clutched the dress to her chest. She extended it in front of her and squinted, tilting her head sideways as she asked, "Where is this rope thingy supposed to go?"

Tess gave a slight chuckle before she replied. "You crack me up sometimes baby. Those go over your back, silly," She dropped the clothes she was holding and gently pulled the dress from Alyson's hand.

"Take your clothes off so I can put this on for you."

Alyson's eyes widened. "You want me to undress in front of you?"

Tess rolled her eyes. "How else are you supposed to put on a dress? Besides, it's not like it's the first time." Her hands deftly located Alyson's shirt buttons, unfastening them and helping her remove the clothing.

She moved behind Alyson and assisted in unhooking her bra. "Come on, finish undressing," Tess encouraged Alyson. Alyson pulled her skirt down and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, picked it up, and folded it neatly on the king-sized bed.

After the traumatic event that Alyson experienced, the atmosphere in her house became unbearable, prompting her to flee to her best friend Tess's home. There, she poured out her heart, and Tess, in a compassionate effort, attempted to comfort her and improve her spirits by taking her to a party, hoping to help her forget her troubles.

Alyson found it hard to come to terms with her father's disgraceful actions, inviting another woman into their marital bed. It was a deeply disheartening betrayal of her mother, and Alyson harbored doubts about ever forgiving her father for such a profound betrayal.

"Atta girl," Tess commended with a warm smile, and her voice jolted Alyson back to the present. She let her gaze sweep over Alyson's body, appreciating her features. "You know something, darling?" Tess began, her voice softening.

"What's that?" Alyson inquired, taking the clothes from Tess's hands with curiosity in her eyes.

"Why don't you ever wear the clothes I give you?" Alyson shrugged her shoulders as she tried to navigate the dress in her hands. "I don't find them comfortable, just like this one."

"We have the same body size, but you're curvier and more alluring," Tess replied.

"Your point?" Alyson passed one leg through the dress, then glanced down at what she was doing and wondered if she should have put a hand through that opening instead.

Tess offered her advice with a grin. "You should dress in a way that complements your body."

Alyson couldn't help but burst into laughter in response to her best friend's suggestion, and her laughter was genuine and hearty. "And what do you think my body demands?"

Tess playfully teased, "That you embrace a sexier style."

Alyson responded with an indifferent shrug. "Nah."

"Why not?" Tess asked.

"I'm not a fan of the unwanted attention it brings."

"Well, my dear, this might come as a shock, but..." Tess playfully gnashed her teeth. "You'll attract a whole lot of attention in that sultry dress," she pointed a finger down at Alyson's body with sass.

"You don't say!" Alyson responded sarcastically, trying to match Tess's energy.

"I do, baby. And when those eyes come dancing all around you, do me a favor and don't scare any of them away."

Alyson chuckled, "I'll try."

"That's my baby," Tess whispered affectionately as she planted a tender kiss on Alyson's forehead, her warm smile conveying a sense of pride and adoration. With gentle care, she proceeded to assist Alyson in putting on her dress, fingers deftly navigating the fabric.

As the dress slipped into place, Alyson couldn't help but voice her uncertainty, "Am I really not going to wear anything underneath? I feel naked." She looked at Tess, her eyes revealing a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity.

Tess chuckled softly, her fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of the dress. "Nope. You'll be fine" she replied with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. With deliberate intent,

Tess moved towards her dressing table, determined to enhance Alyson's natural beauty. She guided Alyson to a comfortable chair in front of the ornate mirror, making sure she felt at ease.

With a flourish, Tess opened a drawer, its contents a treasure trove of makeup and accessories. Her skilled hands navigated through the collection, retrieving an array of tools and products. The anticipation in the room grew as Alyson watched in amusement, intrigued by the transformation about to unfold.

Among the items Tess selected was her makeup equipment, meticulously chosen to enhance Alyson's features without masking her natural charm. She also retrieved a claw clip, which she playfully twirled between her fingers, and a surprising addition that left Alyson both surprised and amused-a condom.

Alyson pointed at the red packaged object with a mockingly disgusted expression on her face. "Do I really need that?"

Tess gasped theatrically, leaning in slightly to peer at Alyson as if genuinely surprised. "You're a virgin?" she quipped, her tone laced with playful sarcasm as if she didn't already know the answer to her own rhetorical question.

Alyson couldn't help but roll her eyes at Tess' theatrical response. "Well, if you are," Tess continued, her voice filled with a mischievous grin, "you're gonna get laid tonight." She threw a mischievous wink at Alyson.

"Ew. Why?" Alyson exclaimed with a shudder of disgust, her face contorting in a clear display of aversion. Tess straightened up from her earlier position and met Alyson's gaze through the reflection in the mirror.

"Because, darling," Tess purred, her fingers sensually threading through Alyson's luscious hair, "You're letting this delicious body of yours go to waste."

Alyson swallowed hard, a palpable tension building in the room as Tess's fingers glided over her neck. She couldn't help but shiver at the intimacy of the moment. "Imagine all those top politicians you can attract in one night," Tess continued, her words laced with a seductive tone. With practiced finesse, she rolled Alyson's hair into a tight bun and secured it with the claw clip, her touch both skillful and teasing.

Alyson's gaze met Tess in the mirror, her eyes reflecting a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "It's easy for you to say because you're rich and you roll with guys like that every day," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of envy and longing.

Tess lowered her head onto Alyson's neck, her warm breath sending shivers down Alyson's spine. "I'm gonna teach you how to roll with them tonight," she whispered with a sultry tone, her words hanging in the air, heavy with anticipation.

With expert precision, Tess added her finishing touches to Alyson's makeup, enhancing her natural beauty without overdoing it. She wanted Alyson to radiate confidence and allure, not to mask her authenticity. When she was satisfied with her work, Tess took a step back and admired the transformation she had orchestrated for her best friend. "You are so beautiful, Aly," she complimented genuine admiration in her voice.

"Thank you," Alyson replied nervously, a grateful smile gracing her lips as she glanced at her reflection.

A soft knock at the door interrupted their moment, and Tess turned towards it, urging the visitor to come in.

A fine, tall middle-aged man entered the room, exuding an air of formality in his posh suit. He addressed Tess with a respectful tone, "Your car is ready, madam," the butler announced.

Tess acknowledged his message with a simple "Thank you," accompanied by a casual wave of her hand. Alyson observed their interaction, not at all surprised by Tess's demeanor, as she had witnessed her dismiss the butler in such a manner countless times before. It was yet another glimpse into Tess's world of privilege and opulence, one that Alyson had been welcomed into as a cherished friend.

"C'mon, that's our cue. It's time for the night of your life," Tess said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She handed a luxurious diamond-encrusted bag to Alyson, carefully slipping the condom inside, a subtle reminder of the unexpected adventures that awaited them. Tess had longed for this moment, and finally, after years of persuasion, Alyson had agreed to accompany her to one of the exclusive parties hosted by the country's top tycoons.

Alyson accepted the bag, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As she held the ornate accessory in her hands, she couldn't help but wonder how this night would change her life and her perception of the world she was about to enter. With Tess by her side, she knew she was in for an unforgettable journey into the world of the elite.