Madam Billionaire

Oh my...it's chapter one. Very excited! okay typer author, let's start this journey. Right... so, first of all, I'd like to welcome all of our loyal and lusty readers out there. This book will obviously be different, since I, Olga will narrate the story. I'll keep it sexy and entertaining for you to enjoy.

Second, there won't be any chapter title... haha... so you have to read each one of the chapters and can't be a cheater for skipping to the steamy parts. But trust me it'll be worth it! let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth.

Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.

Yes, this is the story of how a person so rich can be so poor in many ways. See my dear lusty readers I'm giving you a life lesson here, yes... me, Olga, the Mafia Brat with the wisdom of a ninety-year-old Russian woman when you keep on refilling my empty shot glass with vodka.

Okay... Jeez, I need to remind myself to get back to her story. Where were we? Oh yeah... hooking the readers from the first chap, because Olga, I know you can do it.

Wait... sorry that was, I was reading the typer author's note for me. Haha... my bad.

What I'm trying to say in long-ass words is, I'll be the narrator. Meaning from chapter one till epilogue, I will guide you through all the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and obviously the sexy times... hell yeah! That should get you hooked!

But seriously this is her story, she will have her breaking points as if her stepbrothers are not enough to abuse her mentally, she has her stepmother who degrades her especially after her father's passing.

Yup, she has a step in everything, obviously, for the sake of this story, she must struggle with being lied to, betrayed, and hated by her family. Gosh, I feel sorry for her already.

Deep breaths...okay, let us start from the beginning...

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"Amara! you are the 'it' girl! obviously, he's that upset that you turned him down. But seriously, we girls need to stick together."

"Olga, shush!... where do you want to go, Fiji, Barbados, Lake Como? I'm bored with St. Moritz."

The blonde expensive-looking young woman asked me while pouring herself another glass of champagne. This girl... she seriously needs to join green peace and save mother nature. Her jet millage was polluting the earth.

"Let's try one of those Aquadome hotel thermal spas in Austria, my Meg's need a break from me."

She laughed hearing my flimsy excuse.

"Olga, she needs you to unlatched and gives her some space. She's like your second limb, I'd see you getting her drunk several days a week at Players."

Okay, I might be at fault with Megan. But in my defense, she was the one who kept on agreeing with me.

"Austria it is then, I also want to try the blue lagoon again, last time was pretty crowded with the holiday season. This time hopefully should be good."

Amara was typing on her latest iPhone model that I've never even seen before, she was gesturing me with her expensive manicured fingers silencing my words as she was connected to her trusty personal assistant.

Seriously, a college kid having an assistant is a bit too much don't you think? But I was in for the ride since I needed a getaway too.

"...hey, Olga? how many bodyguards will you be taking? I'm booking the rooms."

"Just put in two, hopefully, I could go with just one. I've to check with my overbearing brother dearest."

She laughed but then was back on her phone, giving more instructions to the other line.

Amara has always been nice, a bit spoiled rotten obviously, but she was one of those who never speak of her wealth in anyone's face.

But I guess she didn't have to because she already looked like one. Seriously this girl looked like a million-dollar, well I think she's definitely worth a couple of billions but we never discuss one's net worth.

We have been buddies since the first day of school after my mob daddy hauled my ass out of Russia. I remembered looking at her expensive designer backpack and diamond earrings. She was looking very posh, yet she offered me a very bright pink encrusted diamond flask when I cry in the little girls' room after being teased cause of my Russian accent.

And that was the first time I tried a rosé, it made me cough. Making her laughed then teased me for being such a Russian.

"Okay, everything is set, now we just have to make sure to get our stuff ready. The jet should take us directly there, Peter is arranging everything with the pilot saying something about permit since we're departing from Vegas..."

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that we were in Vegas to drown her sorrows away? But then she decided that we were leaving for Austria to drown another of her sorrows away?

One of these days, I'll get her to go backpacking across Europe and travel like the rest of the population.

"But I love him..." she was drinking her three thousand dollar bottle of champagne and start crying as again at the same time.

"Amara, I told you before and I'll keep on telling you. You will have him if it's meant to be. Just chill woman, it's not the end of the world. Just pick yourself the most expensive toys while we're here and you're set." I winked at her while pouring another glass of vodka for myself.

"My god Olga! You're a genius! Toys! Of course, we're in freaking Vegas! Eh... can we get stripper too?"

"Yes! Absolutely! Get the whole circus, this freaking penthouse is too huge for the both of us."

We were both laughing but ended up watching porn and getting pizza and ice cream from the hotel's ridiculously overpriced room service.

"You do realize that we can do this from the comfort of your own penthouse right?"

"Olga... I know I'm not supposed to brag, but it's you, and you know me. And I'm just freaking bored with my life. I need my ups and downs. I need to feel... I don't know... what do ordinary people feel?"

I chuckled at her words.

"Ahhh... the fear of the rich. The numbness."

Room service arrived fifteen minutes later and leave after he sets everything on the coffee table. He grinned when he looked at the hundred-dollar bill that Amara gave him as his tip.

"Come, my dear friend, let Olga pick out the best horror porn available, and tomorrow we will soak our half-naked body in Austria. I got you my trust fund buddy." I patted a seat, telling her to sit next to me.

She sighed and sit herself down, then taking a big bite of her pizza and start laughing at the not-so-elegant porn opening line.

Little did she know, her wish would definitely come true. That her world would crumble and she would wish that she was back to her previous numb billionaire lifestyle.

Did you know that our spoiled Amara would go far and beyond for her loved ones?

We had just finished getting our massages and were having our drinks overlooking the beautiful scenery of the snow-covered mountainous landscape when her daddy dearest called.

"... Austria dad, yeah sure I'll tell Peter to arrange everything for our return. Yes, I'm with Olga..."

And just like that our getaway was done. She has always been daddy's little princess. I've known her for years, she would abandon her class every time her dad arrives early for their scheduled father-daughter weekly lunch date.

She would know how to excuse herself from the class without offending her professors. Though I'd say it was her dad's very generous donation that had made the faculty ignore her behavior.

But her grades were good, I'd say better than her lazy ass brothers who also went to the same university.

"I'm sorry about this Olga, I'll make it up to you next time."

"Hey... it's daddy dearest nothing comes before him, not even me. It's okay Am, I'll be there when you need me."

That was my usual line for her, cause honestly, she was just too good of a friend to let me down. She knows her priority when I obviously don't. Ha!

Okay people, let's focus back on her story.

I didn't see her days after that, we texted and called but that was about it.

*****

"There, daddy's little princess is back among us." Her oldest stepbrother Colton greeted her as she entered the room to join their family dinner.

But then his mother silenced him with a look, nodding her head to the other entrance where her father was walking into the room. For a fifty-eight years old man he still looked very handsome and buff, her stepmother hurriedly stand up and welcome him as she kissed his cheek obviously pretending that she was into the marriage for love.

Amara had found out a couple of years back that she had cheated on her dad. And shockingly he said that he knows already.

"Amara, my beautiful daughter... your mother was the love of my life. And when she passed away I know I couldn't love anyone else as much as I love her. Well, excluding you obviously..." he chuckled one day as she reveals to him about her stepmother who was cheating on him.

She was baffled by his words, but he assured her that her stepmother was keeping with her appearance and knows not to flaunt her affairs, or she would be cut off.

"Amara, how's Austria?" he put his arm on her shoulder, pulling her for a fatherly hug then kissed her hair lovingly.

"Very beautiful dad, we should go there together. The view, spa, the massage was really relaxing. You need a break from all the work..."

"Maybe we should come let's have dinner. I have some announcements afterward."

He smiled at her but his words were making Amara nervous. His announcement usually consists of him telling the rest of his family about his future plan.

Her three stepbrothers joined them from the bar area and they were all seated by the dining table where the diner was already served beautifully. Her stepmother sits on her dad's right side while she was on his other side.

They all ate quietly while talking about nothing of importance, and by the end of the meal, her dad was changing the subject.

"So, now the big news..." daddy dearest took her hand in his and smile at her.

"We will be taking over one of the biggest airline companies in the world. They are failing financially due to their bad debts, shady dealings, and poor management. They use to lead the market but currently rank fifth among their competitor. And I believe we could change their fortune and get them back to first."

Violet, her stepmom looked at her dad with adoration, or maybe just more dollar signs, meh... you know, I don't get her. Being filthy rich, but still money-hungry.

"That is great news Russel, I know you can make that company thrive again." She said rubbing his knuckles.

"You've been working too much dad. What are you going to do with all the money? You should relax and take care of your health." Amara couldn't help herself but remind her dad.

This was what he would do every couple of months, held important family dinners then break the news.

"Yeah dad, listen to Amara. At this time I think you need to reconsider..." Clifford the middle brother, the overthinker, was obviously counting his assets knowing one out of ten of his dealings was always a bad investment.

I've met him once, and let me tell you, Clifford was one of those wicked people who protect his assets like his life's depend on it. The funny thing was none of those assets were from his hard work.

"Maybe you should join Colton at the office and help me out, the acquisition will commence next week...."

Russel said to Clifford, he would do this knowing his reply already. He wanted all his kids to work hard, earn their living. Even Amara had interned for him before, but months later she was working too hard while he wanted her to focus on her studies.

"Next week? Dad, it'll be my birthday, how about our traditional father-daughter day?"

"Amara, I've arranged my schedule already, don't worry just check in with Peter." He smiled at her, making Amara light up and her stepmom retreated back to talking with her boys.

"Clifford, do as your father told you. Someday you need to handle the companies, and you need to learn the ropes early on..."

Violet tried to convince his party-goer son, yup... Clifford was one of those trust fund kids, together with her youngest Cyrus. She had told them many times, obviously with ulterior motives.

Both of her boys had graduated and she wanted them to continue to work with their father just like her eldest Colton. Though she had heard Russel complained about him, she thought at least he was getting himself involved.

And she didn't want Amara to work directly in Russel's financial dealings, fearing that one day she would get more than herself.

Duh... this woman, I hate her already. I still couldn't believe her greed.

But Amara, being the nicest person ever, she would always treat her stepfamily nicely. And she was making her father love her more for it.

Gosh, this story... I could see the rollercoaster ahead of me already. She's going for a hell of a ride isn't she author? Damn...

One year later...

"Amara, baby, I love you."

"Me too, but we can't, not here baby..."

*****

Woah...okay, hold on... let me rewind and give you some details before this lovey-dovey thing.

So, apparently a couple of days after graduation Amara decided to start working in one of her dad's offices. And since she had done an internship there before while she was majoring in business finance, she was fitting right into the environment. Russel had prepared her an office across his without her knowledge.

"Dad, please... I wanted to be valued as an individual, not as your daughter who needs an office so close to her daddy." She pouted adorably making him laugh.

"Alright... I'll get HR set you up an office upstairs meters away from Colton's. How's that?"

"Thank you!" she hugged her daddy like a true spoiled princess, but a very ambitious one.

She was full-on working on the second day, Peter had been reeled in as her personal assistant slash secretary working at his own lavish desk in front of her office. He was thrilled to be working in a real office environment where he could gossip, and spend a couple of hours of his break time lunching away like other employees.

But it was not until a couple of months later when he was told to come into her office, that he was feeling the pressure of working as a real employee.

"Do you like your current position?" Amara asked him after he took a seat in her high-end boss-girl decorated office.

"Uh-huh."

"You like your new lunch buddies?"

"Yes."

"You like your new gossip groupies?"

"Er... yes?"

Peter started to get nervous about her questions. She would do this sometimes and every time she does it, he always breaks a sweat and fiddle with his fingers, making Amara smirked knowing that she had put him back into his place.

"Good, remember that the next time you decided to move up my appointment without my approval."

"But... but.. he's the most eligible bachelor within a five-mile radius..."

Okay, he might exaggerate that part, but try to understand that our Peter adores his boss a bit too much.

"...and he requested a meeting with you... you, not Colton who's the second in position. I... I just thought you could use a break. I mean, ehm... I've checked his profile and he's freaking gorgeous! and smart, and good with the ladies, and very very wealthy."

She stood up from the big girl-boss chair and rest her sexy behind on her sleek large black marble top office desk, leg cross, hands rest on each side looking down onto Peter's nervous face.

"And you didn't think this Antonio Brio Russo just want to get between my legs? knowing that I'm daddy's little girl and that I can smooth his way to our corporate dealings?"

"Eh... well... have you look at his pictures? his half-naked ones?"

The questions answered with other questions bravely, was one of the weird things why Peter has remained the longest assistant for Amara. He would still insist on his argument knowing it was very unprofessional to do so. And after moments of her keeping him squirming in high tension, she finally laughs.

"Damn it, Peter! I don't know how long I could keep a straight face with you!"

She laughed her heart out while he finally relaxes in his seat. There were times when he thought he was on the verge of losing his job, and at a time like that, he released his breath and cursed on the inside for taking it dangerously close.

"Amara, you've been working harder than us worker bees. You need to unwind, relax, have casual sex with a sexy Italian businessman named Russo."

"Okay, I should be offended that someone would take advantage of my sexiness, but..."

Both heads were turned to the door which was left open when Peter came into her office. But in their defense, it was mid-morning where people were busy fetching coffee and having their in-between breaks.

"Fuck..." Peter cursed whispering loud enough for Amara to hear.

"You owe me one for this, Peter," she whispered back at him.

Peter quickly nodded then stands up and started fiddling with his hands.

"I'm sorry Mr. Russo, it's all my fault..." Peter who was always such a dear to everyone just couldn't bear to think that his lovely boss would take the fall for his meddling.

"Actually no, Peter, Mr. Russo here, did enter unannounced, and as far as I'm concerned you're the one who was eavesdropping in our private conversation."

Amara crossed her arms, showing her relax stance still leaning her sexy ass on her large desk, her slender legs were peeking under her pencil skirt.

While Russo, the sexy Italian businessman kept on walking into her office like he owns the place. His stature was domineering, but growing up with his father and her three wannabe boss stepbrothers, she was not affected by it. And her carefree attitude towards him ticked Antonio on the inside.

"Peter, I believe my assistant had made an appointment and move up the schedule to...now?" the sexy Italian businessman looked at his expensive-looking gold watch as to confirm that it was not partially his fault as he was actually on time for the meeting.

"Right, I'm sorry, boss, I mean Amara, I mean...Ms. Hamilton..."

Amara let out her soft laugh shaking her head and told Peter to get both of them black coffee.

"I assume you take yours black? or maybe you want a latte?" she asked him tugging her lip upward, thinking she might as well ruined this one and let him deal with Colton.

"Black. Thank you, Peter."

He answered a bit too polite, then gave him his pearly whites, making the said assistant weak in the knees. Until Amara clears her throat taking him back to the present.

"Right, kay... two blacks, on it boss, Amara... I'm, I mean... I'm just going to get your coffees..." Peter smiled and said awkwardly while stumbling a few times as he walked towards the door.

"Mr. Russo,"

"Please Antonio," he smiled looking appreciatively at her from top to bottom.

"Aside from what you've heard, I don't mix business with pleasure," Amara said about to move back behind her desk when the said Mr. Russo keep on walking towards her and suffocating her with his manly aura.

He chuckled at her words.

"Well, Amara, a very beautiful name by the way... I could always go to Colton's for my business, and take you for my pleasure."

He said the words calmly, deliberately invading her personal space, and caged her to her desk as he rests his hands on each side of hers.

His expensive cologne invades her senses, while he inhales her intoxicating floral scent perfume as he leaned closer to her neck.

"You shouldn't..." she breathed out her words while cursing on the inside for not having lots and lots of sex this past couple of months.

Yep, she had been busy with work. And at that exact moment, she felt like she could jump him like a cat in heat, if only Peter didn't come into her office with their coffee, and taking her back to reality.

"You... you should go to Colton. This meeting is over." She cleared her throat and exited her office in a hurry, leaving both Peter and obviously the sexy Mr. Russo in silence.