Taming Mr. Arrogant

Before You read this book, kindly note the following. This is A billionaire Alpha king book.

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When Jade discovered that her mother had stolen her educational funds, she decided to pursue the man her mother desired.

It was all a game, but what will Jade do when she discovers Domenico Lombardi is her phone sex client, Dark?

"You think you can tame an old daddy like me?" Mr. Domenico Lombardi's stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I'm not backing down; I know what I want.

"Yes," I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I've never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate's daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity.

He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes.

How come?

I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi's presence makes me squirm. When I'm around him, I get the impression that I'm being judged and ignored at every turn.

"How old are you?"

"18"

"How old is your father?"

"38," I replied truthfully.

"Well, I'm 37 years old." He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he's causing me. "You see, I'm like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?"

"None." He chuckled as I responded.

"You see, I've lost count of how many ladies I've fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!"

"My panties made you hard!"

"You think so?"

"Yes," I responded confidently.

"Well, I wasn't hard; I just have a donkey-like cock."

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~Jade's POV~

90, 91, 92 This has to be the worst ad ever; how the fuck did I post ads on websites, different websites, to be exact, and yet I haven't received a call in a week?

93, 94, 95, 96

I always count to 100 every day before switching the damn phone off. "Cheers to yet another productive day, Jade!" I said to no one specifically but myself. I thought people loved phone sex, but I guess I was wrong.

97, 98, 99, 100

I sighed. This shit is outdated; people want the real thing, not some phone sex with a stranger. One does not have to rely on the Internet; it is deceptive. Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of my phone just as I was about to turn it off. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard while trying to master the most seductive voice that could make a man cum over the phone.

"Thank you for calling The Heart Of Desires; what's your fantasy?"

"Your juicy pussy." Straight to the point, I blushed shyly. I don't know what I'm doing, but if this has to work, I have to go with the flow. I have never done phone sex before, but I need the cash, and besides, it's not like I'm having real sex. I swallowed hard again, trying to convince myself and answer the man at the other end of the line.

"Straight to the point, I like."

"How many clients have you got so far?" I should lie, but there is something about his voice that dares me not to. The authority, the power, everything about this voice makes me want to go look for him and lay on a table for him to devour my virgin pussy.

Aargh, Jade, focus!

"Just you. I opened last week and haven't had calls since then."

"Honesty, I like. Now, my fantasy. I would like you to give me your phone number, and I would like you not to have any more clients. Just me, what do you say, Juicy J?"

"How do you know my name?" This man sometimes sounds like he's from another era. His voice was so cold like ice that could freeze a beating heart.

"The ads you posted online, Miss Juicy J,"

"Oh yeah, the ad. So Mr..." I dragged the Mr. part out for a little too long before he told me his name.

"Dark, call me Dark, but when I call you for your services, you can call me Dom."

"Dom? As in, like Dom Daddy?"

"Even better." We are engaging, but this man shows no emotion; his words are icy, more like an "I'm the one paying" kind of conversation.

"Dark, I just opened and you are my first client; what if I lose money while entertaining you alone?"

"Dark doesn't share. Name your price?" Oh God, I don't know much about money. I mean, I'm only 18; how much is enough?

Shit! This is tricky.

"How much can you afford, Dark?"

"The whole world, I guess?"

"I'm not good with prices, Dark."

"How about we see how juicy your boobs are for $1000, Miss Juicy J?" I almost screamed at the top of my lungs, but wait, he just said,

"We."

Who are we? Aargh, who cares? He wants to give me $1000 just for my boobs. I can send him a picture of boobs from the internet. A knowing smile appeared on my face.

"Miss Juicy J, when you send your boobs, please make sure today's date is showing. Oh, and I know how to spot boobs from the internet; technology makes things easier these days." I cursed. Argh, I lost. "Is the number on the ad your number, Juicy J?"

"No."

"Good, give me your personal number and our business starts when you send me those boobies." Make sure you create an Apple Pay account." I gave him my number, and he sent me a winking emoji as a text.

Shit! This man is going to be the death of me. I went to my room. I stood in front of the mirror with no T-shirt on and no bra on, staring at my boobs. I turned to the side to be sure my boobs were full enough to be displayed. Call me crazy, but I need that $1000, and if I want more cash, I have to make sure my boobs are worth it.

Great, I've got full, round breasts. I'm sure Dark would like it. I sighed and took the damn picture. I closed my eyes and pressed the send button. I threw myself on top of my bed, waiting for Dom Daddy to text me what he thought of my boobs.

Five minutes passed, and there was nothing.....

Did he fucking scam me? Oh my God, I was scammed. I fell for a scam!

How the fuck do I report this? I laughed at my stupidity; I just sent a stranger a picture of my boobs. Holy mother! I will start trending soon. What will my dad say?

I started pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do. I can't delete a sent message. I have just proven to Kate that I am indeed useless. My dad is going to kill me.

In the midst of my panic, I received a text message on my phone, which I opened to find a fucking $3000!

Holy Christ! It was supposed to be $1000. I took my phone and texted him.

Jade: What happened to $1000?

Dark: Miss Juicy J, this is business, and besides, I am a generous man. You need to learn how to negotiate. I can even pay $20,000 if you can convince me.

He sent a winking emoji again. I smiled and laid back on the bed, thinking of how much more I could make if I just did what Dark asked me to do.

I think I will love this; I will never be broke in college. I will at least get the things I need. I sighed, knowing that I would get to help my dad with his business, too. Kate took everything from him, and now we are just managing. Some mothers protect their children, but my mom is about going after the richest men ever registered. She's all about being young and marrying rich men. Well, marriage number 7 didn't work. Who is her next target?

Maybe Domenico Lombardi I laughed; that man is unreachable. I heard he is scary and handsome as hell, and I will be working with the devil himself as his part-time personal assistant.

I went inside my bathroom, took a shower, and rested; tomorrow I have a long day ahead of me. An interview with the devil and going to the bank for my tuition fees.

~Jade's POV~

I hate the sound. It is the most vexing sound on the planet. I mean, I'm not in high school anymore. I reached for the nightstand to turn off the alarm, but I pressed the snooze button. After 5 minutes, the ridiculous sound came back on again as I was about to fall asleep again. I grumbled, closed my eyes, and drew the blanket closer to my face, hoping to fall asleep.

"Wake up, Jade. Don't forget you have an interview today."

"Just 15 minutes, Dad."

"Baby, no one will take you seriously if you arrive late." It annoys me he was right. With a deep grunt, I kicked open the blankets. I hate adulting. I mean, I have to find a job. Three months ago, I was a girl with dreams, and working wasn't one of them. Not yet, but knowing how things are at home, I need to work to help my father. I immediately walked into the bathroom, took care of my business, showered, and picked out what to wear for my interview: a black pencil skirt with a high waist that fit my curves and ended just above my knees; a green long-sleeved blouse with a modest back slit. I approached the full-length mirror, running my hands down the side of my chest to ensure the top was properly tucked under the skirt. I put on my black high heels and began tying my hair into a ponytail. I put on my favorite earrings and a choker with the letter "slut." Unless you examined closely, the slut words were barely visible. On my birthday, three days ago, my best friend Lee presented it to me as a gift. I did my make-up and eventually applied my killer red lipstick. I was all packed up and ready to go to the Blackwoods.

The Lombardis own the Blackwoods Corporation. The Lombardis ran New York City, with Domenico Lombardi as the most feared man in town. People crouch on their knees just hearing his name. The man owns almost all the buildings in New York City. We are his subjects, and he... the king. The man exudes wealth; even his name says, "Look at me." The man is as haughty as an ice scratch that ice can melt. Nobody can stand in his presence. Nonetheless, I, Jade Davis, am attending an interview to become the Beast's personal assistant.

I requested an Uber, and it dropped me at the entrance to Blackwoods. My heels were the only thing that could be heard clicking against Blackwood's marble floors. I noticed a desk and went straight there. The facility was deafeningly quiet as if no one was working inside.

"Hello and good morning." I greeted the lady at the front desk nicely.

"Good morning, sweetheart. How can I assist you, my darling?" The lady responded with the warmest smile I'd ever seen.

"I'm here for an interview."

"Oh, Mr. Lombardi's 9:00 a.m. appointment." When I heard a ding, she motioned me to an elevator, saying, "It will take you to the top floor." I thanked her and entered the elevator. The top floor is completely different from the ground floor. If I said the ground floor was peaceful, the top floor was even more terrifying. I noticed a lady seated behind the desk sorting papers.

"Morning," I said, and the lady looked at me from head to toe before scowling.

"Can I help you?" Ouch! She didn't even greet me before scrutinizing me as if I were some piece of garbage. I ignored her snobbishness.

"I'm here for an interview." She scanned me once more and scoffed.

"Take a seat in that section and stay there until I summon you." I went over to where she told me to sit. Not long after I'd taken a seat, a man walked in, and the lady started beaming as though she wasn't being sassy with me, with a huge smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Lombardi." The man didn't even look at her; he just said,

"Lexi," he paused, "any calls for today?" While he was walking, he carried on with the conversation.

"Not yet, sir, only the 09:00 a.m. appointment." The man came to a complete stop.

While inputting a code into his office, he stated, "Postpone my 9:00 a.m. appointment and make it 11:00 a.m.." His aura alone is terrifying. I never got to see his face. Wait! Has he just rescheduled my interview for 11:00 a.m.? That is "URGH!" I have to be at the bank by 1 p.m. I couldn't stand the thought of waiting any longer, so I ended up getting on my phone to pass the time.

Me: Bitch

Lee: Bitchilicious, what's up?

Me: Domenic happened.

Lee: What misdeeds did the monstrous creature commit? Your Majesty, OMG, did you get to see his face?

Me: postponed my interview to 11:00 a.m., and no, only his muscular back

Lee: Oh no, babe, but you can still go to the bank any day, even tomorrow.

Me: True, let's meet after the bank, my treat.

Lee: All right, let's meet at Mike's.

I know my best friend. Every time we go out, she chooses a restaurant. I have a nasty feeling about today even before it has started. I'm not sure why. I checked the time. The time was now 10:57 a.m. The secretary then began to bat her faux eyelids at me before scowling again. This bitch doesn't even know me, but she already hates me.

"You may go in." I smiled at her and moved towards the door. When I knocked, the door opened by itself. I walked in, and the door closed on its own, followed by stillness. When I looked up, my gaze was greeted by a diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling. My feeble mind began to calculate how much one of those gleaming gems would cost. I looked around the office, but I didn't see anyone else there. A booming, authoritative voice stopped me in my tracks as I got closer.

"Do you think you are worthy of standing before me dressed like that?" I searched for the voice, and there, I was greeted by the cold, handsome, yet scary face of none other than Mr. Lombardi as he strolled to his wooden desk, coming from gazing outside through his massive windows, with one hand tucked in his pocket. He took his hand out of his pants, fixed his suit jacket, and took a seat behind his desk, like a king on his throne, looking at me as though I were dirtying his office. I took a glance at my clothes. He didn't have to remind me that I wasn't wealthy, did he? I was dumbfounded at first, but I soon found my voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Lombardi." His cold eyes make me shudder with just one look. His stone-like voice makes me squirm. I feel judged in his presence. Not that I wasn't being judged, but I feel like I will never be worthy of anything.

"You are not even qualified to breathe out my last name," he boomed. "Lexi, come and take this trash out of my office," he said over the intercom. Did he just call me trash? I burst into tears in front of him. I cursed ever being 18; perhaps if I had been older, I would not have cried in response to such insults. How can he call me garbage when he has never met me? He knows nothing about me, and yet he fucking judges me. As Lexi entered his office, the last thing I heard from Mr. Lombardi was,

"Miss Davis, I love your choker."

Lexi smiled as she ushered me out. I've never felt so embarrassed in my life. I exited Blackwood and called an Uber to the bank.

~Jade's POV~

My ride arrived while I was still bawling. How could he be so cruel to me? Why he didn't even give me a chance to prove myself? I am not worth standing before him dressed like this? Could it be the choker? Why did he have to pass judgment on my personality because I wore a choker? I unzipped my bag and took out a tissue.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" As he drove on, the driver inquired.

"I'm sorry, bad day."

"It's too early to have one, but some people are designed to ruin our days, especially the rich ones." His words made me laugh.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome." The man stated. The rest of the ride was peaceful. The car came to a halt in front of the bank. I went down, rated the man's service, and tipped him. The bank wasn't very busy, so I waited a few minutes for someone to assist me. Before gaining access to my funds, the banker began asking me a few questions. As he typed, I noticed a puzzled expression on his face. He then sighed.

"How much did you say was here?" The banker inquired.

"$180,000, sir." I politely answered.

"I'm sorry, but the balance here is $0."

"No, there has to be a mistake. I had $180,000 in this account for my educational funds. The last time I checked was 4 months ago."

"That is right, ma'am, but the principal cardholder, who was appointed to manage your accounts until you reached the age of 18, withdrew the money three months ago."

I scratched my emerald eyes in bewilderment as I stared at my bank statement. How could she be so cruel to me? My funds have all been depleted. I stared at the bank statement once more, and I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into tiny little pieces-a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others,

Anger

My academic ambitions have all been crushed. I tried to get up from my chair. Maybe try to get up and start walking, but I couldn't. My dreams. My dreams were shattered. I could hear the man who was assisting me saying something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Tears welled up on my face.

My dreams-dreams of helping my father and bettering our family-are well gone. All were shattered by a woman who was supposed to protect them at all costs. My own tears still stuck to my face. I cried my heart out. I cried so much that it made breathing a challenge. I couldn't breathe quietly, even if I wanted to. I don't know what I did to deserve this, a mother who hates everything about me, my existence, my success, and the fact that I am her daughter. A mother who would do anything to captivate the latest billionaire in town. Because of her, we went from living luxuriously to pinching pennies. When she divorced my father because he lost his job to marry a rich man, she took everything away from us. The house, the money my father received from the company where he used to work, and his savings. She stole everything and abandoned us. In her testament, my grandmother designated my father as the heir to the house. My father and I live in a large house, yet we barely make ends meet. My mother stole my college funds. My father cannot currently afford to pay for my college education. He started a modest business with the money he received from Grandma, but it started failing. I'm curious if he was aware that his ex-wife had stolen from me. I wiped my tears away and went to my father's shop. He was working in a customer's car when I arrived. I went straight to his reception area, where a stack of books sat on the table. I wanted to go to university, but now I can't afford anything, not even the first year's tuition. I have $0.00 in my bank account. I began organizing things in the small room that my father used as an administrative office. While he was busy with the car he was working on, I cleaned and mopped the area. When I was finished, I went to the small kitchen to prepare something for him to eat. I returned to the little room and set the meal on the table.

"Hello, Princess. I had no idea you were here." I flashed him a half-hearted smile that didn't reach my eyes. "What's wrong, my angel?" he caressed my hair.

"Father, eat first." He gave me a suspicious glance before sitting down and starting to eat.

"Everyone has been talking about you being the best student and that you were supposed to get a study loan since you came out first in your class. But I assured them I'd already saved enough money for your schooling." When I glanced at him, a tear fell from my eyes. He didn't know.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Kate emptied my college funds." My father looked at me as he dropped his spoon.

"What do you mean, Kate, emptied the account?"

"Dad, Kate took all the money. I can't go to school." I noticed him combing his hair back with his hand and walking back and forth, fighting back tears. I've seen my mother exploit my father's emotions simply because he loved her unconditionally. Knowing Kate, that woman knows nothing about love; she is after money. Because of his affection, I've witnessed my father die in silence. Looking at him today, I'm confident he's had enough of waiting for her. He may not have told me, but I knew my father hoped Kate would return. I hated that idea with passion, as I knew that Kate might be my mother, but she had never loved my father. That woman even had the audacity to tell me I was a mistake. There was no way that she could have settled for a man like my father. However, I loved my father and didn't want to dash his hopes. He blindly loved her, and Kate always used that because she knew my father loved her. Over the years, I've secretly hoped that my father's eyes would be opened to see Kate's true colors.

"I need to contact her." With trembling hands, he took his phone and dialed my mother's number, but the phone fell. I took his hand in mine.

"Dad, it isn't worth it. You and I both know that all she would do is embarrass you and tell you how unworthy you are and how privileged you should be that you even got married to someone like her. It's okay," I responded, his eyes widening as he realized I had always known how she treated him. "We will find a way." I halted and looked him in the eyes. "We will find a way, Dad," I said, assuring him.

"How long have you known?" I hugged him, knowing that I was his girl, his everything, and the only person who could understand him and his emotions without his saying anything.

"Since I was 8. I was well-versed in everything."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart." He stated this as he stroked my hair. "I guess it's just us against the world, huh?" I agreed by nodding. My mother embarrassed him the last time he called, telling him what a loser he was, and that he had nothing to offer. I hated seeing my father suffer, but there was nothing I could do about Kate's attitude. My father made a mistake with her because she is all about money. I don't want him to face what he has been facing over the years. Kate is obsessed with the latest fashion and plastic surgery to stay young. She dated celebrities and wealthy men, and most people have no idea she's my mother. Hell, no one knows Kate is a mother. I stopped calling her mother when I was eight. I thought she would love me if I was a good girl, but Kate threw it in my face. How much of a mistake I was. Growing up, knowing that I was a mistake while secretly watching my dad believe that she would come back to us was torture. I pray that my dad moves on. I sighed and broke the hug.

"I have to meet Lee. See you at home, Dad."

"Hey, love, I'm thinking about taking you up on your running offer tonight." I grinned and kissed him on the cheeks.

"Goodbye, Dad." My dad is a mess, and I couldn't bring myself to tell him about the interview.