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The Billionaire's Bite

By:Olivia Hill

 Chapter 1

I know that most people wouldn't think that the "big thirty" was  anything to worry about, but I was starting to realize that my  biological clock was ticking. My parents live in Florida, retired and  having the time of their life. They married when they were young and  they have been together for the past 35 years. I wanted that same  feeling of waking up next to the person that I love and knowing that  this was going to stand up to the test of time. Unfortunately, my love  life was pretty much dead on arrival and I really wasn't looking for  anything at the moment.

"Angelica, I just met the man of my dreams. I'm going to marry him, take  him home to the family, and make beautiful babies that are just going  to be the envy of all of my friends." Kayla was one of the best  salespeople that I've hired, but she always seemed to leave her heart  hanging from her sleeve. "He's just so fucking dreamy and when he looks  into my eyes, I feel like I am completely naked in front of him." I  wasn't sure how to react, because she always had a new flavor for each  week.

"I hate to be a broken record, but you really are going to have to try  to keep it in your pants at work. We're trying to remain professional at  all times and I can't have you tripping over your tongue every time a  handsome face comes into the store." I was getting a little tired of her  flirting, but then again, sex sells and she had proven that time and  time again.

"I'm just saying that he really does take my breath away. I just sold  him a very expensive ring that we've had on the shelf for the past year  and a half." I knew which one she was talking about and I never thought  that anybody would want to buy something that ostentatious.

Not only was it bold and brazen, but it depicted a snake eating what looked like a bird in solid gold.

"That's a pretty nice commission for you, Kayla." She had the looks and  the body to make any man want to buy something when they entered onto  the premises. We were located in a kiosk in the mall, but we've been  there for the past five years, and I don't see any reason why I would  have to go anyplace else. The traffic flow was perfect and you had to go  by our kiosk in order to get out of the building.

I was a bit jealous of Kayla's Barbie doll good looks, but I couldn't  control what God gave me. I was a black woman in a white man's world and  I was making a go of it. I was meatier, and had what most people called  a Latin booty. I never really concerned myself with my weight, but I  did eat healthy and tried to stay away from sugars and high carbs, as  much as possible. I found several cookbooks that I could dig into and  find a recipe that not only tasted great, but wasn't going to make me  gain just from looking at the pages.

Thankfully, my weight was proportionate with my height and being  five-foot-nine had given me a long-legged stance with the kind of  breasts that defied gravity. I always took care of myself and I even  meditated and did yoga in the morning. For a bigger girl, I was quite  flexible and I could practically put my feet over my head.

"Just because you got burned by a guy, doesn't mean that all of us are  going to fall into that same trap, Angelica." I'd tried to shorten my  name to Angie, but it never really fit my personality.

"I'm not saying that I'm not bitter, because the guy fooled me into  thinking that he was my one and only. I don't even want to mention his  name, because I have wiped him from my memory and cut him out of all of  my photographs." I never thought that I would be the type of woman that  would do something like that, but I had not only done that, but I'd also  changed my look drastically. Where I had long dark hair, I had chopped  it off into a pixie cut that really did accentuate my long neck. I'm not  saying that I hadn't noticed the way that the guys have been  appreciative with their whistles and unnecessary stares when I walk by  in a pair of tight jeans.

Today, I was wearing a black leather skirt and a white blouse, plus a  silver belt that went around the entire ensemble. It hooked in the front  and hung there loosely and I had to admit that I looked pretty damn  good.

"I think what you need is something to break the monotony. I know that  you're having a thirtieth birthday party, but I think that you should  make it a blowout extravaganza. Invite everyone you know and tell them  to invite everybody that they know and let's blow the roof off of the  place." That actually didn't sound like such a bad idea and I've been  working long hours and needed something to blow off some steam. I was  not one for one night stands and even though I could probably find a guy  in a bar, it didn't mean that I was going to.         

     
 

"Let's do it." Before I changed my mind, I had given her the green light  to make all the arrangements. I already had a very discreet evening  planned with a few close friends to play some games, but this would  definitely change the tone of the evening. "I would tell you to not to  go overboard, but that's like telling Michelangelo that he can't paint."  She smiled coyly and I knew that I was in for an evening that I would  never forget. She always knew just how to make a party something that  would be talked about over the water cooler the next day.

"Trust me; I know what I'm doing. I'm just going to need you to pass me  over your day planner." I was reluctant to do that, but then I relented.  It was just one night and I only turn thirty once, so why not prove to  my friends that I am just as wild and uninhibited as I was when I was in  college? I'd certainly changed from the punk rocker that I was back  then. Now I am a professional with a jewelry store that was making  people's heads turn. I had one major supplier and he was located in  Tunisia of all places. It's funny-he contacted me and before I knew it,  he was the next big thing.

I was lucky to have exclusive rights with him and he was getting a nice  percentage of the profits in return for his continued good work. I've  never even met him and the only photograph I've seen was something that  he had sent on the Internet. He wasn't much to look at, but he was kind  of cute in the right light. He was very grateful for my willingness to  expose him to the public eye.

I waited until the end of the day, closed up, and then made sure that  the alarm was on. I then walked down the hallway and said "good night"  to Benjamin, the security guard. I stepped out into the parking lot to  see my black Mustang sitting there, waiting for me to turn up the volume  on the speakers inside the car and then rev the motor and put those  aftermarket mufflers to good use.

I felt the engine purr underneath my ample frame and it was making this  slight vibration that I always found pleasing. I think I only bought the  car because it gave me that unique thrill while driving down the road  with the top down. It was worth every penny and it was the one thing in  my life that I could guarantee would never let me down.





Chapter 2

I didn't think that it was going to be quite like this, but I should  have realized that by putting Kayla in charge that things were going to  get a little out of hand. There were two kegs of beer in my pristine  kitchen and there was a live band in my living room making the windows  in the place shake. The speakers were pounding a drum for everybody to  dance to.

"Kayla really did a bang-up job on your thirtieth birthday bash. You  know which that band is?" I shrugged my shoulders, but if anybody would  know, it would be Timothy. He was my best friend and we had been  romantically linked for about a year in high school, but then we  realized that we could be better best friends than in a relationship.  That's not to say that he hasn't come over at the bequest of someone  that was feeling that itch. I would open the door and he would have a  bottle of wine or champagne and we'd finish it off and then hit the  sheets.

"Angelica, that band is one of the up-and-coming local stars in the  community. They're called Dark Passage. You'd think that they would be  singing some kind of song that would make you want to slit your wrist,  but they are anything but the way that their name suggests." I had to  admit that these guys really did know how to put on a show. The lead  singer was a carbon copy of that guy that won that contest to join INXS.  He had the same gravel kind of voice, but I knew that it wasn't him.

I had on a little black dress-not so little on me, but it certainly  hugged my body like a second skin. I could even see that Timothy was  casually taking glances and I had purposely not worn a bra. I felt that  they were a little constricting and I only wore them when I was at work.  I did have on a pair of panties, but they were a variety of naughty,  but it made me feel sexy to be wearing them.

Timothy was a bit of a Generation X'er and I could see that he had not  changed in the many years that I've known him. He was still wearing  those glasses, when he could've easily gotten contacts and made most  girls swoon at the sight of his baby blues. He wasn't built like a  linebacker, but he had a certain something with a swimmer's frame that  looked pretty good in a pair of running shorts. I've seen him naked and I  can envision it right now and that is one of my rights as we were  former and somewhat present lovers.

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