I'm Stacey Alexander, 30, a curvy one, top special agent and a businesswoman. I'm under mission in a VVIP club with my team to hunt down a heavy Mafia head who's loose on drugs and killing for pleasure at his point. 

While waiting for the bastard, I spot my baby sister in the club at the arm of a young billionaire, posing like an escort by the looks of it, though she should have been in a study night for her Harvard studies! I go bazooka in my head and follow them upstairs to the private rooms, all angry and heartbroken! I'm paying everything for her princess ass!

When I land in the private room that has her and other four out of this world men, I get the biggest heartbreak from her words and attitude towards me, I shoot down the main bastard I'm here for, set free my baby sister from under my guardianship, and take a flight abroad on a last minute mission the same night, to detach from my pained heart and disappointment.

Upon my return from my mission, my superior announces me that to compensate for the damages I and my team produced in that goddamn club because of our operation there, the owner of it, Brian Stredge, 26, a billionaire and a heavier than that bastard Mafia head, asks my agency to have me as his 'bodyguard' under the cover of a fake fiancée, because he's got deadly threats around him! 

I go against it because it's under my level to do that! Me?! To babysit?! Get the...out of here! And he's no damsel in distress! He's got an army around him and deadly himself as the big Mafia head he is! This damn playboy and heartthrob is driving me crazy to go on such a mission! But I accept it in the end.... I'm not allowed to refuse.... Oh.... I think I'll end up killing his ass....

Billionaire's Baby Angry

After more Philip petting and Holtman’s appraisal with the request to see her again at such events as guest of honor, we’re now walking to the exit in the back to avoid the media. You can imagine how many they are now after what happened with Phillip and the Nile of questions and all that would invade us. Yeah, I’ve kissed her again on the way…. He, he, he…. She behaves as it’s in public and I’ve avoided Baby Angry’s attacks to put me at my place. Ha-ha! But she’s boiling, yes…. 


Jenna? I don’t give a fuck. She’s fine. Bad bitches are as bad witches, they don’t get out of life or badly injured that easy. Chuck is with her as he sent me a text message telling me she’s with minor injuries, just the scare was big, and he asked me to thank my Piece of Art for all she’s done for them. The fuck I care for Jenna. But I did tell Baby Angry about it. She just nodded with an unexpressive grimace and that was all. 


Chapter 32 - Here Is 'Fake', There Is 'Real', 'Babe'