LanaSteele

"What I want I get," Nicholas whispered into Talia's ear. He has been looking for her after a quick and uneventful date. Wealthy and connected, yet, he was unable to find her until they met again at an unexpected place. 

Talia, whose reality and her grandmother have shown cruelty had to take up different jobs, including being a waitress at a nightclub.

 At a very young age, she is faced with the offer of becoming the billionaire's waitress. 
On the part of Nicholas, he felt that Talia was the only cure for his illness.

 Would Talia be able to cope with a ruthless billionaire with a lot of secrets including the fact that he was more than a billionaire?
Who thought that Talia will go from waiting tables to waiting for Nicholas's heart?

Note: The picture on the cover is not mine.

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The Billionaire's Waitress

"Don't think that all girls are the same. You are not my type." The hottie said.

"You just don't know me and what I am capable of."

I nodded in confirmation, just as I had expected. She was too young and obviously inexperienced to be here. However, it showed that she wanted to have a good time.

I will let her have that. How she afford anything here? Unless, the men here were flocking around her, offering to take the tabs.

I raised my hand and touched her face, gently and slowly. My thumb caressed her lower lip, trying to get a total feel of it. I felt like I owned her and had the right to do with her as I liked.

She just stood in place, allowing me to do whatever. Her head followed in every direction that my thumb goes like a good submissive.

I took my time, possessively studying the pattern of those lips that I could subject to work wonders on me. Perfect, like they were made for the sole purpose of pleasing me.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she moved back. "You don't have the right to touch me like that!" she barked as if she has been able to get free herself from my enchantment.

"Oh, little one, I have all the right." I simply said, not getting offended by her actions. I go for what I want, whenever and in whatever I feel like. No asking for permission, not pausing to see whosoever I am taking from wants to give or not. Just take.

"Go tell that to one of your little employees!" She glared. "I have to go, asshole!"

Her rudeness clicked in and I remembered. Beneath all that gorgeousness was the girl whom I despised the most. The little sassy brat that I would have crushed into a million pieces. She was the one. Again, being rude and too bold in my world? Interesting. She has just walked into her snare and has no idea.

Masking my fury, I gave her a slight nod and moved a few inches back. I made sure that my fave was bare, giving no information away.

With the shock on her face, she took the opportunity and stomped away, mixing with the crowd.

I knew I was letting her go, and I felt like revisiting that decision. Why not just grab her here and now and let her know who was the Lord of Seattle? The most feared and dangerous man.

I never play by the normal rule but for her, I had to find the most painful and cruel way to deal with her spirit, soul, and body. I had to do it. No woman has ever spoken to me in Talia's manner, not given me an attitude as she did.

I have to put her in her place. Letting her know that she was nothing more than a property that any man could own.

'You might have been able to get away today, but, I promise you that the next time we meet, I will make sure that you are not just unable to look me in the eyes, you will crawl at my feet.' I promised her in my mind. I will make her forget the name Talia and fear the least thing as where Nicholas Robert was mentioned.

Chapter Eleven