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

He stood back once more and waited. Slowly I opened my legs, wider, and wider until he asked me to stop. "Now move your hips back toward me."

As I did as he instructed, I rested my head in the crook of my bound arms.

"Are you ready?" he asked, pausing for the desired effect.

"Fuck you," I whispered, trying to hide my excitement.

The first blow struck me on the calves, flashing through my mind as a blinding white light. My mouth opened in a scream that was devoid of sound. I was most certainly not fucking ready for that! Frantically, I tried to look behind me. There was a whip in his hand. The scream that had been struggling to come out of my chest finally burst out.

The second lick of the whip overlapped the first, coming so fast I couldn't have expected it. My knees buckled, swinging my body toward the bedpost in front of me. My pubic bone struck the post. I wailed in pain, choking on my tears.

Chapter Eighty-Five