《I Am Love, Mr. Billionaire!》


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    I cast a sidelong nce at my date for tonight, Danner Winfield, a handsome hunk who drives every woman into wet dreams. There¡¯s not the slightest doubt in my mind that he wanted mypany to show me off to his rich friends. That¡¯s actually the case with many of my admirers, when they can¡¯t have real sex with me, they brag about our rtionship.


    And I like to y the game along, knowing that at the end of the evening a breathtaking reward awaits me. Danner is my favorite sex partner, he masters the act to drive me to those heavenly orgasms. I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I¡¯m just his mistress ormitted girlfriend.


    As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible ck-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I¡¯ll say just one word to her husband. But I live by my own code of ethics, married and engaged men are not my thing, I avoid all the drama thates with dating these groups.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Danner now possessively wraps his arm around my shoulders, with a soft smile on my lips I let him have his way, leaning intimately against his chest. I can already hear the gossip machines working overtime, the cameras on the mobile phones in overdrive. Danner and I are sure to make headlines with suggestive quotes in all the major tabloids tomorrow, perhaps with an ambiguous photo of us snuggling in each other¡¯s arms.


    Not that I care a bit. I am the most read influencer and the gossip editions about me are sold out before nightfall. So I am also a good financial hit for media outlets. But my own booming softwarepany, Windrug&So, is also benefiting from all this media attention. This fame brought me hundreds of new clients and a steady growth to other states in America. Even so with Danner¡¯s business. This show is really making me nig bucks.


    My bank ount is so loaded. All the new versions of cars on the market with the most modern gadgets are parked in my garage. In addition to my favorite multimillion-dor mansion has every convenience imaginable. I own a number of mansions and penthouses in thergest cities in America and Ennd. I hardly know anything about many of them because I¡¯ve never been there. For the investments on my part, I have a very expert staff who take care of that. So my life is to enjoy all the good things on earth.


    So double the benefit, and I don¡¯t feel guilty about my dates, there is mutual share. I mainly like sessful men and their business gets full publicity after our escapades. A bonus to thates at the end of the night when we delve into an intense intimate pleasure.


    Maybe that¡¯s why none of my datesin that they can never have the real physical adventure with me. Our actions are limited to seductive oral sex, which still gives us the ultimate satisfaction. I never go for that to a house, hotel or other enclosed space. My preference is for daring sex in nature, by the pool or in the sauna, just to name a few of my most coveted ces.


    And Danner understands my needs perfectly, he¡¯s just as much of a freak as I am. Sometimes I suspect him of being gay and using me as a cover-up. I don¡¯t care about that either, as long as I get what I want from him.


    Warmly embraced we walk to the buffet. I¡¯m a real foodie, there¡¯s very little I don¡¯t like to eat. Danner fills a te for me and we head to a free table. When we are having a great time, I see a man sauntering towards us with a ss in his hand. I remember him as Alex, an ex-lover. A few months ago, I went on a date with him, and he still has a hangover from that day. His sex was worthless, he was terribly nervous to have a famous woman like me in his arms and couldn¡¯t deliver.


    ¡°Alex, how are you? Come sit with us please,¡± I invite him to our table. He responds immediately, pulls a chair back and takes a seat.


    Danner and Alex are acquaintances, they attended Harvard together.


    But the tension between the two is almost palpable, as they stare at each other like rivals. ¡°Danner, shall we spend the evening together, the three of us?¡±. I now turn to my date, a creamy idea taking root in me.


    Look, Alex could really use some on-hand lessons, just in case he needs to fill in someday. And I¡¯m so ready for a threesome tonight. Danner doesn¡¯t disappoint me, he sees through my n but isn¡¯t really excited about the idea.


    Alex tosses back the remaining alcohol in his ss and stares at me. It¡¯s slowly dawning on him what my intention is. Clearing his throat in the familiar nervousness, he silently stares at his former college mate. Danner needs some time to adjust to the n, but in the end he takes no chances and reluctantly agrees.


    My body is shivering in anticipation of what I wille at the end of this evening, I can already feel my juices leaking onto my panties. My burning nipples are erect, waiting for the lips of these men to cool them down.


    Who¡¯s idea was it in the first ce to end this ball in the morning hours?


    I¡¯m so damn horny!!

 THOSE EYES!

    Those eyes!!


    As soon as he enters the room, our eyes sh.


    Those gorgeous sky blue eyes draw me irresistibly towards him, illuminating my being like a ray of light. We


    continue to stare at each other, experiencing a rare physical and mental connection that neither of us can deny. There is clearly an invisible bond that drives and binds us together.


    And then all of the sudden the blonde woman on his arm demands his attention, forcing him to break our bond.


    How I hate her!


    I keep an eye on the couple. I want to know exactly what position she holds in his life. She is all over him, touching him everywhere her hands can reach.


    Jealousy threatens to take over the best of me. At this moment I notice that Danner is following my


    gaze towards the man and woman. ¡°Dordrich Fellogan and his wife Elena.


    Rich and influential media magnate with tentacles in the political top¡±, he remarks unsolicited. He sees me continue looking at them and grips my thigh firmly under the table. Clearly to distract me.


    Even then, if I don¡¯t respond, he tries to seduce me by moving his hand up to stroke my pussy over my panties. Now I turn my full attention to him and treat him to a stern look. ¡°Don¡¯t break our


    rules. No public sex¡±, I remind him.


    My eyes return to where Ist saw the man, but he¡¯s gone. I scan the area and see the back of his head in the distance where he is in a conversation with a group of business people. But just then, as if


    he senses my gaze upon him, he suddenly lifts his face, looks straight into my soul again. The blood rushes through my veins, while my heart is beating like crazy.


    ¡°Excuse me, guys¡±, I apologize while standing up, ¡°I have to go to the toilet urgently. You wait for me here,


    I¡¯ll be back soon¡±. Danner¡¯s nod is apanied by a disapproving sound, he watches me as I make my way to the bathrooms.


    There I hang over the counter and look at myself in the mirror. My gray eyes seem lighter in my pale


    face. ¡®Loraine, the man is married! You have a code of ethics¡¯, I remind myself again and again. After throwing some cold water in my face a few times, I dry myself and walk to the door of the bathroom to leave.


    A step outside the door and I¡¯m grabbed by the waist, pulled into a storage area. When I look up I see those captivating blue eyes from a moment ago hovering above me, our faces almost touching.


    ¡°Loraine¡±, I hear him whisper eagerly.


    My name sounds as sweet as honey from his mouth.


    ¡°Dordrich¡±, I reply in the same tone. A slight smile appears around his mouth. ¡°You¡¯ve done some research.


    Good for you!¡±. Before I could think about it, our lips connect and sparks fly over. A heated electric shock runs through me, all I can do is cling to him like a unexperienced schoolgirl. He first slowly tastes my lips, then passionately enters my mouth and demands my tongue.


    I sink into him, this intense longing is unknown to me.


    For years I yed the sex game, which gives me the greatest satisfaction. But in this man¡¯s arms, I feel unsaturated, I want more from him. He leaves my mouth to impatiently descend to my throat,


    bites my shoulders and then I feel his lips between my breasts.


    The off-the-shoulder dress goes down to my waist, leaving me with only my bra on. His heated hands move to my back, releasing the barrier and thening back to close freely over my bare breasts. A delightful sigh leaves my lips, I press my round bullets tighter in his hands, while I rub my lower body against him impatiently.


    ¡°Loraine, I want you more than you can ever imagine. This strong attraction is new to me, I want


    to explore it further. But I¡¯m married and my wife is here. We can¡¯t finish this right now¡±, he sounds pained.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    My eyes fly open, reality hits me hard now.


    I wriggle out of his arms, the shame that washes over me is so intense, it¡¯s impossible for me to look him in the eye now. ¡®How could I have ended up in such a situation¡¯, I wonder in shock.


    ¡®A married man!¡¯.


    I straighten my dress again and run out of the storage room. Breathlessly, I reach the table where Danner and Alex are waiting for me. ¡°Shall we leave?¡±, I suggest. The three of us walk to the bar for thest aperitif


    and make our way to the exit. Danner opens the door of histest sports car for me and I drop into the passenger seat, Alex hits in the back.


    Silently Danner drives out of the parking lot, I close my eyes and fall into a light slumber.


    When the cares to a stop, I wake up and when I look ahead I see a wonderful veranda partly built in a creek. Sun loungers await there and the view makes a soothing impression.


    Somenterns give dim light, creating a very romantic atmosphere.


    ¡°Wow, this is fantastic, Danner. Yourtest acquisition? You really have good taste, dude!¡±, Ipliment him.


    ¡°I do¡±, he winks,ughing. We get out of the car and while stripping I run to the creek bank. With a perfect dive I am in the water that cools me totally from the built-up steam with Dordrich.


    I swim a bit away from the shore and then back to the waiting guys. The three of us climb onto


    the veranda and indulge in hours of delicious oral sex. In my final ride on Alex¡¯s magnificent tongue to a heavenly orgasm, I feel Danner¡¯s cum sink down my throat in long welts.


    ¡®Dordrich¡¯, echoes through my head as I finally fall asleep, exhausted on Danner¡¯s chest.

 LOVE

    As expected, my beautiful face is on the front page of many prestigious society magazines.


    Still in bed, I check the inte notifications of my name in the media. In some cover


    photos I am lovingly in Danner¡¯s arms, others chose a solo of me in a seductive pose.


    Another effective marketing for my and Danner¡¯spanies, I must not forget to instruct my public rtions department to send a nice gift to the journalists who worked on the articles.


    Journalists love when their work is appreciated and rewarded. They keepining of being overworked and underpaid, so an expensive and useful gift is always in order for the next promotion.


    I sigh resignedly and ce my hands under my head as I stare at the ceiling. Last night was again


    unforgettable fun with the two men. Alex lost his clumsiness when he noticed that Danner was determined to take over, to im mepletely if given the chance. He understood that in order not to end up empty-handed, he had to push his limits. And he seeded in doing soter on, to my great satisfaction. I reminisce about all the sweet sex we had together, Danner never disappoints me


    when we are at it. When we were done, he dropped me off at home and drove Alex back to pick up his vehicle in the parking lot. Then he called me to make sure I¡¯m okay at home. Courteous as a gentleman.


    And then my thoughts wander again to Dordrich.


    Oh well, maybe I shouldn¡¯t look too much into our encounter, he was just a short passing crush. I tasted a bit of him, he was good and probably he has long forgotten about me. At home there is a beautiful


    wife waiting to him, so why should his thoughts linger with me? I enjoyed it, every woman has such an experience in life, nothing special. I think.


    Hunger drives me out of bed and as I¡¯m about to prepare myself breakfast, the inte rings.


    ¡°Miss Windrug, twenty bouquets of roses are being delivered for you. We¡¯ll bring them up in five minutes¡±, I hear the receptionist saying. I look at the device in shock. Who, what?!


    ¡°O my God! Is there a card with it?¡±, I ask her.


    ¡°No, anonymous. You have a secret admirer¡±, sheughs. Well, free flowers are nice too, I guess. When they are delivered at my door, the bell boy is almost invisible behind the rose bushes. Hees in and drops them in my hall.


    ¡°Miss Windrug, the sender must be madly in love with you. These are worth a fortune!¡±, he


    teases me. ¡°That¡¯s because I¡¯m worth it. Nobody dares to send me cheap stuff¡±, I answer cocky. The echo of his loudugh is still heard in the hallway a few minutes after he left. I select a few roses from the bouquets and put them in a separate vase to enjoy in my bedroom. Then I do see a card in the middle of a bouquet. It has a heart and a ¡®D¡¯ on it.


    So still Dordrich!!


    I grab my hair and let out a loud frustrating scream. I will do anything, again anything to forget


    him, I promise myself. My self-regtion forbids me to mess with a married man.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    This attraction is dangerous. I have to get rid of it, no matter how.


    But those eyes, so addictive, so scorching, to lose myself totally in them. Maybe I should rethink this all and just once, only once, lose myself in this warm promise of unparalleled pleasure that his


    kisses offered me. Only one time, enough to cherish a lifetime. Take in his sweetness so I don¡¯t regret a missed opportunity for short happinesster on.


    As I sit at the dinner table musing on how to proceed with my feelings for Dordrich, my cell


    phone rings. I answer, a journalist on the phone, if I¡¯m interested in an in-depth interview about my love life and business sess. Of course I agree, more publicity means better financial results towards the end of the year. My employees are already rubbing their hands when they calcte their year-end bonus.


    I invite the reporter to be at my house within an hour, end the conversation, and go to the bathroom to freshen up. When I see my reflection in the mirror again, I remember the night before staring at myself in the bathroom too. What Dordrich and I shared next, that panty-dropping kiss makes me cringe. I can feel that wonderful warmth sh through my body again, those hands that went over my breasts and


    the sweetness of his kisses. A fierce war seems to have broken out between my legs.


    I turn around and jump in the shower to cool off.


    The journalist steps in on time and we make ourselvesfortable on the couch in the sitting room. I¡¯m dressed in my best as usual, my makeup is done perfectly.


    Her questions are prepared and calcted. ¡°Please call me Loraine,¡± I offer, trying to loosen up the air between us.


    ¡°Who is your current love partner?¡±, she begins ambiguously. ¡°I don¡¯t have one¡±, I answer.


    ¡°You were spottedst night with World Automotive general manager, Danner Winfield¡±, she points out with a meaningfully look in her eyes. I smile rxed. ¡°An old friend¡±, I decline her suspicion. ¡°You know Danner and I are inseparable. We have a business rtionship and our interests often run parallel. We¡¯re just dating asionally¡±.


    ¡°We also saw you staring lovesick at media mogul Dordrich Fellogan. Is he an old friend too?¡±.


    Now I decide to y along with her cat-and-mouse game. ¡°Who? I don¡¯t know him and was not aware of my staring. But you have to admit he¡¯s a gorgeous guy, I¡¯ve seen him in your magazines many times. He¡¯s almost as famous as I am. Maybe you can arrange a blind date?¡±, I joke.


    And with that, I got myself into deep trouble.

 SHE GOT ME!

    ¡°A blind date?¡±, asks the journalist, Alyssa is her name. She jumps right on it, without hesitation she bites into my slip, alert as hell.


    ¡°That can be arranged, no problem¡±.


    She chuckles as if she just won the lottery, already envisioning a creamy story. I could hit myself on the forehead, I feel so stupid. These vultures are always out for anything to make life difficult for celebrities like me, only to bring in a hot topic for their medium.


    ¡°Aahhh, it was just a joke. The man is married, and I don¡¯t think his wife will appreciate her husband going on a blind date with a beautiful single woman. If you were in her ce, you wouldn¡¯t want that either, would you? I don¡¯t want to be a homewrecker¡±.


    I try to limit the damage, knowing beforehand that it will be in vain.


    She¡¯s got her teeth deep in this soap and won¡¯t let go. Sensational headlines not only benefit her


    magazine, but also earn her a heftymission.


    Like a rooky, I fell in her trap. And right at this moment when I¡¯ve decided I should stay away from


    Dordrich. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t think so. His wife knows he¡¯s a public figure and exposed to a lot. We¡¯ll exin to her what¡¯s going on.¡±


    ¡°And what exactly is going on?¡±, I counter back. Because the purpose of the blind date is not yet clear to me. Maybe this is my escape. I thought!


    Devilish as she is, she ys out her n perfectly.


    ¡°We have a segment on one of our TV channels where we link celebrities for a good cause.


    The sponsors of the program then donate to a charity organization aimed at women and children. Celebrities like to participate in this because it means extra exposure and improves their image. I¡¯m sure that you and Mr. Fellogan like to do something for underprivileged women and children,¡± she increases the pressure on me to keep me from slipping out of her trap, and emotionally ckmails me into joining.


    She knows I regret my unfortunate joke, but that is just what those journalists like the most. They


    just make their living from other people¡¯s misery.


    I take a deep breath and throw my personal card on the table, in a final attempt to get rid of my appearance in this useless show. ¡°I don¡¯t actually date married men. I don¡¯t really want to be connected to them, is my personal code,¡± I say, shaking my head. She smiles as she looks at me intently.


    ¡°Loraine,¡± she emphasizes my name, ¡°Why do I have the feeling that your objection is with Mr. Fellogan and not with the fact that he is married? Everyone knows that these programs are fictitious, and the date only serves social causes. You protest too loudly. Is there more between you and Mr. Fellogan?¡±.


    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t take this too far. I saw the man for the first timest night. I don¡¯t do any business with hispanies either. And like I said, I don¡¯t have affairs with married men, at least as far as I do get involved in rtionships,¡± I strongly deny. She doesn¡¯t borate on it, but I can see from her face that she won¡¯t


    stop there.


    ¡°That¡¯s taken care of. I¡¯ll send you an official invitation to the show. Just make sure you¡¯re there when we need you. It was your own proposal, by the way¡±, she packs up, clearly pleased with the result achieved with this interview. As she walks down the hall to the front door, I see her looking meaningfully at the


    roses. She bends over and inhales deeply on one. Deliberate and provocative.


    She then turns and looks at me with a beaming dubious face. ¡°Beautiful, expensive roses¡±, she responds with raised eyebrows. We greet each other


    and she leaves, whistling. That bitch.


    Troubles ahead, I know right away. But forter care, I think.


    As I walk to my room, I can smell the roses all over the house, they totally upgrade my mood. After a


    final inspection of my make-up and clothing, I walk back to the kitchen where I store my car keys. Today I choose mytest Bugatti sports, superfast, enough to blow the wind through my system.


    I grab the keys and decide to go for a joyride before reporting to work.


    I jump behind the wheel and let the heavy engine run dominating. When I hit the elerator, it roars like a bull, impatient to go full force. With a smooth drive, I am out of my garage, heading


    for the highway. I quickly run the road, releasing my emotions until a rxed feeling takes over my body.


    After an hour long ride, I turn into the underground of my business premises and park my car in the space reserved especially for me. When I¡¯m out, I arrange my pitch ck hair in the car window, a daily routine of mine.


    Suddenly I feel like I¡¯m being watched. I don¡¯t panic at all, I know that all areas in this building are heavily secured and as the CEO, the guards keep a close eye on my arrival. So if anyone is present in this parking lot right now, it must be a top staffer arriving at the same time and it¡¯s therefore safe. To be sure, I look around and see no one. Without any fear, I grab my coat and bag and walk to the elevator with my hips swaying.


    On my way to my office, I greet some workers and chat here and there with some of them. As a CEO you have to appreciate your personnel if you want to get the best out of them, and I already see how happy they are with my personal contact. Such a small investment for a big result.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    When I enter my office, to my great surprise, I see ROSES! Lots of them. The same as delivered


    to my home..


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