Mr. Silver: A Mr. Billionaire Short Story by Lorraine Tracy & Club Flirt

Mr. Silver: A Mr. Billionaire Short Story by Lorraine Tracy & Club Flirt

Author:Lorraine, Tracy & Club, Flirt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-29T16:00:00+00:00


Fearne

Rolling over, every muscle in my body pulls. Memories of the night before flood me. Fuck, how many times did we have sex, exactly?

I have no idea what the answer might be but my sore body screams that it was one too many.

Rolling over, I expect to find him beside me. Disappointment courses through me when I discover I’m alone in this ginormous bed. Grasping the covers to my bare chest, I sit up and look around. I may have been here all night, but it’s the first opportunity I have to get a good look at my surroundings. The first thing I notice is how bare everything is. It’s just white walls and dark wooden furniture. There’s nothing homey or personal about the space at all.

Wrapping myself in the bed sheet, I make use of the bathroom before heading out to find Scott.

It doesn’t take me very long to realise that I’m alone. There’s no sign of him, or of him ever being here. My heart drops and my stomach turns over. Not one second of last night did I believe I was going to be this girl. If I had any suspicion that I was going to be used to warm his bed and then dismissed, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of it.

I run the events of last night through my head but all I remember was how caring and attentive he was. I can’t get enough of you, baby. His words come back to me and tears sting my eyes. I fell for every fucking word that passed his lips. I’ve never felt so humiliated in all my life.

It’s not until I return to the bedroom that I do find a tiny piece of him. Sitting on the bedside table next to where I was sleeping is a business card.

Scott Hudson

CEO Hudson Enterprises

The black and silver card taunts me. It’s a harsh reminder of how easily played I was. Gripping it between my fingers, I slowly rip down the centre and drop it to his bed.

Realisation hits me. This isn’t his bed. This isn’t his home. This is his fuck pad.

Rushing over to the wardrobes and pulling the doors open, my suspicions are confirmed when all I find is a couple of expensive business suits and shirts.

“Motherfucker.”

As quick as I can, I dress and get the hell out of this billionaire’s sex den.

As I sit on the tube in last night’s dress and probably with my make-up smudged all down my face, I try to figure out what it was about him that made me so reckless. Was it those icy blue eyes? His unique silver hair that made him so much more sincere than the playboy he so obviously is? I know one thing for a fact; it wasn’t his money.

“Morning, honey. Did you have a goo—” Mum’s question dies on her lips when she turns to look at me. “What happened?”

“Exactly what I should have expected. When I woke up this morning, he’d left.”

“Without saying anything.



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