Who Wants to Lock Down a Billionaire - Jamie Knight Page 0,1

friends truly?

But there was something about him. Something in his eyes that made me think it was the former. I knew he was a Dom, at least to hear the rumor mill tell it, but I couldn’t really imagine him harming anyone. I had seen brutality. I knew the look and he just didn’t have it.

The contestant that night was an unspeakably hot redhead with skin like milk and freckles in all the right places. Her breasts were also to be admired, perfectly shaped and just the right size.

Adam seemed interested. He engaged her and made her giggle, though I suspected he was like that with everyone. It could have just been an act.

One didn’t get to be a billionaire without learning to schmooze, unless they were born into it. Even then schmoozing was probably a required course at private school along with which spoon to use and how to tie a cardigan around your neck.

Not that Adam struck me as particularly pretentious. He was always well put together, but in a style probably best described as beautiful simplicity. Boots, jeans and t-shirts were worn in such a way as to look like they belonged at an opera house. His jeans were perfectly pressed and always unruffled; his black t-shirt looked like it was designed to perfectly fit his beefy frame and his boots, Doc Martens from what I could tell, were always polished to a mirror glow.

Of course, when you had as much money as he did, no one was going to argue with what you chose to wear, now were they?

“You should go on this show!” Astrid gushed, nearly squealing with excitement.

“What? No I mean I couldn’t, I-”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! You're super hot; I’m sure he’ll like you.”

I wished I shared her confidence. I had certainly been what one might describe as “hot” when I was younger, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. Rick walking out on me when he found out I was pregnant was quite a shock and really shook my confidence.

I had tried my best to get my figure back after having Freya but I really wasn’t sure it had worked. Truth be told, Astrid as the first person to tell me I was hot in about five years. On the upside, I had no reason to doubt her intentions. She was nothing if not honest and direct.

“There’s a ton of prize money in it,” she coaxed me, and I thought about how much it could help out my situation, and Freya’s too, of course.

“Do you really think they would want me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Sure, put in an application. I’ll bet you a turkey dinner that you at least get on the show, if not chosen to go with him on the luxury lockdown.”

“Fresh or frozen?”

“I’m serious!” Astrid objected, pelting me good with a cushion.

“My own cushion turned against me in anger! Oh, the humanity!”

“Come here,” Astrid said, squeezing me tight.

“You’re forgiven, oh traitor of mine.”

“Good. At least think about what I said, yeah? It could be really fun! The prize money for lasting the whole time is a million dollars! We both know you need the money.”

“Yeah. I’ll think about it,” I said.

I did think about it. I almost went mad thinking about it. I got so horny I could barely sleep. My mind was full of images of me bent over Adam’s knee, his strong, sure hand landing expertly on my bare ass again and again, before turning me over and having me suck on what I assumed to be a truly magnificent cock. I mean, his hands were big, so it only stood to reason. Or so I had been led to believe.

I was just desperate enough to try fingering myself when my alarm went off. The universe was no doubt laughing at its own hilarious joke. It was not quite as funny as the platypus or the minuscule length of the average human life but still, this trick was in the top twenty classics, at least.

Ignoring the fire raging down below, I got Ingrid ready for the day and did my best to prepare myself for another day of honest toil. Sadly, the pay didn’t rise along with the hours. I worked on a contract. What else was I to expect?

“Coming!” I called, in response to Astrid’s knock on my bedroom door.

Just not in the way I wish I was! I thought.

“Where is the little munchkin?” I asked her, once I was up.

“Oz, last time I checked.”

“ I’ll get her,”