Mr. Black's Proposal (Part One: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

fabric where my cock had pushed hard against my underwear.
    Beep. Beep. BEEP!
    “Could you turn that off?” I asked, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose in a show of annoyance.
    “Oh. Sure,” Bianca said. She muted her phone and kept playing. Her face squinted in a scowl.
    “Are you taking me to that party tonight?” Bianca asked, her fingers still flashing across the phone’s screen.
    “No.”
    “No?” Her eyelashes batted wide open.
    “No. I’m taking someone else.”
    I could see a glint of anger in her eyes, and then it was gone. She smiled at me, eager to please.
    “Alright!” she said. “No problem.”
    The only indication that she was displeased was the way she mashed the buttons on her phone harder as she played her game. I waited for an outburst, a temper tantrum like the one she’d thrown in the cupcake shop. But it never came. She wasn’t going to risk making me upset with her.
    I was surrounded by people eager to please. It had been this way my whole life. From nannies to servants to girls at the club, nobody wanted to upset me. I guess if Bill Gates steps on your toes, you grin and smile.
    I don’t know what was so different about today. Maybe it was that cupcake girl jerking her hand away from me. God, that had felt so good. I’d wanted to reach out to grab her again. I’d wanted to pin her down right then and there over the counter. I thought about her lips, about how they would purse in an oval when I spanked her like the naughty girl she was— “Sir?”
    I blinked and looked up. We were at my apartment building. Right.
    I got out of the car. Bianca slid over to the open door but I blocked the way.
    “Would you take Bianca home, Alex?”
    She looked up at me, the fake cheerfulness draining away from her face.
    “I thought—”
    “I have work to do. Maybe some other time.”
    Her face fell.
    “But—but Lucas! You asked me to come over today—”
    I closed the door on her. And Alex, God bless him, drove off so quickly that she didn’t have time to argue. He really was the perfect personal assistant. I made a mental note to give him a raise.
     
    Feeling irritated at the way the morning had gone so far, I stepped into my apartment and closed the door. There was only one surefire cure for a bad mood, and his name was Otis.
    “Otis! Otis!”
    Otis came bounding around the corner, his paws slipping on the tile floor. He crashed into my knees, bowling me over in a flurry of sloppy licks. I laughed as I rolled back onto the tile and played around with him, scratching his tummy. He yipped and twisted in glee on the floor. I’d gotten him out of a litter of yellow lab pups a couple of years back, but he was still a puppy at heart. And he was the only person in the world that seemed genuinely happy to see me when I came home.
    I looked down the hallway and cringed when I saw a leather shoelace in the middle of the hall. Oh, man. I bet I forgot to put my shoes away in the closet.
    “I ate a cupcake today, Otis. What did you eat?”
    Otis cocked his head at me. His yellow ear flopped over and I scratched the top of his nose.
    Otis barked as I got up and walked over to the shoelace. There was one chewed-up loafer in the other room. But its matching pair was nowhere to be seen.
    “I bet you ate at least one shoe, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”
    Otis let out a low whine and looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes.
    “Well, I guess we both had a cheat day,” I said, patting him on his head. “But never again, okay?”
    He yipped again and licked my hand.
    “I forgive you, buddy,” I said. “Let’s go have a swim, how about it?”
    Some people couldn’t say the word walk in front of their dogs. For Otis, it was the word swim. He’d been a water puppy ever since I first got him. Actually, he’d jumped into the hot tub while I was in there with two naked girls. And the damn dog hadn’t even blinked when I called him a cockblocker.
    Now, he jumped with delight as I led the