Vicious Tycoon – The Billion-Dollar Men Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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I growled, gripping the front of her neck to hold her in place. We kissed like it was nirvana and dry fucked like we were still teenagers exploring our bodies for the first time.

“How are you the best kisser ever?” she panted between kissing me.

“You taught me how.”

She moaned loudly that time, rocking her hips faster and more demanding. It didn’t take long for my fingers to find the edge of her panties, yet the second I went to rub her through the silk, the door to the roof deck abruptly slammed against the wall, breaking this intense moment between us.

“Bailey!” I heard Alexis shout, running over to us as I lowered my hoodie over Bailey’s ass.

I stood, adjusting my hard dick before I reached down to help Bailey up.

“Oh!” Alexis rushed over to us. “Thank God I found you!”

We took in her panicked expression, caught off guard by the turn of events.

“We have to go,” she demanded, grabbing Bailey’s arm.

“What’s going on?” I questioned, not having to wonder for long.

Seconds later, cop sirens assaulted our senses.

Whoop! Whoop!

“Fuck,” I scoffed, tugging my hair back.

“The cops are raiding the house!” Alexis panicked, fervently nodding. “We have to go. I know of a secret passage back there, but we have to leave now!”

I darted toward the stairs, immediately hearing the chaos that was erupting in and outside of the estate. It wouldn’t take long for them to find us.

Hauling ass back to them, I snatched Bailey’s purse off the ground.

“What are you doing?”

I ignored Bailey’s question and grabbed the small plastic bag with the remaining drugs in it.

“Go!” I ordered.

Bailey shook her head. “What about you?”

“I’ll distract them. Go!”

She adamantly resisted. “Not without you.”

“Bailey!” Alexis exclaimed, tugging her toward the secret exit. “We have to go, or we’re literally going to be front-page news!”

I could hear the pounding of the cop’s footsteps coming up the stairs. “Go!”

“Bailey!” Alexis kept trying to yank her to move. “Come on! Think of your career! Everything you’ve worked so hard for! We have to go before it’s too late!”

Bailey reluctantly did, and with a pained look in her eyes, she mouthed to me, “I’m so sorry.”

After I watched them disappear down the hidden backway, adrenaline pumped wildly through my veins, and it was the only thing I could focus on. I felt every fight-or-flight response known to man in a short time.

I was about to run toward the edge of the roof deck to toss out the drugs, but I wasn’t fast enough. By the time I took a step, the cops stormed onto the roof deck, and I had no choice in the matter.

It was her or me.

And I chose her.

Needing to cause a scene and a distraction to give them more time to get away, I roared, “Son of a bitch!” Whipping back around, I arrogantly spewed, “What the fuck is your problem?”

I don’t know how long I went on like this until I saw a sheriff coming for me out of the corner of my eye.

“Motherfucker—” The officer threw my ass face-first onto the concrete floor, and I instantly saw stars.

After he handcuffed me, he read me my rights, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney⁠—”

“An attorney?” I mocked as he lifted me. “Do you know who I am?”

“If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you⁠—”

“If I can’t afford one? Do you have any idea who the hell I am? I’m Nicholas Aires III! I’m a fucking legend!”

He ignored me. “Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

“Yeah, I’m speaking to you right now! Your ass is going to be fired by the time I’m through with you! Do you hear me? You’re fucking done in this town! I’ll make sure of it!”

Another cop patted me down, finding exactly what I knew he would. I couldn’t risk Bailey getting caught with five felonies on her, so I willingly took the fall for her.

“Sheriff,” the cop announced, nodding to him. “That’s Nicholas Aires’s son.”

“Yeah,” I remarked. “And my father’s going to have your balls on a platter.”

The sheriff didn’t give a shit who I was. He tossed my ass into the back seat of his car and slammed the door in my face. Throwing my head against the backrest, I didn’t make a sound.

My performance was over.

I gave it five stars.

I stayed quiet until I sat in my jail cell, drained from the inside out.

Fully aware…

I. Was. Fucked.

chapter five

Aires

14 weeks later

“How the fuck did you let this happen, Aires?” My father slammed another dumpster fire article about me on the table in front of him.


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