Madam Billionaire

Chapter Four



“Amara, he’s on the line again. And these bouquets of flowers just won’t stop coming! I’m getting scared, okay… I seriously think you have a very rich stalker on your ass!”

Amara just laughed on the other line, telling Peter to be a man, and forward all of her incoming calls to her mobile. It has been three days and he was either smitten by her or just wouldn’t take no as an answer.

“I’m working from home until that crazy Italian stalker is bored with me. Oh and get me an escort agency for my date to the banquet tonight, tell them I want a sexy, clean-cut, thirtyish man, oh… and tell them it’s a formal, so I need my Woody in a tux.”

She giggles at the double-meaning words, making Peter groaned on the other line.

“You know what? I’ll get you a Woody and get you off your sexless lifestyle. It’s been months Amara, you need to get laid.”

That was when it was her turn to groan making him laugh on the other line.

“Just fetch me the wood, and I’ll get it done.”

She hangs up after a few alterations to her schedule for the next few days. Then she was on her way to the spa thinking to get her relaxation in another way.

Her dearest beautician greeted her as she arrived at one of her favorite playgrounds.

“Lionel, how are you?”

“My beautiful Amara, it’s me who should be worried. How are you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Oh honey, I give the best wax job in town, though I have several clients a couple of towns over. But so not the focus of our talk. Come, I have cleared my day just for you.”

He ushered her to the private spa area reserved only for their most wealthy clients. She took me there a couple of times, but I was never a spa girl. Not like our Amara, where she could blend into the walls and sleep there while I would die of boredom waiting for them to do things to my body. I mean seriously how many treatments can one body take?

“Oh Lionel, you have the most delicious touch a woman can take.” She moaned to him massaging her shoulder.

“See, that worries me, darling. You’re beautiful, young, smart, and wealthy, yet you’re still single. And haven’t come to me in months, girl I’m worried…”

She chuckled at his words.

“I’ve been busy Lionel, work… oh yes, right there… damn…”

She let out another moan, while Lionel just smiles at one of his richest clients, knowing that these girls make too many decisions in their lifetime. He just hopes that she would live her life more, cause obviously, she was too young to surround her days with work.

It was five hours later when she came out of the spa, feeling sleek, energized, and primped from head to toe.

“Welcome Ms. Hamilton, your bouquets of flowers have been overflowing our lobby. What would you like me to do with them today?”

“Oh, Barry! I’m so sorry I’ll let Peter know, and let the perpetrator sends these elsewhere. But take the most beautiful one to your wife for me. And you can send the rest to the nearest hospital and give them out to all the patients, hopefully, these will cheer them up.”

She gave him her sweetest smile while he holds the elevator open for her, then sighed when she reached her floor.

She wanted to stay in for the night, but the charity banquet was one of her father’s events and it was mandatory for all of his family to be there. That was actually the spa was for, to prepare her for tonight.

The fake-ness of their family was making her tired with each passing year. But she was doing it for her dad, she loves him so much that she’d do anything for him. She even let her stepbrothers and stepmother belittle her. Just because she knows that her dad would defend her no matter what.

“Ms. Hamilton, my name is Sergio.”

She smiled at the handsome man before her, then looked at the ruby cuff-links as the markings for her escort for that night.

“Sergio, please call me Amara. Thank Kamaria for me, she’s definitely the perfect replacement after Adrianna.” She said, placing her hand on the crook of his arm as he offered seconds earlier.

“Amara, of course… how close would like me to be? How long have we dated?…”

They talked before entering the grand ballroom where she would introduce him as her date. This too that been done several times already, sometimes with the same escort should the events were in short intervals.

They both look like a couple in love, Amara was wearing the latest Versace evening gown in black, contouring her slender body with a very high slit revealing her sexy thigh and even sexier evening designer heels. Her jewelry was minimal, only small red diamond studs her father brought back from his business trip. Her simple appearance was making her look more expensive than the rest of the women flaunting their over-the-top diamonds.

Sergio was placing his manly hand on her naked lower back, he rubbed and whispered some nonsense as if they were sharing some intimate words, making her smile at him as he was doing what he was instructed each time he was being introduced as her date for that night.

That was until her rich stalker Russo decided to join in the charity. She cursed on the inside, knowing she could not leave the party until every member of her family was in attendance and mingle together.

“Well… Amara didn’t expect to see you here.” Antonio said, looking all handsome and screams out wealth in his designer tux and sleek Italian handmade leather shoes.

“Really? I thought you’re stalking me? You should stop with the flowers. I don’t like giving an extra job to Barry.”

“Barry?” 

“Yeah, my doorman Barry.”

“You know your doorman?”

“You don’t?”

“Oh sorry…” she smiled at Sergio, totally forgetting about him until he rubbed her back, obviously thinking about their appearance.

“Sergio meet Antonio, my flower guy. Flower guy met Sergio, my escort guy.”

She was throwing the escort information out, knowing that if he knows that Sergio was not a real date, then he’d let the matter go. She didn’t like to make a scene, and she was afraid that Antonio might make one. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Both men shake hands though Antonio seemed a bit bothered than Sergio.

“Escort? you’re rejecting me for an escort?”

Sergio said nothing but smiled as if they were talking about something else. He was a true professional at his work, Amara noted that in her mind telling herself that she’d tipped him more for this exceptional attitude.

“Sergio honey, would you get me a glass of champagne?”

She deliberately put her hand on his chest, as he lowered himself down knowing that she would kiss him on the cheeks and flirt playfully for others to see.

But the rich stalker was fast on taking her away from the crowd, once Sergio was sent away. He was ushering her onto the outside spacious veranda, where the cold night air greeted them.

“Antonio, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m getting you away from your escort.”

He put his hand on her slim waist pushing her back to the wall, with his body covering them from other guests, and pulled her in for a deep sensual kiss. His other hand was holding on to her neck keeping her, molding her as she melts to his kisses. She was holding on to his tux and finally let out a moan when his hand trail down the high slit of her dress and cupped her bare cheek.

“Fuck Amara…” he cursed as he pushed himself letting her feel his very hard dick against her body.

He pulled back abruptly, looking a bit taken back then leave her there alone, resting her back to the wall, lips swollen, legs still a bit shaky, and her heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

What the fuck was that?

She thought as she touched her lips, and wondering where he’s gone.


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