Mister Moneybags Read online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“Sure, it’s…actually…”

Where the fuck was it?

“Let me just check and make sure it’s presentable. I might have left some laundry on the floor this morning, not expecting you to come back here. Be right back.”

My heart was pounding as I ventured down the hall, opening each door until I found the bathroom.

Thank fuck I checked it. There was a huge stack of porn magazines next to the toilet. Without thinking it through, I opened the bathroom window and threw them out, praying they didn’t hit anyone on the head on the street below. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead at the mere thought of having to explain that one to her.

“Everything’s decent,” I said, returning to the living room. “Last door straight ahead down the hall.”

With every second that she was in the bathroom, I became more and more paranoid about being in this place, about what else she might find. I remembered she mentioned coffee. Considering the cupboards were likely empty, I made a decision to get us the hell out of here. We’d passed a Starbucks around the corner on the way in. I’d suggest we go there.

When she emerged, I said, “I just remembered I’m all out of coffee. How about we head out for some before I have to take you home?”

“Okay…that would be nice. By the way, why does it smell like mothballs in this place?”

That’s a great question, Bianca George.

“I had to use them. Major moth problem.”

I fucking hated this. I would have wanted nothing more than to spend time with her in my real apartment. The next time I ever brought her back to this place, I would make sure it was inspected from top to bottom, fumigated, and stocked full of her favorite things.

Once at the coffee shop, we nestled into a corner couch and sipped our cappuccinos. She would be mid-conversation and I’d interrupt her by eating her words with a kiss. Each time I did, she’d let out a sound. I loved the feeling of her moans vibrating down my throat.

When ten-thirty rolled around, she looked at her phone. “I really have to go.”

“You can’t be a little late for your meeting with Mister Moneybags?”

“No. It’s unprofessional.”

To be honest, it irked me a little that she chose not to cancel on Dex. I actually had to remind myself that we were rooting for Dex. And by we, I meant Jay and Dex. Me. Deep down, we were both rooting for Dex. So, why was Jay fucking pissed?

I reluctantly dropped her off at her apartment before speeding back to my actual residence.

Once home, I needed to calm down before transforming back into myself. I noticed she was online and sent her a quick message.

Dex: Running a bit late. Give me ten minutes.

Without waiting for a response, I retreated to the shower and rubbed one out to the memories of her moaning into my mouth, imagining that we were doing a lot more than just kissing.

My release had brought me a moment of clarity.

Dex needs to win Bianca over from Jay.

As fucked-up as that sounded, if she liked real me more than the fake me, it gave me a better shot at her accepting that real me was worth looking past all the lies I’d told. Maybe I was fucking delusional in addition to being newly schizophrenic. But at this point, it was the only plan I had. I needed to at least start to feel her out.

Dex: Hello, Bianca. I’m here now. Sorry about the delay. How has your evening been?

Bianca: It was very good, thank you.

Dex: What did you do?

Bianca: I had a date, actually.

Dex: A date that ended before eleven? Couldn’t have been very good.

Bianca: My work takes priority.

Dex: I still maintain that it could have been better if you chose not to blow me off.

Bianca: It was amazing, actually.

It was amazing. I could still taste her on my tongue. And there were still so many more places I wanted to taste her.

Bianca: Are you there?

Dex: Yes. Tell me about your date. What was so amazing about it?

Bianca: Well, you know how with most people, you spend a little time with them and the puzzle pieces fall into place? You sort of get the full picture after you connect a few of the odd shapes?

Dex: I suppose.

Bianca: I feel like this guy is a ten-thousand-piece puzzle, and it’s going to take a long time to see the picture.

Dex: And that’s a good thing?

Bianca: It is. It means he has many layers.

I wasn’t sure I agreed with her. The thing she liked best about Jay was his layers—but most of them were bandages to cover lies.

Dex: Tell me what you liked best about him?

Bianca: You want the truth?

Dex: Of course.

Bianca: The way he kissed me. I could feel he was trying to hold back—but at some point, he lost the battle. I liked that his attraction to me seemed to be uncontrollable. It made me feel sexy.



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