Wrecked: A Dark Billionaire Romance (The Billionaires Secret Club Book 1)
Wrecked: A Dark Billionaire Romance: Chapter 6

Chrissy was stunning. I’d expected an attractive woman, but she could have been on the cover of a magazine. Her blonde hair fell in waves against her shoulders. Her cream-colored skin was smooth and her lips were full and pink. She was slim, with a curved waist and toned arms.

The slinky black dress clung to her figure and accentuated her waist and the curve of her backside.

As she’d walked with me, she’d had an elegance about her, and a rare natural confidence for someone her age. Perhaps it had come from having to survive in her rough background.

For me, the decision was made. I wouldn’t be telling her yet, but the trial was over.

I wanted Chrissy.

I wanted her to accept the offer. I wanted to see her naked. I wanted to order her to undress. I wanted her bent over in front of me. I wanted her in my lap, and in my bed.

But would it work?

Her situation sounded fraught with stress and uncertainty.

I could see that she was apprehensive. The idea of giving me her virginity did not seem to give her pause, but the idea of not being able to come and go freely seemed to distress her. I would have to offer her some ways to leave the house, or I feared she’d end the arrangement. She didn’t seem the type to lie or sneak away, but I didn’t want her to grow restless or depressed.

I hoped she would continue her college classes. It would be a familiar part of her routine, when everything else was so different.

It was clear that she had an iron will and rock-solid self-discipline. In another universe, I’d have liked to hire her as a project manager.

She had been independent her whole life, taking charge of her family at a very young age. She was strong, and determined. I could see the flint in her eyes as she considered having to do exactly as I said.

Chrissy had been making her own way for a very long time. It wasn’t an easy path, but she had forged ahead. She was practical, studious, and gave off a no-nonsense vibe. Her manners were already good, and her speech was perfect.

Could she submit?

I had no I had no doubt she would try, if she decided to do it. She could go through the motions, and bite down any objections. But could she truly submit to me? Would she be clenching her fists and biting her tongue, her head filled with scathing thoughts and loathing for my commands?

“What do you think?” I asked.

She gave her little apple tart a longing look. I decided to save it for her. The chef could make more, but sometimes they tasted good cold.

“Can I go outside?” she asked. “I’d like to take a walk and think this over.”

“Of course.” I adjusted the lights so the pool would be illuminated, and turned on the ground lighting so she could walk around outside freely.

I went to my office. There wasn’t much for me to do, but I needed a distraction. I removed my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves.

I tried to reply to emails, but thoughts of Chrissy kept me from focusing. I was worried she’d chafe against my instructions, but her personality intrigued me. I thought I’d be fine with someone empty-headed and vapid, but I was wrong.

I wanted Chrissy, with her sharp mind and her determined courage.