WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

She woke up surprised and shocked to see herself naked under the duvet. “Oh gosh,” she exclaimed, and peeped under the duvet again to see she was totally naked, her thong nowhere to be found.

Just then Fanny came out of the bathroom with towel tied round his waist, as he smiled to her cheerfully, “Hello damsel.”

“What did you do to me? How did I get in your bed?” she asked furiously in crying tone, sitting up and covering her nakedness properly so he wouldn’t see more of it.

“You were heavy with wine yesterday at the garden and you threw up on yourself so I helped you down here and…”

She cut in, “And did what?” she looked walked up already as she expected quick response.

“And washed you, nothing more,”

“You did what? You washed me? Oh my God, Oh fuck. What did you do to me?”

“I washed you; I couldn’t have allowed you to go to bed unwashed. I just needed to do the needful.”

“You did the needful? What other needful did you do? You slept with me, no you slept with me?”

“I can’t take advantage of you when you are drunk. If I want to make love to you it will be consensual and engaging not what you think.”

She looked under the duvet again, and winked, “You mean you washed me, as in you scrubbed my breasts, my belly, my vagina, my laps, I mean did you touch those places like you were touching your puppy?”

“I washed you same way I would wash myself. I washed you clean, that’s all.”

Trying to understand his definition of ‘wash you clean,’ she looked under the duvet and fingered her vagina to see if she was wet and had cum stain. “There is no way you will tell me you washed me without sleeping with me. You are a man with blood flowing in you and not ice cream. If you tell me you only washed me without sleeping with me then I would have to be careful with you. I don’t love liars because they are deceitful.”

Fanny drifted to her, and sat on the bed, “If I want to sleep with you I will tell you to lay back, spread your legs for me, shut your eyes, and enjoy it. Besides if I wanted to do it I would have done it and then dressed you up, making you believe that nothing happened.”

She frowned and smacked her lips, “Where is my thong?”

Fanny stared at her for a while, clapped his hands twice and two maidens walked in with another gold embroidered gown, fifty pieces gold layered thong, and gold leathered court shoes, and displayed them to her.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“New thongs, shoes, and gown, they are all yours. You will wear them today for the party.”

“What party?” she asked.

“Dinner party with my friends. It will be fun trust me.”

He untied his towel and turned away from her, his buttocks facing her, while he dressed into his suit. “But before the party we will be going on a shopping spree in town, so dress up.”

She winked at him, and fancied his muscular body, the six packs that looked like layers of blocks plastered together, his larger biceps and venous hands. Is he even lacking anything, she thought. “Am I going to dress up in your presence?” she asked.

And he waved at the maidens and quickly they led Opula to her suite. He wondered why she was hiding what he had seen; she tied up the duvet across her bust and walked away with the maidens.

In her suite, she locked the door and made straight into the bathtub and washed herself, glaring into her vagina and fingering it to see if actually Fanny had sex with her. She couldn’t believe a man would see her endowment and remain the same; ignore her body without touching and making love to her- she was yet to see that man. “How can he claim to love me yet he lies to me,” she murmured within herself as she looked into the mirror. “I saw it in his eyes, he has been desiring me, and now he has gotten what he wants.” She looked at the set of new gold dresses and gold court shoes and gold layered thongs. She grabbed the thong and glared at the label, and wondered how her buttocks and vagina will be covered with gold thong worth one million dollars; she couldn’t believe her eyes as she felt the pieces of gold scattered around the thong. She wore them and reached for her makeup kit “What difference does it make? Money you will spend on better things you are spending it on gold thongs to cover my vagina, my ordinary vagina. Is it that after wearing the gold thong my vagina will be pizza?” she murmured and got startled when she heard a voice.

“Yes, it will,” the voice was Fanny’s. “Anything I do for you I do for myself,” He had entered the room without her knowing.

“Oh you just startled me.” She winked at him and saw in the mirror how he stared at her big buttocks that molded in the gown. “How did you get in. I locked that door.”

“The hotel is mine. I know my assets and my assets know my voice,” he said and saw the anger in her eyes and then he explained yet further, “This suite has three entrance.” He walked to her and stood behind her. “You look dashing. My friends will love to see you.”

“Your friends will love to see me? Have you been discussing me?”

“Yes, I told them to get ready to see the best thing that has ever happened to me. They can’t wait to see my woman.”

“Who is your woman? Am I really your woman?” she asked and didn’t want to hurt him but she had to start opening up about her feelings for him. “You have had what you want, you have slept with me so can you let me be, can you free me from your wealth and power so I can go my way?”

Disaster loomed on…