Filed to story: Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Book (Cora & Byron)
“all the ways to make fast cash are written in the law books.”
Cora smiled awkwardly and said,
“Right.”
If she went to jail, her mother’s treatment fees would be even more of a problem.
Just as Cora was regretting rejecting the money, Byron suddenly asked,
“What if I get you a job?”
“Okay. But I have to work in the hospital Monday to Friday. Can you give me a part time gig?”
“The lounge we were at last night…
go to Spire 73 to work in the evening,”
he said.
…
At nightfall, in Spire 73, the favorite leisure and entertainment place of the rich young men in the city.
“Byron, how does it feel to be harassed by your nephew’s fiancee?”
Byron’s good friend, Harry, was wearing a flowery shirt, drinking and chatting with him.
Byron knew that Harry was referring to Cora. He took a sip of wine and said,
“Engagement is off. What fianc?e?”
“That’s true, and damn. That Cora Lane, she’s really something. Rarely do I see a girl with a good face, big breasts AND a fat ass. I bet a lot of people would want to tap that now that she’s single.”
Words travel fast, especially in the
“rich crowd”. By now, everyone knew about Cora Lane’s fall from grace and that her engagement with Eason Patton was over.
When Harry said,
“I bet a lot of people would want to tap that”
he was specifically looking at Byron. He had exactly three hickies on his neck.
Yesterday, he had organized a party for Byron to appear in Spire 73.
That was why when Byron left Spire 73 with Cora, Harry had seen the entire thing. Even though he was grabbing the ass of a russian model, he saw from the corner of his eyes how Byron took Cora’s hand and headed towards the elevators.
They were both adults. It was easy to know what would happen after they left the bar together.
Harry nudged Byron,
“so, how does it feel to sleep with the same girl your nephew slept with?”
Byron glared at Harry,
“who says my nephew slept with her?”
Harry’s jaws hit the floor. He edged even closer,
“no f*cking way. They were engaged though!”
Byron ignored Harry, but the more Byron ignored him the more interested he became.
“Come on!! Man, talk to me. How was it?”
Byron coldly looked at Harry and just said one word,
“no”
But because of Harry’s question, his mind took him back to the night before…
Cora moaning beneath him, then her legs shaking when he took her from behind. Harry was right, she did have a perfect body. When he thrusted from behind he held on to her tiny waist and watched as her plump butt swallowed his shaft.
The air seemed to have suddenly become thinner. Byron quietly pulled open his collar a little.
“Aww come on man, you’re no fun…”
Harry was very open about relations between men and women.
He had seen Cora at the dinner party once, it was a long time ago but he still remembered the blue satin dress she wore. It accentuated her curves, and even someone like him who’s been with countless women, wanted a taste…
But at that time, Eason was her fiance and he watched her closely, making sure no man went anywhere near her.
Now that the Lane family had been torn apart and the Patton family had drawn a clear line between them, Harry was eager to give it a try.
But Byron suddenly interrupted him.
“Maybe I’ll tell you next time.”
“Next time? There’s going to be a next time? Don’t say I didn’t warn you, what if Jane finds out?”
Harry was shocked Byron would actually think about a
“next time”.
Normally, these types of things would be a one and done, especially for Byron who has a girl his family picked out for him. Jane was the
“approved bride”, she came from an impeccable family and had great looks. She’s also a doctor with a kind heart, a rarity in their world.
In Harry’s eyes, Jane was excellent.
“Why should I care if Jane finds out?”
“Wait what? I thought you’d marry Jane!”
Before Harry could blurt it out, he saw Cora coming into the lounge.
“Oh shit, she looks good…”
Harry exclaimed.
Byron turned around and looked in the direction of Harry’s gaze and saw that stunning figure…
Cora started her first shift as a promoter.
“Sir, would you like to try this new cocktail? It’s delicious.”
Cora smiled, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth were lively and intoxicating.
This was the part-time job that Byron had gotten for her-promoting different alcohol.
The clients were nearly all men, and they looked at her with lustful eyes,
“You want us to order the drinks you promote?”
“Then show us why we should buy it,”
another chimed in with a laugh.
A bald guy with greasy looking fingers got up and poured 10 shots of patron.
“Come on, if you can drink with us, we’ll order a few bottles from you.”
“I can’t hold my liquor. I’m really sorry.”
After drinking a few glasses of wine last night, she had sex with Byron. Alcohol tolerance was not her strong point.
Cora wanted to give up on this table so she smiled and got ready to leave.
Unexpectedly, the several male guests there refused to let her go.
“Come on, this is how you treat your clients?”
Spire 73 was famous for its hot bartenders and waitresses. That’s another reason why so many men come to this place.
However, just as they were about to put their hands on Cora, a cold male voice rang out.
“What are you doing?”
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man’s eyes seemed to be as cold as an iceberg.
“Mr. Hansen!”
Almost all the people who came here to entertain themselves were rich young men from New York.
Most of them knew Byron Hansen.
After all, this is the same man whose photos are plastered everywhere. Magazines, billboards and social media. One magazine once wrote
“The hottest and most eligible bachelor, Byron Hansen. Who shall take home the gold?”
When Cora saw Byron, she was a bit surprised.
One young man tried to play it off,
“we were just messing with her, we meant no harm.”
Looking at those people coldly, Byron said,
“You are not qualified to do such a thing. Get lost.”
His tone sounded casual, but his innate arrogance and powerful aura suddenly reminded the people present that Spire 73 was also the property of the Hansen family.
“Mr. Hansen, I’m sorry. We crossed the line.”
“Mr. Hansen, it won’t happen again.”
They hurriedly apologized.
…
However, Byron didn’t listen to them. He only gloomily ordered the bar manager, who had heard the news and rushed over,
“Throw these people out. Sue them for sexual harassment, and never allow them into any Hansen Group establishment ever again.”
The seemingly casual order made the several men weak in the knees.
Almost all of the top-notch leisure and entertainment establishments in New York belonged to the
Hansen Group.