Captive By The Billionaire 2 (A BBW Erotic Romance)

By Nora Stone

In this thrilling second installment, Trista is determined to not see Ethan Gray anymore. His entrance in her life has caused her friends to become jealous of her, and have all of her co-workers talking.  Trista just wants to get back to her old life before he came into the picture. Yet Ethan is not willing to let her go without putting up a fight.  Will Trista return his affections?  Or will she end up losing the one man her body craves?

Approximate length: 10,400 words (a novelette)

Content Warning: This erotic romance contains graphic scenes of intimacy. For mature adults 18 years and older ONLY!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mahogany Publications
• Release date: Jul 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501429576

Book preview

Chapter One

I had no idea what to do next, but I was glad that I left right away. Last night was a mistake, and I didn’t want to be any more trouble to him. We were too different from each other to have anything long term.

Hell, he probably thought of me as a pity fuck.  That’s what most of the attractive guys thought after they fucked a girl like me.  I was convinced that whatever happened last night was just a one-night thing, and I wasn’t going to let it affect me.  I didn’t need all the drama in my life that a social connection with him would ensure, and I was sure he felt the same way.

I slid into the seat of my car and looked in the rear-view mirror for one last glimpse of the mansion. I’m an office worker; a nobody. This fairy tale wasn’t the life I wanted, and frankly, it wasn’t the one that I needed right now.  That’s all in the past, and so was last night.

Ethan was watching me through the door, and I wanted nothing more than to walk back into that mansion and throw my arms around him. My heart wanted that, but my head knew the smart thing would be to pull out of this driveway and never look back. He was way out of my league, and that was dangerous.  I didn’t see the point of pursuing it; it would only lead to heartbreak.

The last thing I saw before I pulled out of his driveway was him waving to me.

I didn’t wave back. I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to have my heartbroken like it was after Grayson.

I flopped down on my couch, wrapping a towel around my damp hair. I had to work the evening shift at work that day, so it gave me extra alone time, something I was always grateful for. 

My phone flashed from where it sat on the coffee table, and I leaned forward, grabbing it. I had three new messages; one was from Ethan telling me he had a great night, one was from Grayson, and the last one was from my former roommate.

I opened Stephanie’s first.

I saw you with Ethan last night.  I bet you’re his new charity case!

Tears welled in my eyes and threatened to fall.  It was like college all over again.  I almost wished that I hadn’t gone to that damn party.

The second one was from Grayson. It wasn’t as bad, but it was still mean.

I bet you think you’re special now since you bagged that billionaire guy.

I used to get messages like that from him all the time; most of them were about how