The Billionaire's Perfect Size

By Cherry Kay

Mack is a young billionaire bachelor living in New York City and living the single man's lifestyle just how he wants it. Some would call him a playboy, whilst Mack would say he is just waiting for the right one.

Curvy BBW Monica has recently been transferred to work in Mack's New York office and is excited to hear that Mack chose her personally for the promotion. She is even more intrigued when she feels that the handsome billionaire is flirting with her.

She figures that she is imagining it. A man like him would probably go for size zero supermodels and he would easily get them too.

Little does Monica know, she is actually the Billionaire's perfect size and he is going to stop at nothing till he gets what he wants....

But what happens once he actually gets it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BWWM Romance
• Release date: Apr 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533734570

Book preview

Chapter1

The apartment was as silent as death. Exactly how he liked it. He wondered if she was still breathing. When he’d gotten up from bed an hour ago to shower and dress, she was asleep, snoring softly, but from his chair across the room he couldn’t hear it now. Buried in the down comforter and sinking into the pillow top mattress, even a big girl like Jackie was just a fold in the sheets. Normally he kicked them out long before going to sleep, but he had a soft spot for her. She did the things for free that other escorts wouldn’t even do for money, so he was especially fond of her.

But not this fond of her. Another 15 minutes and he would be later than he wanted to be. He was never on other peoples’ time. He didn’t wait for anyone, but they often waited for him. It was exactly how he wanted it. What were they going to say, and who would say it?

His driver got paid to drive and did not care what time he was scheduled to get there to pick Mack up, or what time the appointment actually happened. His assistants got paid to do what he said when he felt like it, not bitch about having to reschedule meetings or tell his private jet to hold the runway for another 45 minutes. They waited and did what he said when he said it, but he didn’t make money by not showing up at all, and Jackie was pressing his patience.

A faint smile spread across his lips for just a moment. But damn, she can take it like a—

The covers rustled and a mass of milk chocolate skin and jet black tangled hair sat up from the bed, contrasting hard against the white bedding and walls. Mack’s 3,700 square foot apartment was open and empty for a reason: he hated clutter with a passion. White walls. White ceilings. Stainless steel kitchen. Spotless glass tables. Every piece of furniture custom made from Huanghuali wood, the rarest and most expensive in the world.  Marble floors because carpeting was for poor people, who couldn’t afford the 42nd floor in the middle of New York City. It was okay, but this was just the cheap place he kept to bring dates. He couldn’t afford for some gold digging whore to know where he really lived, lest  a new one showed up every other month pregnant, swearing it was  his.

Jackie’s sigh turned into a soft moan as she stretched her arms over her head and shook the sleep from her head. The sun drove hard through the south wall—made entirely of glass—making her shudder and turn away, trying not to look that direction. She had passed out around three in the morning, exhausted. He could have gone another round, but she did him good so he let her be. She earned it. He dozed off around 4:30, was back up by six. Now it was approaching 7:30 and his patience was wearing thin. She had been out for over four hours. How much damn sleep did she need?

Still, he wasn’t nearly as hard on her as he was on the others, but she also earned it, and he couldn’t deny she was his favorite. Ironically, he didn’t have an interest in escorts at all. His first experience with one was only three years ago, and Jackie was only the third he had ever allowed to entertain him; though last night made their seventh appointment together. He had no trouble getting what he wanted for free, but there was something about having to pay them sometimes, that made it seem more like she was on his level. Some women he picked up at a bar or club were begging for it.

With Jackie, he had to have an appointment, and something about that balance of power turned him on when he was in the mood.

He also had to admit that he had a hard time finding a woman over 200 pounds that knew how to work it like she did, and she could work every inch of herself exactly how he liked. Even for a man, his hands were extra large, and nothing was as satisfying as having too much tit to fill them. Jackie’s were perfect. They spilled out of every top she wore, and she always made him wait to take her bra off. She knew it drove him wild having to wait, and she was an expert at making him take his time.

She looked at him from across the room, smiled, then flopped back down into the pillows. Fuck this, he thought, standing abruptly from the chair. As he approached the night stand for his watch, he dropped a roll of hundred dollar bills next to her purse.

House keeper will be here in an hour. She won’t be expecting you. Be gone by then. His voice was gruff and firm. Not mean, but he got his point across. His patience wore thin quickly. His mother had always said it was the Irish in him. His father had always just said he was a man. Without looking back or even thinking about it, he strode out of the bedroom with his grandfather’s pocket watch, winding it as he entered the kitchen for another glass of orange juice before leaving for the week.

Silence followed him for a moment after the echo from his soles soaked into the walls. Then her voice called through the empty doorway.

This is too much! Asshole, she said, annoyed.

His face hardened instantly. "What an ungrateful bitch. Dirty, lousy, whore," he thought. Any other woman would have heard it roaring out of his deep chest, but again, for the fondness he held back.

You’re pressing my good graces, he yelled back, sure to make his own irritation felt. His face remained cold when he looked up, but seeing her bare-ass naked in the door way holding his money got his blood flowing all over again, like it had been all night. But it was time to leave for work and he wouldn’t be distracted.

She held the money up in one hand. "This is seven thousand fucking dollars. My overnight rate is only twenty