Bad Boy Billionaire - Part Two: Bad Boy Billionaire, #2

By Coco Cadence

I am his.

Three words are all it takes to seal my fate.
With the contract signed, the bad-boy billionaire Adrian King owns me now.

His alpha tendencies have me under a spell, and his control over my heart threatens to overtake me. Sparks ignite something more than pure lust … But can there be love in a game ruled by desires?

When passion rules and boundaries are blurred, I have no choice but to delve deeper into the secrets that encompass him.

It won't be without regrets.


The second part of Bad Boy Billionaire, a contemporary romance serial from Coco Cadence.
Note: This part ends in a cliffhanger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Coco Cadence
• Release date: Nov 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781386066286

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About Bad Boy Billionaire Part 2

I am his.

Three words are all it takes to seal my fate.

With the contract signed, the bad-boy billionaire Adrian King owns me now.

His alpha tendencies have me under a spell, and his control over my heart threatens to overtake me. Sparks ignite something more than pure lust … But can there be love in a game ruled by desires?

When passion rules and boundaries are blurred, I have no choice but to delve deeper into the secrets that encompass him.

It won’t be without regrets.

The second part of Bad Boy Billionaire, a contemporary romance serial from Coco Cadence.

Note: This ends in a cliffhanger. More parts of Bad Boy Billionaire will appear in the coming weeks.

Chapter 1

I only just signed the contract, agreeing to become his submissive.

And his first idea was to bring me to a sex club?

I don’t understand why. I thought he wanted me for himself. Was I wrong?

I sigh as I pet my little bird, wondering if I would’ve been better off not signing the contract. As a matter of fact, I should never have met him. It would have saved me all these questions and from going through all the trouble of actually being with him.

To make it worse, I left half of my clothes at his place. I took a taxi straight back home the moment I found out he brought me to a sex club. I’m way too afraid to go back to his place to pick up my clothes. I can’t face him. Not after running out on him like that.

I feel like a fool—a scaredy-cat—but it just happened. I couldn’t stop myself from running.

But I don’t consider it just my fault. He should’ve prepared me more … and maybe he shouldn’t have taken me there on the first day.

A loud knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Elizabeth.

It’s him. Just the sound of his voice gets me shivering.

I ignore him, not wanting to talk to him right now. I wouldn’t even know what to say anyway.

Elizabeth, I know you’re in there, he says, knocking again.

I put my birdy back in his cage and frown while staring at the door. I’m angry for some reason, even though I know it’s absurd. I willingly signed the contract. I should’ve known what I was getting myself into.

He bangs the door again. Open the door, Elizabeth.

Something about his commanding voice pulls me closer, making my feet step forward. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m desperately in need of answers, even though I’m afraid of what he might say. He’s probably pissed as hell.

Go away, I say softly, praying he didn’t hear me.

I’m not going anywhere until you open this door, he says.

Shit, I guess he did hear me after all.

I take a deep breath and walk toward the door but stop right in front of it. My hands are already shaking from the thought of seeing him angry. I don’t want him to be angry with me. That’s the last thing I want.

Elizabeth … open the door, please, he says, much calmer than before.

No … I mutter. I can’t.

Tell me why.

I bite my lip. You’re probably angry with me.

I’m not angry with you. Not at all. Worried is more like it.

My hand hovers over the door handle, but I hesitate. If I let him in, there’s a chance I’ll see more than I’m capable of accepting. That I’ll become overwhelmed again. He has the tendency to do that.

I can’t … I stammer. I can’t do this now.

All right. I’ll come back for you tomorrow.

I hear steps, so I push my ear against the door, listening to the sound of his footsteps disappearing. He’s leaving.

For some reason, I open the door.

My hand moved on its own, and so does my head when it leans out to watch him walk away.

Wait, I say. It just pops out.

As much as I tell myself this is dangerous and frightening, I don’t want him to go away. I want him to stay … with me.

He gazes at me over his shoulder, standing still in the hallway.

Can we … talk? I open the door a little more.

His eyes narrow, and he cocks his head slightly before walking back to me. "Now you want to talk to me? When I’m about to walk away?"

Sorry, I should’ve said something earlier.

Yes, you should have, he says as he stops in front of me. I’m not angry with you, but you need to talk to me.

I’m sorry. I thought you were angry with me for walking away, but … I just couldn’t stay. I gaze down at the floor, feeling unable to look at him right now.

Do you want to end the contract? he says sternly.

What? My lips part.

He pulls it out from his pocket. This. He holds it in his hands, almost ripping it apart. I can tear it up right now, and you’d be rid of me.

Wait, I say, placing my hand on top of his.

Why? His voice is dark and filled with emotions.

Because I don’t want this to end, I say, licking my lips. I want you.

He sighs, lowering the paper and shaking his head. It’s quiet for some time before he opens his mouth again. You make this really hard, you know that?

Yes, I know … and I apologize.

He tucks the paper back into his coat, clearly still confused.

Please don’t be mad, I say.

He looks up at me, frowning. Then he grabs my face with both hands. "I’m not mad at you. Stop saying that. I’m just afraid … of losing you already. He stares deeply into my eyes, almost as if he can peer into my soul. I want you, but how can I have you when you won’t allow it?"

I am yours … I grab his hands too. But not theirs. Only yours.

So it’s the club … you’re afraid of the club, that’s why you ran. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have taken you back home again.

I didn’t think you’d understand. You said this was you … that I needed to see who you really were, and when I found out, I knew you wouldn’t accept me saying no.

"I will always accept your no."

But it means I don’t want you for who you are, I say. I hate that because I do want to love you. With all my heart and soul. But that club …

Forget about the club. It’s a part of me, but it doesn’t define me. I only showed it to you so you’d be prepared.

Prepared for what? I ask as he pulls me closer.

For us. For me bringing you to that club as my submissive.

So you do want to share me with people … I swallow because of the sudden sour taste in my mouth.

He leans in, almost touching my forehead with his. You’re mine and mine alone. That club is simply a means to share the experience. It won’t make you any less mine.

I pull myself away from him. Well, I don’t want to go to that club. I walk back into my home, but he follows me and slams the door shut behind him.

Tell me why, he demands.

It scares me, I say. It’s hard to admit, and yes, I know I should submit to everything you want, but I can’t do this.

"There’s no need to be scared. No one will hurt you, and I will always be