Romance Short Stories: Alpha Billionaires Nightclub

By Michelle Love

Romance Short Stories: Alpha Billionaire's Nightclub is a collection of three short stories steaming with an international cast of beautiful people, stunning locations, dark storylines, and hot, hot sensual romance!

These are the stories that you will read inside:

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blessings For All, LLC
• Release date: Nov 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648086366

Michelle Love

Mrs. Love writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha billionaires who love them. She has found her own happily ever after with her dream husband and adorable 5 year old. Currently, Michelle is hard at work on the next book in the series, and trying to stay off the Internet. "Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this. Thanks!" Sign up for her mailing list to receive advanced notifications before she launches her next book so that you can get it at a discounted and most times FREE! Use the link below to subscribe and enjoy your copy of "Dirty Little Virgin:  A Submissives Secrets Novel" https://dl.bookfunnel.com/3s2x148uer  Follow me on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100014912882501 

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Romance Short Stories

Romance Short Stories

Alpha Billionaire's Nightclub

Michelle Love

Contents

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Forced Intimacy

Samson

Kayla

Samson

Kayla

Samson

Preview of The Forbidden Sitter

The Virgin’s Veil

Gannon

Brooke

Gannon

Brooke

Gannon

Preview of Masked Indulgence

Swank

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Preview of Nightclub Surprise

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Forced Intimacy

A Forbidden Sitter Extra

A mission I was sure not to come back from had me making deals I’d never made before…

Being a Marine, I was no stranger to danger.

This mission though… Well, it was a pretty much a one-way ticket.

I needed someone to help me make it through the week before I was sent to certain doom.

I never expected to find her. Not such a perfect girl.

Our bodies didn’t act like we were the strangers we were to each other.

Right from the start, she succumbed to me in a way I never imagined.

I took the memory of her sweet body with me as I left her that day.

Would I ever get to see her again?

Samson

All I wanted to do was get my mind off the upcoming mission. I was a damn good Gunny. And I’d do anything for my country. Anything. My only option: successfully complete my orders or die trying.

That’s exactly what I aimed to do in one week’s time. Give it my all. Even my life. Captain Chapman didn’t say it in so many words, but we all knew what we were up against. This mission would most likely be our last.

With the Grim Reaper himself waiting for me on the other side, what I needed was a beautiful babe to hang out with and blow off some steam. All I wanted was to bury my head down between the legs of a gorgeous wild woman who will send me off to my mission with a clear head and fresh, empty balls.

In my experience, a beautiful woman could make you forget your problems. A full week with a beautiful woman would definitely get my mind off the Grim Reaper.

I drove up 76 from Camp Pendleton to Fallbrook to get to this burger and barbeque joint, Oink and Moo Burgers and BBQ. Why would I drive half an hour out of the way for a barbeque joint?

Simple. I loved pulled pork sandwiches. In Tennessee, I could get a pulled pork sandwich on every corner. But California? I considered it a rare delicacy and worth the out-of-the-way drive. If death row inmates got to choose their final meal, then hell, I should too.

Besides, Fallbrook had the kinds of bars that I planned to prowl to find that special someone. Remember: I was facing certain death. So, I was — simply put — a dead man walking, looking for fun. Dive bars were full of girls looking for some no-strings-attached fun. Adjusting my crotch as I drove, I was a full nine inches of fun and ready to go.

Driving up, when I saw the maroon window shutters and two cartoon pigs on the sign, it almost felt like I was back home in Chattanooga. Kitschy barbeque joints and Waffle Houses are the life blood of the South. Southern food was the ultimate comfort food, and I needed to be comforted.

A life-size painted sign of brunette in a bright yellow cowgirl outfit greeted me at the entrance. The sight of her gave me a good feeling as I walked inside. It was going to be a good night.

I took a seat in a booth under a bright fuchsia lamp hanging down from the wooden rafters. The Oink and Moo’s greasy, hearty food was just what I needed to fill my stomach before I went out looking for my woman of the week. Getting shit-faced was not a risk I wanted to take. One too many drinks and I could end up with Hagzilla and not the sex goddess I was raring for.

As if on cue, the sexiest girl I had ever seen walked up to my table. She was all curves, an hourglass figure, and killer legs. Her luscious red lips turned up at me into a gorgeous smile while her brown eyes sparkled. Her smile alone gave me a shiver down my spine and right through to my cock.

She ran her hand through her blonde hair that hung down the middle of her back. What can I get you?

Her tight white V-neck shirt with a winking Oink and Moo pig clung to her voluptuous breasts. I was so focused on her ample cleavage that I completely missed her simple question.

She placed a hand on her hip. You see something you like?

I’d been caught.

Stammering, I muttered, I... I’m sorry. Her head was cocked to the side, waiting for me to explain myself. It’s your shirt. That pig is hilarious. I’d like to buy one. The shirt. In my size of course.

She looked down at the grinning pig.

Did she buy it?

Her eyes trailed up back to mine with a playful look, then she tossed her blonde hair back, laughing. Okay.

She didn’t buy it, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Besides the pig shirt, what else would you like this evening? she asked me with a smirk.

My eyebrow shot up again, intrigued.

She shook her head laughing again. I meant: food wise. She pointed at the menu on the table. What would like to eat this evening?

Laughing, I said, No need to look at the menu. I’d like a pulled pork sandwich and bacon wrapped mac and cheese fritters. I sat back in my chair eyeing the waitress’s long legs. And a Sierra Nevada. My eyes couldn’t stop taking in this hot little thing.

Her smile turned devious. You don’t need to look at a menu?

Pointing at her hands that I briefly imagined wrapped around my eager cock, I said, You don't need to write my order down? She wasn’t holding a pen or paper of any kind.

She pointed at her head. I’ve got it up here. Don’t you worry.

I mimicked her gesture and pointed at my own head. Me too.

Her smile wouldn’t fade. Pulled pork, bacon mac and cheese fritters, and Sierra Nevada. Coming right up. She walked away from my table, her long blonde hair swaying as she walked. I imagined a fistful of that hair in my hand as I took her from behind.

Her round, voluptuous ass caught my eye and wouldn’t let it go. She must have sensed me drinking in every inch of her as she walked away. She turned around and gave me a sexy smile.

I bit my lip. This girl was it.

I had found my ultimate sex goddess for the night.

Kayla

He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life. Carefully, I opened the door a crack, just enough, so I could get another look at him.

He had short brown hair. Just like I liked. I wasn’t a man bun type of girl.

From were I stood, I could see the veins in his strong thick arms. He was made of muscles. I could only imagine how gorgeous he looked without a shirt on. Or how it would feel to be swept up in those sculpted arms and pressed up against his broad chest.

And those eyes… Ice blue and eating me up out there. He said he wanted my shirt, but I'm pretty sure he wanted what was under it. I put a hand on my chest. These girls got me all kinds of attention: good and bad. But today my D-cups got me the best attention I’d ever received.

Gina popped my ass with her waiter’s book. What are you looking at? 

I yelped, closing the door. The hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

Gina narrowed her eyes. Let me be the judge of that. She opened the door and peeked out. 

Closing the door, she said, That is one fine piece of... 

Ricky, another waiter, hurried passed us carrying plates of food and narrowing his eyes. Gossiping again, girls? Don’t stop on my account.

Gina finished her thought, projecting her voice to Ricky. Fine piece of pork! Ricky gave her a ‘whatever’ look. Gina’s eyebrows rose as she whispered to me, But he looks like a heartbreaker. Be careful.

Gina had to be right. Guys who looked like that were usually cocky bastards. He was probably just looking for a quick and easy ride.

I carried his food out to his table. He smiled up at me with that gorgeous smile and square chin. I set his food and beer in front of him.

Damn. Cocky bastard or not, he would probably give me the ride of my life. 

His eyes lingered over me again. What are you doing in an hour?

I looked at my watch. An hour? I’ll still be working.

He leaned forward conspiratorially. How about this? Take the rest of the night off. I’ll leave you a nice hefty tip that should be about equal to what you would make for two nights of work.

Where was he going with this? He couldn’t be serious.

Offended, I shook my head. Sorry, but I’m not prostitute.

His face softened as he explained, Didn’t say you were. But I’d like you to come to the Red Eye Saloon with me. It’s just down the street. Then we can see where things go from there. No pressure. I just want to get to know you.

Just to get to know me, huh? Right.  This asshole had another thing coming if he thought I could be bought like a hooker. I scowled, No, thanks.

I spun around and walked away. 

What an asshole! Who does he think he is?

He was hot, but I was incensed he would casually proposition me like that.

My anger got the best of me. I turned back around to give him a piece of my mind. He had his head down, looking at something on his phone while he ate. Excuse me! I thundered.

He looked up from his food with a