Bought by the Billionaire

By Isla Chiu

My heart soars when someone raises his hand. 30,000 dollars—that’s enough to pay off my sister’s debt. Before that can fully sink in, the auctioneer continues:

“30,000 dollars. Going once, going—”

“A million dollars.”

My eyes damn-near fall out of my head when I see the only Asian man in the room stand up, his paddle high in the air. With some pleasure, I also note that he’s the only certified-fine man in the club. A head full of natural black hair with a few distinguished streaks of gray, a jawline that would make most Hollywood actors jealous, and a fit-as-hell body that is begging to get out of his black designer suit.

WORD COUNT: 3,400

A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome billionaire!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Feb 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005364939

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

Book preview

Bought by the Billionaire

I STARE AT THE DRESS Gisele is holding, though dress is a rather generous term for the skimpy little thing in her hands. The dress would cover my private parts but just barely. Worse, it’s covered in ugly gold sequins.

Isn’t this dress beautiful? she asks.

I say, Um...

It’s so beautiful that it’s rendered you speechless.

Sure, lady.

My heart sinks as she hands me the dress. I wish I could toss it at her feet and tell her, There’s no way I’m putting that ugly-ass thing on my body.

But I say, Thank you, before stepping behind a curtain to change into the dress. I don’t want to hurt Gisele’s feelings. She may have questionable fashion taste, but she hasn’t been bitchy to me. And even if she were a total bitch, I can’t risk pissing off any of the club’s employees.

As I get into the sequin-covered garment, I can’t help thinking, I should be at college right now. Instead, I’m at a gentleman’s club of dubious legality, getting ready to