This Billionaire's Virgin: This Billionaire, #2

By Rachel Foster

He's been a nerd the entire 18 years of his life because he has created many apps and games that of course didn't become anything that made him any money. He decided not to go to college and created a social network that. He's now 22 and just sold it for 3 billion dollars. He has a dog and hires a dog walker named Natasha. She is a 2nd grade teacher that does dog walking during the summer. And he can't get her off his mind. But he is a virgin and nervous to make a move. Will he finally lose it? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3rd Publishing
• Release date: Mar 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215047804

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This Billionaire's Virgin

Rachel Foster

Copyright © 2018 by Rachel Foster

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

1

N

ATASHA

The club music thumped while the red and purple lights strobing through the dark, packed dance floor.

I was just tipsy enough, and the night was young.

Time to party, I told myself.

The bass dropped, and I eagerly glanced over at Kate and Shannon, my two best friends and usual partners in crime. The three of us locked as we prepared for the drop, bouncing up and down in place in our skin-tight dresses, ready to let loose and go totally wild.

It hit. The drop of the bass sent a blast of energy through the club, the hundreds of other dancers going wild at the same second.

I loved it. I couldn’t get enough. Sure, there was college and my future, and I cared about both. But, busting my butt during the week meant I had to blow off steam like crazy on the weekend.

I liked to have my fun, whether dancing or partying or drinking or...whatever else.

The girls and I jumped in place, barely keeping our drinks from sloshing over the plastic rims of our cups. The music flowed through me, and all I could think about was the moment.

Hey! shouted Kate. You see anyone?

What do you mean, ‘anyone?’ I asked.

She grinned. You know exactly what I mean.

And, I did. But the answer was a major no. I shook my head.

Come on, said Shannon. We’re in the hottest club in LA, and you haven’t seen a single guy that’s worth your time?

Kate was petite and blonde and very pretty; Shannon was tall and slender and dark-haired. Kate looked like a California bikini model, while Shannon’s more exotic features gave her the impression of a European model. And, of course, none of us ever had any trouble getting men’s attention.

But, that didn’t mean it was all welcome. I glanced around out of the corners of my eyes, spotting more than a few club dudes eyeing us.

God, said Shannon, shaking her head as she tried to raise her voice over the music. Is it some kind of rule that club guys all have to be totally obvious?

Kate and I both laughed.

Seriously, she said. And, look at those dorks. She tilted her head to the side of the dance floor where more than a few guys were hanging out, drinks in hand as they scoped out the scene.

They all had the same sneering, leering faces, one of them even setting his drink down for long enough to rub his hands together, like he was staring down a buffet he was ready to dive into.

So lame, said Kate. Do they think that’s even a little attractive?

If so, I said, they’re out of their minds.

Kate’s blue eyes lit up, bright and clear even in the low light of the club. Oh, what about him, Tash?

I turned, seeing the guy she was referring to. He was tall, buff, and short-haired. Ugh, too clean cut. He looks like his mom dressed him for his fun night out.

Shannon laughed. Okay, how about that guy? She nodded toward another guy, eagerly smiling at me and giving a little wave as soon as he noticed I was paying attention.

Now, it was my turn to laugh. No way. No freaking way. He looks like he’d start crying in fear if I came over to say hi.

They both laughed. Kate gestured for us to leave the dance floor, to find somewhere quieter to talk.

I swear, said Shannon, "I thought I was picky, but you really take the cake."

What? I asked. I know the kinds of guys I like, and when you have a type, you stick to it.

Kate smiled. Oh, you mean DJs and guys in bands who sleep with you once and never call you back?

I shrugged. So what if they don’t? Not like I’m looking for anything serious.

You know, said Shannon. One of these days, you’re going to fall for one of those bad boys, and he’s going to break your heart.

This got a quick stab of a laugh out of me. Not a chance. I keep my love life simple and breezy and not serious in the slightest. Can’t get hurt if you don’t fall in love.

Shannon and Kate shared a look.

What? I asked.

Nothing, said Shannon. Famous last words, that’s all.

Before any of us could say another word, we felt the presence of someone coming over. We all turned, and were face-to-face with a strange man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with narrow green eyes and a dusting of stubble on his powerful jaw. His hair was slicked back, and everything about him radiated confidence, power, and money.

Kate’s mouth formed into a mischievous grin – the look she always had when she spotted a guy she was into. Her game was aggressive. She liked poke at the guys a little bit, see what they were made of before deciding whether to give them her time.

What’s up? he asked, standing in front of us like he didn’t have a care in the world. He had an accent, something like German or Dutch – definitely European.

What’s up? asked Kate. Well, I was having a conversation with my friends and some random dude decided to come over and interrupt us.

Shannon’s eyes went wide. Kate! She wasn’t as...prickly as Kate, tending to be the type more open to sweet-talk.

Fair enough, said the man, not appearing to be bothered in the slightest. But, what I’m here for is more than worth your time.

That right? asked Kate.

That’s right. My name’s Henri Meyer, of the German Meyers.

Should I know who that is? asked Kate, still busting his balls.

But he still wasn’t worried. If anything, the sly smile on his face suggested he liked the challenge.

Perhaps, perhaps not. But, I’d love for you to find out. He turned his body slightly, giving us a view of a table behind him where two more equally handsome men were seated. They gave us nods and sly smiles. The man to the left is Dieter Meyer, my cousin. His father, my uncle, just passed, with the titles of our family passing to him.

Wait, said Kate, blowing past the whole death in the family part. Titles?

Henri nodded. We’re something of royalty in Germany...dukes and all that. I know you Americans aren’t big on aristocracy, but I was hoping you three might want to join us for a little fun – the funeral is over, and we’re celebrating our cousin’s new position as Duke. Interested?

The three of us shared a quick look, not knowing what to do.

I promise, it’ll be fun. And, we’re due back in Bavaria tomorrow, so if you happen to enjoy our company, there might be a trip to Europe in it for you all. Assuming you’re not total bores.

Kate laughed. She loved when guys gave it as good as she did, and there was no doubt his comment scored some major points with her.

I’ll let you take some time to decide, he said. Offer’s on the table. With one more impossibly charming smile, he headed back to his table.

The three of us formed a fast circle.

Holy shit! said Shannon. German royalty? A trip to Europe?

I wasn’t sure at first, but fuck, he’s so hot. And, his cousins or brothers or whatever aren’t so bad, either.

I spoke up. Well, I don’t know about you guys, but my schedule’s not really open for an impromptu trip to Germany.

Oh, come on, said Shannon. I bet they’d have you back for classes on Monday, you little nerd. They both laughed.

It’ll be fun, said Kate. And, who knows? We play our cards right and we might all be princesses by this time next week.

I wasn’t sure if it was the booze or what – maybe just how hot the guys were – but I was on board.

Alright, fine, I said. Let’s do it.

Yes! said Shannon. I call dibs on the blond guy.

And, the Duke’s all mine, said Kate.

Let me just go to the bathroom to freshen up, I said. I’ll meet you guys over there.

Don’t take too long! said Kate.

With that, they hurried off to the table and I made my way to the bathroom.

A trip to Europe? There sure as hell were worse ways to spend a weekend, I thought. Sure, I might get a little behind in my college stuff, but that was a small price to pay. Besides, school had always come easy to me, and I didn’t have any doubts I’d be able to make up for whatever I’d miss.

I stepped into the long line of other girls waiting for the bathroom. They were talking and laughing and taking selfies – the usual club stuff.

But the moment I took my place, I caught sight of someone I couldn’t take my eyes off, my mouth nearly hitting the floor.

Holy shit.

Leaning against the wall, looking like he owned the place, was what had to be one of the best-looking men I’d ever seen. He wore a black T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose his huge biceps, his arms covered in tattoos. His jeans were black, his shoes were black, and his buzzed-hair was black.

Everything about him screamed total badass.

And, he stared at me, his dark eyes narrowed hungrily, like a wolf, as he saw I was staring.

He didn’t bother saying a word – it was as if he knew how much I wanted him the moment I saw him. Instead, he simply gave a quick jerk of his head before walking off, as if there was no doubt in his mind I’d follow.

I did. I couldn’t resist. He was a tattooed, rude-as-hell looking bad boy – the exact kind of man who’d always been my weakness. I hurried after him, worried I might lose sight among the crowd.

But, I didn’t. I spotted him waiting for me near a side door. He opened it and stepped inside. I hurried through before the door shut with a bang behind us.

We were in a small maintenance hall, a flight of stairs leading to the other floors of the club.

And, there was no one there but me and him.

He didn’t waste any time. He flashed me another wolf-smile before pouncing, putting his hands on my hips and squeezing them hard.

I was instantly turned-on, aroused out of my mind. He kissed my neck, running his hands all over my body and squeezing my breasts through my dress.

I was powerless – totally powerless.

He slid down the straps of my dress as he kissed me, reaching into my bra and taking out my breasts. He reached down between my legs, rubbing me through my panties and making me moan, pulses of pleasure shooting through my body.

I grabbed him through his jeans, feeling that he was hard – I had no doubt he was packing.

His lips still moving over my neck and lips, he pulled my panties down to my ankles before bending me over and hiking up my skirt. I grabbed onto the railing of the stairs, ready for him.

The sounds of him undoing his pants blended with the low thumping of the bass through the wall.

Wait! I said. My...my friends are expecting me.

He chuckled, grabbing hard onto my ass and putting me into position. Then they’re going to have to wait a little bit longer.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, snapping me back into the moment.

I wasn’t in the club any longer – I was in the middle of Prospect Park in Brooklyn, the summer day around me sunny and warm. The sharp bark of a nearby dog fully brought me into reality.

I’d been day-dreaming again.

Shep, the Golden Retriever I’d been tasked with walking, yanked hard on the leash, eager to keep moving,

Alright, buddy, I said, still disbelieving that I’d gotten so lost in years-old memories in the middle of my walk. We’re going, we’re going. Together we were off, Shep eager to get out and explore and make the most of our hour.

My phone buzzed again. Shit, I said, taking it out of the back pocket of my jean shorts and checking the screen.

It was a text from Sean, one of the assistant managers at Playful Paws, the dog-walking place I worked during the summer between school years.

There a reason you haven’t checked in yet?

Yeah, there was – I’d somehow gotten mentally zapped back to my college years, fantasizing about one of the many men I’d, ahem, known back then. I was happy my wild days were behind me, but every now and then, I found myself still thinking about them, reminiscing of the time when all that mattered was which club me and my friends were going to hit up that weekend and which guy I’d dance – and maybe do a little more – with.

Shep found a nearby tree to do his business on and, balancing the leash in hand with my phone, I sent back a text.

Sorry, just got lost in my head. We’re heading back in a few.

Good. Don’t forget to send a picture to Shep’s owners. And, hurry back when you’re done.

Will do!

I grumbled as I let the hand holding the phone drop to my side. Sean could be a real asshole, and not in the fun kind of way. Sometimes, I wondered if he had it out for me or if there was some other reason he always seemed to be busting my ass during my shift.

Hey, Shep! I said, getting the pup’s attention.

He turned away from the tree and hurried over. I dropped to my knees and scratched his head, Shep not wasting any time licking my face and making me laugh.

Alright, buddy, I said. I love you, too. Come over here – it’s picture time.

I positioned myself next to him, holding the phone out and taking a selfie of the two of us, a big smile on my face and Shep’s tongue hanging out in his usual way. I fired the picture off to his owners, who responded with some approving emojis.

Then, it was back to the office. Shep’s owner’s apartment was one of those fancy new condos right near the park, a place that I’d never be able to afford on my teacher’s salary, not if I saved half my yearly earnings for the next ten years.

But, that didn’t matter. I was doing what I loved, and dog walking was the perfect side gig during the summer breaks.

I dropped Shep off in his owner’s tenth-floor apartment, the view looking out over the park. Once he was back in his gated-off corner, I took one last glance out the window, savoring the view I knew would only be available to me when in other people’s homes. I gave Shep one more quick petting session before tossing him a treat and getting on my way.

Brooklyn was bustling as always as I made my way back to Carroll Gardens, the upscale neighborhood packed with classic Brooklyn brownstones where the office for Playful Paws was located.

Before too long, I was back at the shop, stepping inside and giving myself a second to enjoy the cool air. The place was small, the main room decorated with the logo over the desk, along with plenty of pictures of our canine clients.

Back for less than a minute and already standing around? asked Sean as he stepped out from the office.

Sean was tall and lanky, with a narrow, morose face that always wore the expression of annoyed and tired. He was around ten years older than my twenty-five, and I always wondered how a stick-up-his-ass guy like him had managed to find himself in the dog-walking business.

It’s hot out, I said. Just taking a second to cool off.

He shook his head, annoyed, before going to over to the schedule. Once he was there, he gave it a quick look before turning around, his eyes moving up and down my body.

That was another thing I hated about Sean – he was always leering at me, making me feel uncomfortable. And in the summer when I was wearing shorts and strappy tops to deal with the heat, the attention was worse.

I hated it. Just because I was dressed for comfort didn’t give him, or any other man, the right to look at me like that.

Whatever, I thought. I needed the extra money, so I had to put up with it.

Up here, Sean, I said, gesturing for him to put his gaze up on my face.

Alright, he said, finally bringing his eyes up, a little flustered. Kaley’s out sick, so you’re going to be doing a few extra walks this afternoon.

Really? I asked. I mean, I don’t mind, but I just don’t know if I’ll have the time.

Problem with picking up some slack? he asked.

Not that, I said. Just want to make sure all the pups get their full hour.

Well, if you have to cut a few minutes here and there, do it. I’m not about to make any cancelations.

It was how he liked to run things, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.

You’ve got Mickie a few blocks from here, then Meatball after that. When you’re done, come back for the rest of your assignments. And, don’t make me have to remind you to take pictures this time.

My legs were still aching from hurrying back, and I knew I wasn’t going to have much time to let my muscles rest.

Before I could say anything else, however, Sean gave me a strange look, like he was considering something. What’s going on tonight?

I wasn’t sure what to make of the question – it was strangely worded, and Sean spoke the words awkwardly.

What do you mean?

I mean, what are you doing tonight? You got any plans?

I was still taken aback, not sure what to say. Uh, no. I mean, probably just going home and relaxing.

As if finally getting his confidence back, he grinned. I’ve got a better idea. How about you come out with me for a drink?

Wait, what?

I mean what I said – come out and get a drink with me. I know the owner of this cool place in Williamsburg, so we can drink all night for free.

Holy shit. Was he asking me out on a date? It made me feel uncomfortable and cornered all at once.

Um, thanks, I said, tension taking hold of me. But, I think I’ll pass.

He appeared confused, as if he couldn’t imagine me saying no.

Are you serious? he stepped over, closing the distance between us. Come on, I know you’re into me. It’ll be fun.

He was close enough to make me want to smack him.

Sean, that’s nice of you to ask. But whatever you’re seeing between us, it’s not there. Anyway, I’ve got dogs to walk and time’s-a-wasting! So, if you don’t mind...

I turned to leave, and he snorted. This is bullshit. Come on, you’re strolling in here wearing shorts that barely cover your ass, and you’re telling me you’re not trying to get me to ask you out? What are you, some kind of tease?

I was tired and annoyed and this kind of nonsense was the last kind of bullshit I wanted to deal with. Tease? Sean, it’s almost ninety degrees out and, in case you haven’t noticed, this job entails being in the heat all day.

Total tease, he said, shaking his head. "Crazy... You work with kids and think that’s an appropriate way to dress.

Now, I was mad. Excuse you?

You heard me, he scoffed. And, we’ll just have to see what kind of hours you end up getting with this attitude.

Wait a minute – are you threatening to cut my hours for not going out with you?

He tilted his head. Nah, more that your performance hasn’t been what it could be, and I’m thinking we might need to make room for more...cooperative members of the staff.

That was the last straw. I’d put up with more than enough of his bullshit over the last month, and I was done.

You know what? I’d rather have no job than work for a sleazy prick like you. Screw off, Sean.

I gave him the finger before storming out. Sean called, Hey, wait! out behind me.

Ugh! I squeezed my fists together and let the noise explode from my lungs as I stomped away from the shop.

I felt bad right away. Amy, the owner, had been nothing but nice to me, and I was putting her in a lurch. But, I wasn’t about to be treated like that by a man like Sean. I made a mental note to send her an apology email as soon as I got back home.

I was in a daze. I’d just walked out on my job, my only source of income for the next couple of months. Sure, I had a little bit of money saved up, but it wasn’t going to be nearly enough to tide me over until school started back up again.

My phone rang, and I took it out, my stomach clenching as I imagined it to be Sean, calling up to chew me out some more for what I’d done.

But, it wasn’t Sean – it was my older sister, Cecily.

Cecily was a fellow New York transplant, having moved to the city a little before I had, when she’d graduated from college. She worked in publishing, already making a name for herself in the industry.

Hey! she said. What’s up?

Ugh, you don’t want to know.

Well, now I definitely do.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and then went into what had just gone down over the last twenty minutes.

Are you serious? He propositioned you right in the middle of a damn dog-walking shift?

Yep. Then I just turned my ass around and walked out of there.

Impulsive, as always, she said.

Don’t I know it. And now, I’m in the shitty position of having to figure out what to do for work for the rest of the summer.

Hmm, she said, thinking the matter over. You still want to do dog-walking?

For sure. Perfect hours, I get to hang out with puppies all day...what’s not to love?

Right there with you. Well, my friend Sadie opened a dog-walking place in Long Island City. I know it’s a little away from you, but I can send you the number.

Yes! I said, beyond excited. Please do it.

Alright. I’ll send it after we’re done. And, call me when you get home – I want all the details on this jackass.

I laughed, and we said our goodbyes. The text came moments later, and