Billionaire’s Curvy Fate (A Steamy Alpha BBW Bad Boy BDSM Romance)

By Amber Branley

I never thought he'd give me the time of day. But I guess this gorgeous billionaire likes girls like me - poor and curvy. He's a famous socialite and total heart-throb, but when I get involved with Bradley Cross, I'm getting in way over my head.

He knows what he likes, and he wants me to play his dirty sex games. He's got a crazy high sex drive, and I can't believe his stamina. He's a total jerk and yet an absolute sweetheart. I know he's hard to handle, but he's going to be worth it in the end... And he's turned my life upside down.

I used to be a poor girl. Now I've got a billionaire boyfriend, and everyday I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Branley
• Release date: Sep 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223800835

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Billionaire’s Curvy Fate

A Steamy Alpha BBW Bad Boy BDSM Romance

Copyright, 2023, All Rights Reserved

Amber Branley

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

I’d heard his name on the news; his wild actions frequently causing a media frenzy as he was hounded by paparazzi more than the movie stars and rock gods that made up this tinsel town. His name was Bradley Cross, and when I saw him in the trendy West Hollywood nightclub, I thought I was freakin’ hallucinating. Why is he here? Bradley Cross of all people in a dump like this – I couldn’t make sense of it.

"Jessie. Am I seeing things?" I nudged my best friend on the shoulder as we both stared to the side at the handsome and physically impeccable specimen ordering a scotch. He was wearing what looked to be a ten thousand dollar suit, with a watch that probably cost a fortune which he checked worriedly as if he had somewhere he needed to be. He probably did; considering he was often called the busiest man in America.

On top of his business reputation, he was a war hero, having served five years overseas in heavy battle. Why he had signed up to begin with was a bit of a mystery. He’d already been a billionaire by the time he enlisted. He didn’t need to go to war.

"I just want to serve my country," he had said in a television interview. When probed about his accomplishments and heroic gestures in battle, he refused to boast about his military accomplishments, and merely downplayed them humbly when he’d been given numerous medals and honors.

And now here he was, and I was staring at the rich army stud in the flesh. His long, tan fingers and masculine hands stuck out of expensive cuff links as he brushed his hair back with his palm slowly and casually as the bartender laid down the drink before him. Mr. Cross laid a crisp one hundred dollar bill on the counter and snatched the drink suavely as he made his way hurriedly towards the back of the club to the neon lit VIP room.

What the hell is Bradley Cross doing in a place like this? I mean, isn’t he exclusive to virtually every member’s only club in town? Jessie muttered.

Yeah, I’d think so. God, did you see the way he moved in that suit? He’s almost too good looking.

Meh, everyone knows he’s just a playboy. And anyway, we’re ants to him. She laughed.

Oh come on, we’re good looking enough to catch his eye.

For real? He only dates rich women. He’s not going to be slumming it, sweetheart.

Maybe he will... I said dreamily.

I gazed in a trance like state as Mr. Cross entered the revolving doors of the VIP club and felt butterflies floating rapidly in my stomach as I smirked curiously. Jesus, what a dream it would be to have him as a man. Of course, that would be impossible considering I’m a lowly secretary who brings in a modest forty thousand a year, which is undoubtedly what Bradley Cross makes in a split second.

Jesus, Lily. I’d like to get a taste of him... Jessie continued as she lustfully bit her lower lip.

I wonder how big he is. I giggled.

"Who cares; with his face I wouldn’t care if it was four inches. But seriously, I bet it’s freakin’ big."

The next two hours were spent getting more and more drunk while we fought of numerous low lives and ugly men who were desperate to get a piece of us. I’d bat my eyelids at them seductively; because I was a tease like that, and then proceed to turn them down as nicely as possible.

No... You’re so gorgeous, I’d lie, "But I’ve got a boyfriend I love."

They’d walk off with their tails between their legs biting the rejection with clenched teeth; moving on soon enough to another woman they could approach after mustering up some more courage. Jessie ended up feeling infatuated with one of the men who claimed to be an engineer for a major corporation in town. He made sure to mention how much he made which was upwards of four hundred thousand a year, and when I rolled my eyes he seemed taken aback.

That not good enough for you? He said with a thick Southern accent.

No, I prefer men who bring in at least seven figures. I joked.

Well, can’t freakin’ please everyone. He muttered.

As the night neared to a close and we said our good byes to our favorite bartender Jessie and I, along with her partner for the night, departed the bar from the back entrance and walked towards the parking lot. As I fumbled for my car keys I paused when I heard a smooth, deep voice behind me.

"Ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice you’re a bit... Intoxicated, He chuckled, If you don’t mind, I’d love to give you a ride home." I turned around.

I dropped my purse to the ground as I saw that the voice was coming from Bradley Cross himself. He was alone, standing beside some kind of exotic red car as he leaned against it and puffed on a cigar. He smirked casually and confidently as he awaited my reply, which came out like a mumbled stutter due to my sudden shock.

"I, uh, yeah that’d be um, great. Really? You’ll give me a ride?" God, I felt like an idiot.

He laughed slightly then motioned for me to come closer. As I walked stupidly I gazed back and saw that Jessie and her man were oblivious to what was happening as they drunkenly made out against the side of my car. I turned my head to face Mr. Cross again as I inched closer towards him. He leaned forward and stuck out a strong, masculine hand which looked smooth and untouched. I shook it and felt his firm grip