Stripped Bare (Vegas Billionaire #1) Read Online Heidi McLaughlin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Billionaire Series by Heidi McLaughlin
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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“Was she a virgin?”

Leaning on the railing to look out, I wonder what she’s doing today. If it were me I’d be by the pool or getting a massage. I’d try to enjoy the freedom of being away from me because I’m sure my high-strung, sex-crazed and moody personality is driving her nuts.

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask and there wasn’t any foreplay, ya know. Straight up high school party hookup.”

“And she hasn’t brought it up?”

“No,” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “That’s weird, right? Don’t chicks want to talk about the past and the shit you did to them? Fuck, I don’t even think I took her clothes all the way off. I know my pants never left my hips.”

“Classy.”

“Whatever. Do you know where she’s at?” I ask, knowing full well he’s keeping tabs on her. It’s a shitty thing to do, but I have to protect my investment. I need to know if she’s planning on bailing on me before the week is up. That’s another reason why I haven’t given her the money yet. I don’t want her to leave in the middle of the night.

“By the pool. I was actually heading your way when you called. I thought you’d want to surprise her and the men that keep sitting next to her.” He shows me the camera on his phone, zooming in on where she’s sitting. There’s a guy on each side of her, but she seems to be ignoring them. “Do you trust her?”

“Not to fuck another guy this week? Yeah, I do. She needs the money and genuinely seems into me.”

Lamar pockets his phone and matches my previous stance of looking out the window at the action on the floor.

“Do I seem like a stalker?”

“Nah, you’re protecting your investment. There’s a difference.”

That’s good to know because right now I feel like a fucking creep having him keep an eye on her.

“I think I’m going to head down there and take her to lunch.”

Lamar chuckles and follows me out of my office. I tell Hannah to hold all my calls and don’t miss the disapproving look she gives me. Once I’m out of the elevator, I pull my aviators out of my breast pocket and head out toward the pool. The employees who I encounter all say hi as I pass by.

Macey is easy to spot once the walkway opens up to the pool. Loud music, waitstaff and drunken partygoers all filter around, enjoying themselves. The pool is half beach with sand, while the other half is deeper and set up like a normal pool. I’m the only one out here in a three-piece suit. To say I stand out would be an understatement.

The two guys surrounding Macey are on their sides, bantering back and forth while she lies on her back. I approach them, but she doesn’t move so I reach down and wiggle her toe.

“Can we help you?” the one on the left says.

“Not really.”

By now Macey is sitting up. Her sunglasses are on, making it impossible for me to see her eyes and her expression.

“Right, so move along,” the one on the right says, using his hand to brush me out of the way. I chuckle and shake my head.

“Wanna get lunch or go upstairs and fuck? Maybe I’ll let you suck my dick.” I say this to get a rise out of the two guys. I have no doubt they’ve been trying to hook up with her. Even with the wardrobe and designer clothes, she’s still rocking a fucking bikini that barely covers her assets. I don’t blame the guys for trying. Fuck, I’d be doing the same thing if I weren’t already paying her to fuck me whenever I want. It doesn’t even cross my mind that this may be embarrassing to her, and if it is she’s not saying anything.

“Lunch sounds better,” she says, her tone snarky, and she finishes with a yawn. The morons laugh until they realize she’s packing up her things. Their mouths drop open as they look at me.

“Dude, what the fuck? We were hitting on her,” the one on the right says while his buddy nods in agreement.

“And yet she’s leaving with me.”

“Must be his fucking wife.”

I hold up Macey’s left hand so they can see. “Nope, no ring, not that a ring blocks the hole.”

“You’re so crude,” she says, but can’t truly mean it because instead of taking her hand from mine she threads our fingers together and starts walking back toward the hotel. “You didn’t have to be like that.”

“They were pawing at you.”

“Maybe I liked it.”

“You can like it next week.” I hold the elevator door open for her and she steps in. Unfortunately, there are guests in there as well, cutting our conversation off. The older man, who is about a foot taller than his wife, is checking Macey out in her red string bikini. I don’t blame him. Macey has curves that go on for miles and her tits are natural. I found myself motor boating them last night because I could.


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