Page 41 of Billionaire's Desire
I hurriedly get dressed and walk out of my cabin with hope blooming deep in my chest.
The club is located on the shore where the yacht is docked.
As I step outside, the salty sea air hits my face and I inhale deeply, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.
As I make my way down the steps, I can see the sea stretching out before me, the moon casting a silvery glow on the water.
Ebony is situated on a stretch of sandy beach, and I can hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance.
The front of the club faces the shore, and I can see the masts of the yachts in the nearby marina bobbing up and down in the water. The lights of the boats twinkle like stars in the darkness, adding to the ambiance of the scene before me.
Overall, the exterior of the club Ebony is a striking contrast to the tranquil surroundings, but it’s the perfect place for a wild night out in town. I see why Hilda and Maggie would pick this place.
I run my hand through my hair once, then push the door of the club open.
The thumping bass of the music hits me like a wave.
The dimly lit room is packed with people, bodies swaying and dancing to the beat. I scan the crowd, my eyes darting from face to face, searching for her. And then I see her.
There she is, dancing in her red dress, her body moving fluidly to the music. My heart races as I take in the sight of her, my gaze lingering on the curve of her hips and the way her hair swings with each movement.
The room fades away, and it feels like it’s just the two of us. The music is the backdrop to our own private dance, and I can feel the pull of the rhythm in my bones.
I make my way through the crowd towards her, dodging people left and right, desperate to get closer. As I approach, I can see the smile on her face, the joy in her movements, and I know that I have to be a part of this moment.
I am just about to make my presence known when I catch sight of the other man standing beside her.
A bitter taste roils in my stomach at the scene before me.
Who the fuck is this?
A closer look at her gestures shows that she is not entertaining whatever conversation the man seems to be trying to corner her into.
She looks uncomfortable and out of place, her eyes darting nervously around the room. I push my way through the throng of people, determined to reach her.
I can see the panic in her eyes, and I know I need to act fast.
“Hey babe, sorry I’m late,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her close. “Who’s this guy bothering you?”
It takes every ounce of my strength to keep calm and not drive my fist into his gut.
How dare he come that close to her?
Maggie was mine.
What the fuck am I even thinking? Of course Maggie is her own person, but seeing her eyes flutter in panic had anger seizing my chest. At that moment, all I wanted was to get her out of the situation.
She relaxes a little into my touch as she trails her eyes upwards until they are locked with mine.
Fuck! She is so fucking beautiful.
And her scent, now that she is standing so close to me, is intoxicating.
I have the urge to grab a handful of her hair, push it to the side to expose her neck, and then I could proceed to lean in and bury my face right there, between her fucking shoulder blades.
I want to know if she smells as good, up close.
Maybe I could even lick her neck, taste her…
