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  His Girl

  The Billionaire's BBW

  Book 2

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  Bella B. Wilde

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

  ©2019, BELLA B. WILDE. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without the prior written consent fron the author with the exception for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

  This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material some folks might find offensive.

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  Contents

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  1 | Eric

  2 | Jessa

  3 | Eric

  4 | Jessa

  5 | Eric

  6 | Jessa

  7 | Eric

  8 | Jessa

  9 | Eric

  10 | Jessa

  11 | Eric

  12 | Jessa

  13 | Eric

  One Month Later | Jessa

  One Year Later | Eric

  Before You Go...

  Also by Bella B. Wilde

  1

  Eric

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  There are certain perks to owning an international hotel chain.

  You get to travel, see the world, and make a shit tonne of money while you’re doing it.

  One of the downsides of traveling so much though, is that you rarely get to make any friends. There are business brunches, lunches, and dinners, but you never remember them once they’re over. Luckily I'm a private person anyway – I’ve never seen much need for a long list of friends. In fact, I’ve never seen much point in staying in one place long enough to make friends. There was always a new opportunity to be had elsewhere.

  Until I saw her. I had arrived back in New York about a month ago, for a rare break in–between business. She was working behind the bar of my flagship hotel, The Bluebelle, and I became enchanted. Long, dark hair, deep green eyes, and curves I absolutely couldn’t take my eyes off.

  The way she moved was intoxicating, and her confidence was unlike any I’d ever seen in a woman. She had a genuine air about her that seemed to flow from within, without seeming arrogant. I spent my evenings watching her from a quiet corner of the bar, coming to notice all the little things about her. She made time to talk to every customer who came her way, and they always left with a smile on their face.

  From a business perspective, she was the perfect bartender. But I didn’t care about any of that. All I saw when I looked at her was the perfect woman.

  Her name was Jessa, and I vowed that I wasn’t leaving New York until she was mine.

  2

  Jessa

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  I couldn’t believe my luck when I landed the job bar–tending at The Bluebelle. It was a beautiful, modern hotel in the middle of Manhattan, and for a girl like me, it was a dream come true.

  That was three months ago now. Though the job seemed perfect – nice place, nice pay, nice people – there was one downside. The more sleazy clientele. Married men in town on business, looking to find a cheap thrill with the waitress. Someone they can sweet talk into bed, and forget about the following morning. They likely expected a girl like me to be an easy target, but I was anything but.

  Becoming a bartender–slash–waitress was never my dream. In fact, I'd never known what I wanted to do with my life. I didn’t mind. My mother died when I was still very young, and growing up, I had to learn to take care of my father and three brothers. But I suppose, in turn, they taught me how to take care of myself. I became known as one of those ‘take no shit’ girls, so the men that would grace The Bluebelle’s bar didn’t faze me one bit.

  Besides, they weren't all bad. For the most part, people were just happy to find a friendly face waiting to serve them. I'd ask about their evening, make a joke, and they'd be on their way. And then there were the quiet ones. The mysterious strangers. During the slow periods, I couldn't help but find myself watching them, wondering about their lives.

  There was one in particular. He was tall, well over 6 feet, with broad shoulders and a beautifully muscled body; the kind you’d think came from the Greek gods themselves. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and he appeared in my thoughts both in and outside of work more often than I’d like to admit.

  But, unfortunately, I knew his type. I could tell from his suits that he likely earned more in a week than I did in a yea. I knew better than to let myself get caught up in a fantasy with a man who, for all intents and purposes, may as well have been from a different planet.

  3

  Eric

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  Another night of watching Jessa worked her magic over the bar’s patrons was rudely brought to a screeching halt. I was returning from a call, when I noticed there was a rather drunk looking man leaning over the bar towards her. He sported something of a beer gut, wore a cheap suit, and, worst of all, a wedding ring. I rolled my eyes in disgust, returning to my seat. His kind were dime a dozen. I'd seen Jessa put them in their place several times before.

  But it was as I was about to settle back down that I noticed the look on her face. She seemed annoyed, more so than usual, uncomfortable even. He lunged towards her when she tried to turn away, grabbing her arm by the wrist and forcing her to turn back to him. Her brows knotted, and while she was able to yank her hand away, he'd already gone too far.

  Hell no.

  I shot from my seat, crossing the room in a few strides, sliding my hand across the bar and slipping myself between Jessa and her admirer. “Woah, woah, what do you think you’re doing buddy?”

  My voice had a little more anger to it than intended. I looked him up and down, a pathetic excuse for a man, and an even worse husband. Fueled with liquid confidence, he scoffed and returned my gaze, somehow thinking he had the upper hand here. “I’m trying to have a conversation with my little friend here, so, if you don’t mind…” His attempt to shove me out of the way did nothing. I wasn’t going to budge. I could feel the anger rising inside of me, but I wasn’t about to lose my temper over someone as petty as him.

  “Actually, I do mind when asshole’s like you are hitting on my girlfriend…” The lie came so easily, and felt so natural. He backed up a step, glancing between the two of us. I couldn’t see Jessa’s face, but I could only assume her expression backed up my story.

  “She’s your girl?”

  “Yeah, she’s my girl. So unless you feel like getting security involved, I’d suggest you back off.” Begrudgingly, the man looked between myself, Jessa, and the security guard stood beside the door, before sulking off back towards his friends, grumbling something under his breath.

  “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” The voice from behind had me whipping around, expecting to be graced with that sweet smile up close. Instead, Jessa looked a little annoyed. “I could’ve handled that guy on my own.”

  “Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Despite her annoyance, I could feel myself becoming even more enamored with her tough girl attitude. “I just thought you could use a little help.”

  4

  Jessa

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  I rolled my eyes, turning my back on him so he didn’t see me blushing. The mystery man, the one who had featured in my fantasies for the past month, had saved me from some creep. So of course I had to pull the ‘independent woman' bit and almost bite his head off.

  I turned back towards him, and I had to remind myself of all the reasons I’d been compiling against him. He was even more handsome up close. His short cropped beard had a sprinkling of grey to it, and his face
showed the faint lines of age that I hadn’t noticed from afar.

  “Look, I appreciate it, I do…” I began, turning my attention towards organizing things on the bar between us. “But whatever you think might happen, it won’t. I don’t sleep with customers.” It was a line I had grown used to saying over the past few months, but saying it to him – yeah, that was a little difficult.

  “Don’t worry, pretty lady. I’m not trying to sleep with you…” He didn’t seem deterred though. He settled into a seat at the bar, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Not tonight, at least.”

  I laughed, rolling my eyes again as I shook my head. Admittedly, it was a pleasant surprise to find he was handsome and had a sense of humor. “Ah, I get it. You’re funny.” He shrugged, and I poured him a whiskey. Although he hadn’t ordered one, I already knew his nightly beverage.

  Sliding the glass towards him, I could see he didn’t plan on leaving. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least talk to the guy who had been kind enough to play the hero. “So what do you do then, funny guy? I mean, when you’re not rescuing barmaids–in–distress.”

  “I’m uh... “ There was a slight pause, and I was about to interject with my own witty suggestion. “Property development.” He continued with a nod, bringing the glass to his lips. “I’m in town for a little while longer. On business.”

  I smiled, quietly disappointed. Of course. It now made sense why I’d gone from never seeing him before, to seeing him every night without fail.

  My prince charming, the Nordic god, in town for business.

  Way to develop a crush on the wrong guy, Jessa. Smart.

  5

  Eric

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  I shouldn’t have lied to her, but I was enjoying her company so much already that I didn’t want to put her off. Revealing that, ‘yeah, I’m actually the guy who pays your wages’, isn’t exactly the best way to get a girl into bed.

  Not that I was trying to get her into bed – although the thought of undressing those curves did make my cock press against my zipper. I knew one night with Jessa would never be enough, so for now, I was more than happy to just sit with her and finally have a reason to speak to her.

  She was even more beautiful than I had realized. I struggled to think of anything else when she was stood in front of me. My eyes followed her everywhere she went, and my ears hung onto every word.

  In–between serving customers, she told me about how she’d started working here – which I secretly knew – and that she had moved into the city to live with a friend – which I secretly hoped. Our conversation had dragged on into the night without either of us realizing, becoming more personal as people began to clear out, until there were only a handful spread across the bar.

  “No boyfriend to go home to, then?” I asked with a smirk, knowing she would see my question as another attempt at flirtation. Which it was, but I was enjoying the little back–and–forth game we were playing.

  “Well…” She rolled her head towards me from where she was wiping glasses. She moved back down the bar and settled on her elbows in front of me. “Growing up around three older brothers, you kind of learn that all guys are… Well, pigs.” I laughed out loud, realizing that was likely the first time I’d genuinely done so in months. “No, I mean it! All I heard about while growing up was the trouble my brothers and their friends got into. And now all I seem to hear from my room–mate are her dating horror stories. It doesn’t seem worth it, if you ask me.”

  “Dating, or relationships in general?”

  She chewed on her lip for a moment, thinking her answer over. I finished the last of, and found myself leaning in closer to her without thinking, eager to hear her response.

  “The whole dating routine, I suppose. The trying and failing to find someone you connect with. I know it’s totally stupid, but I’ve always kind of believed in love at first sight, I guess. That one day you meet someone, and you just know, you know?”

  God damn. She could read my mind. I locked eyes with her in silence, but I didn't quite have the guts to say it out loud. That yes, I know, because I think that might be what I’m feeling right now.

  Except, unlike Jessa, I hadn’t always believed in love at first sight – until tonight.

  6

  Jessa

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  I swear, I almost leaned in to kiss him.

  After giving him shtick about how I don’t sleep with customers, I had to actually pull myself back from him. I was close enough to hear his breathing, and his eyes had me trapped.

  “See, told you it was stupid,” I joked, standing back and taking a much need breath. “Besides, I thought it was the customers who pour their hearts out to the bartenders, not the other way around.”

  He laughed, nodding, scratching his stubble. “Well, I guess I don’t have much to tell either. Never stayed in one place long enough to make friends or even hope to find relationships.” He looked deep in thought, with his face turned down towards the bar. I had to wonder how a guy like him could have trouble finding friends or girlfriends. He was everything most girls could ever want, but here he was, somehow, spending his evening talking to me.

  I poured him another drink, placing it down in front of him. “Here. Looks like you could do with that. From a friend.” He smiled for a moment, before looking past me, towards the minimalist clock hanging behind us. “Eh, I probably shouldn't. It’s no fun drinking alone. And I’m pretty sure your shift is over.”

  I followed his eyes and felt shocked to find he was right. “Oh, god, is it that time already?” I pulled my phone from my pocket to double check, and sure enough, it was almost 3am. The night had flown by in what seemed like a few minutes. I gave a forlorn look to Eric, and his face said the same. Neither of us wanted to leave, but neither was ready to admit it.

  “I guess…” I began, untying my apron from around my waist, “It’s time for me to head off then.” I gave a wave towards Anton at the other end of the bar, my saving grace in this job, and fellow bartender–in–crime. When I came around the bar, I found myself stood before Eric, as he graciously helped me to slip on my jacket.

  I had that same urge to kiss him again, drawn to his lips, aching to feel his hands on me. But I settled for giving him a quick kiss on the cheek – it was the least I could do, after what he’d done for me. “Thank you for tonight.”

  He placed a hand on my arm, pushing my hair over my shoulder. When his fingers grazed my neck, just for a split second, I felt every nerve in my body jolt with excitement. “My pleasure.”

  You have no idea how wrong you are, I think to myself, shaking off the goosebumps as I pushed myself to turn and walk away.

  7

  Eric

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  Letting Jessa walk away from me after our first meeting was damn near the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

  I wanted to reach out, grab her, pull her close and let her feel how much somebody wants to have her, hold her, protect her. Instead, I settled for walking to her car, if only so that I could spend a few more minutes by her side. As I was waving her off, I was already looking forward to the next night we could spend together.

  God, I felt kind of pathetic. Looking forward to getting to spend an evening with a bartender, one of my own damn employees, no less. I would have happily paid her ten times what she makes in a month, just to spend an evening with her. But I couldn’t admit that to her. No, to Jessa, I was Eric King, property development guy; not Eric King, billionaire hotelier, and her boss.

  I still had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about it. I could already tell Jessa isn’t the kind of girl to be won over by money. She was proud of everything she worked for, and throwing cash around definitely wouldn’t be the way to her heart – which only made it even more difficult to lie to her.

  There wasn’t a single thing I’d learned about this woman yet that didn’t have me growing more and more obsessed with her.

  Alas, I had to tread ca
refully and take things slowly. Every night she was at work, we talked and laughed together late into the night. We shared secrets and confessions, and she soon became the only person in the city that I thought of as a true friend. As soon as people find out you have money, you begin to doubt their motives, so I knew Jessa was entirely genuine.

  When she questioned my fake job, I further my lie by telling her that I was staying in the hotel while I was here ‘on business’, with my employers putting me up in the penthouse suite while I worked on some ‘big development’. It was half true, at least – the penthouse was mine, and the ‘big development' was my mission to win her over.

  But either way, it gave me an excuse to walk her to her car every night, as difficult as it was to let her out of my sight. Getting to hug her as we said goodbye became the thing I looked forward to the most.

  With her breasts pressed against me, and her arms wrapped around my waist, combined with the sweet scent of her floral shampoo… I could only bring myself to pull away when I began to worry she’d feel my cock pressing against her. I felt a little creepy, getting turned on from giving her a hug – but man, if Jessa could do this to me while she was fully clothed, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around her if I got her naked.

  When I got her naked. There was no way in hell I was letting go of her now, not after getting to know her. I would rather spend another year like this, as her friend and confidant, than give up on the idea of being with her. I’d never wanted a woman the way I wanted Jessa, so I could never picture myself being with anyone else.

  8

  Jessa

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