Free The Billionaire's High-rise: A BBW Erotica by Jessica Appleby Page B

Is there anything I can do to repay you?” She
looked down at her feet. If only she would have paid attention to what was
going on around her. If only she would have had the can of mace ready, she
wouldn’t have had to bother this man that clearly lived in another world. She
felt ashamed of herself. She was a strong, independent woman. She should be
able to take care of herself!
    Jack turned his head, and gave a contemplative
look. “How can you repay me? Well, I certainly don’t need any monetary
compensation. Why don’t you simply give me some company tonight?” Lucy winced.
So that was this was all about. He wanted to get laid. Jack waved his hands
emphatically at her once he noticed her expression. “No, no, no, not like that.
Listen, I’ve had a very long day. It’s been a long year frankly. I’m surrounded
by people that act like they have my best interest at heart. Today, it occurred
to me that most of them only hang around me because of my money. I would
appreciate some earnest company tonight. No funny business, of course.” He put
his hand down and smiled apprehensively. Lucy looked up at him – maybe he
wasn’t a bad guy after all. “It would be my pleasure Jack. After what you did
for me back there, I definitely own you.”
    The car wheeled into an underground garage, and
the driver escorted them both to an elevator. “This seems like a pretty nice
place, Jack. What exactly do you do for a living?” Jack looked at her. “I
don’t  do anything for a living, really. I’m from old money. My family was
invested in industry around the area for many generations. So now I show my
face at galas, I buy expensive paintings, I date beautiful blonde women that
only care for my money. I live the good life.” His tone had clearly turned
dark, almost sarcastic as he spoke. He pulled a key from his pocket and turned
it into a small lock near the controls of the elevator, and pressed the button
at the very top of the panel. They began their long ascent.
    He asked her a few questions about her life –
where she was from, where she worked, things like that. He pulled a
handkerchief out of a pocket in his tuxedo and handed it to her. She wiped the
now-dried blood from her cheek and dried the lines of tears that had made her
makeup run. As they reached the top floor of building, Lucy expected to walk
out into a hallway and make her way to his apartment. That was not the case.
The door opened into the most grand room she had ever seen. Windows ran from
end to end of the far wall, and she could see the city lights twinkle in the
background. The ground was made of a pitch-black marble, and the lights were
slightly dimmed. As they walked into the room, the lights became brighter, and
Lucy stepped upon an oriental rug that beckoned entrance into the apartment.
There were paintings all over the walls. A water feature stood on a pedestal in
the corner – it was a naked women holding a vase that poured out into the pool
beneath her.
    Jack waved his hand, ushering her into the
apartment. It was the most amazing place she had ever seen. Priceless artifacts
lined glass cases along the walls. As she slowly walked by one, she saw a Roman
Centurion helmet, some arrowheads, and what looked like a Native American
headdress. It was like being in a museum. She caught herself staring at one of
the displays, and she lost track of Jack. He stepped to her side and offered
her a glass of – well, she wasn’t sure what it was. “What is this, Jack?” Jack
smiled. “It’s just bourbon. Quite good bourbon, at that.” She took the glass in
both of her hands, and he signaled her to follow him. They stepped through some
automatic-sliding glass doors to the balcony, and a slight breeze touched her
face. It was a breath-taking view. Her friends were never going to believe her.
Not in a million years.
    It was like he was reading her mind. “Nice view,
huh?” He looked at her and smiled. He had such a handsome smile, she thought