Boxed Set: Dominated by a Billionaire - Part 10-12: Irresistible Billionaire Read Online Free Page B
Author: Emma M. Green
not endow all women with the same limberness. And I end up with my dress up around my thighs. Vadim’s hungry look and Adrian’s panicked one, make me quickly pull on the fabric. The interview is about to start.
"Mr. King, why have you waited until now to react to all Mr. Johnson’s sordid statements?" Margot questions, to get things started.
"Because I have other priorities," Vadim replies, harboring his nonchalant smile. "I’m lucky enough to have a thrilling job, a very full life and above all a marvelous woman with whom to share it. I don’t have time to waste with the allegations of a criminal offender who has lost everything and is most likely just trying to attract attention."
"So you deny everything he has said about your past?" Martha continues, squinting her eyes as if they were equipped with a lie detector.
I stretch slightly, fold my arms across my chest and look away, before making eye contact with Adrian, standing up behind the cameras, who is motioning to me to change positions and get my forced smile back on.
"I’m here to tell the truth," my lover announces in his deep voice. "I have absolutely nothing to hide: everyone knows that I came from nothing, that I didn’t exactly have a dream childhood. But I didn’t sit around feeling sorry for myself, I decided to move on and change my life to build the one that I have today. That’s the best decision I have ever made."
"You haven’t answered the question about your past," Martha interrupts, without softening up.
"I’m going to if you don’t interrupt me, Ms. Boyle," he replies gently, with his killer smile.
"Please, go ahead," the interviewer says with a forced laugh, not entirely able to hide her slight irritation.
"This Mr. Johnson and I crossed paths when I was a teenager; he tried to take the place of my father, who I lost when I was very young, as you know. And this man, if we can call him a man, took advantage of his power to manipulate me, getting me mixed up in some messy business. I resisted, thanks to help from certain people that I will never be able to thank enough," Vadim says, lowering his voice and looking at me knowingly. "And Johnson was sentenced," he resumes more adamantly. "I still think that his place is in prison and nowhere else. And believe me, I will do everything I can to get him back there, so that no other troubled youths will ever cross his path."
"Are you still mad at him?" Margot insists, trying to get her little tearful moment.
"He inspires pity more than anything else," my lover says, softening up. "He tried to ruin my dreams…The poor guy, he had no way of knowing they were indestructible! When you have the passion of youth, when you're choked up with rage, when you have the willpower to succeed… And when you have love: what can stop you?"
As he says those words, Vadim slips his hand in mine, our fingers intertwine, and he stares at me with his beautiful, loving eyes. I look back at him and my smile widens spontaneously. Everyone on the set is aware that this declaration has been carefully planned. But only the two of us know to what extent it is true, sincere and profound.
The interview goes on for several more minutes. My King’s eloquence, humor and values make him glow, alternating between hard-hitting words, wit and fun. His sex appeal is at his height and I can’t keep from lapping up each and every one of his words and devouring him with my eyes. When I realize that I may be coming across as an airhead, I say one or two things – striving to be cheerful, nice and sweet, as requested. I think I’m doing pretty well, but I’m sure I’ll be edited out anyway.
Oh, the hardships of a star’s wife…
"Keep the dress on, we’ll send it back later!" my lover exclaims, the interview hardly over, dragging me by the hand towards the recording studio exit.
"What about my stuff? Where are we going?" I protest, looking back behind me.
"Faraway!"
Vadim practically throws me into the car waiting
"Mr. King, why have you waited until now to react to all Mr. Johnson’s sordid statements?" Margot questions, to get things started.
"Because I have other priorities," Vadim replies, harboring his nonchalant smile. "I’m lucky enough to have a thrilling job, a very full life and above all a marvelous woman with whom to share it. I don’t have time to waste with the allegations of a criminal offender who has lost everything and is most likely just trying to attract attention."
"So you deny everything he has said about your past?" Martha continues, squinting her eyes as if they were equipped with a lie detector.
I stretch slightly, fold my arms across my chest and look away, before making eye contact with Adrian, standing up behind the cameras, who is motioning to me to change positions and get my forced smile back on.
"I’m here to tell the truth," my lover announces in his deep voice. "I have absolutely nothing to hide: everyone knows that I came from nothing, that I didn’t exactly have a dream childhood. But I didn’t sit around feeling sorry for myself, I decided to move on and change my life to build the one that I have today. That’s the best decision I have ever made."
"You haven’t answered the question about your past," Martha interrupts, without softening up.
"I’m going to if you don’t interrupt me, Ms. Boyle," he replies gently, with his killer smile.
"Please, go ahead," the interviewer says with a forced laugh, not entirely able to hide her slight irritation.
"This Mr. Johnson and I crossed paths when I was a teenager; he tried to take the place of my father, who I lost when I was very young, as you know. And this man, if we can call him a man, took advantage of his power to manipulate me, getting me mixed up in some messy business. I resisted, thanks to help from certain people that I will never be able to thank enough," Vadim says, lowering his voice and looking at me knowingly. "And Johnson was sentenced," he resumes more adamantly. "I still think that his place is in prison and nowhere else. And believe me, I will do everything I can to get him back there, so that no other troubled youths will ever cross his path."
"Are you still mad at him?" Margot insists, trying to get her little tearful moment.
"He inspires pity more than anything else," my lover says, softening up. "He tried to ruin my dreams…The poor guy, he had no way of knowing they were indestructible! When you have the passion of youth, when you're choked up with rage, when you have the willpower to succeed… And when you have love: what can stop you?"
As he says those words, Vadim slips his hand in mine, our fingers intertwine, and he stares at me with his beautiful, loving eyes. I look back at him and my smile widens spontaneously. Everyone on the set is aware that this declaration has been carefully planned. But only the two of us know to what extent it is true, sincere and profound.
The interview goes on for several more minutes. My King’s eloquence, humor and values make him glow, alternating between hard-hitting words, wit and fun. His sex appeal is at his height and I can’t keep from lapping up each and every one of his words and devouring him with my eyes. When I realize that I may be coming across as an airhead, I say one or two things – striving to be cheerful, nice and sweet, as requested. I think I’m doing pretty well, but I’m sure I’ll be edited out anyway.
Oh, the hardships of a star’s wife…
"Keep the dress on, we’ll send it back later!" my lover exclaims, the interview hardly over, dragging me by the hand towards the recording studio exit.
"What about my stuff? Where are we going?" I protest, looking back behind me.
"Faraway!"
Vadim practically throws me into the car waiting
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