Dangerous Bet: Troy's Revenge: Tycoon Club Series

by Red Rose Publishing

  It still stung that Headley thought she was too good to accept his marriage proposal, but in the end, she would agree.

  His memories of her from the past were so pure and clear. Headley had a way of carrying herself that drew his attention no matter what the time of day. At night, his cock would get so hard just thinking about having her in his bed, but he never acted on his feelings.

  At that time, Headley had still been in high school and it wouldn’t have been proper, so he vowed to wait until she graduated and then approach her about a relationship. However, all of his plans blew up in his face when she moved away.

  The thought of visiting Headley in New York crossed his mind several times, but he never acted on it. He wasn’t sure of how she would react to finding him standing outside of her dorm room, and honestly, a part of him didn’t want to find her with another guy.

  Troy had secretly wondered if Headley had known how he felt about her and purposely moved away from him. She always got so jumpy when he came within twenty feet of her.

  Furthermore, she used her friends like a protective barrier between them.

  He could count on one hand all the times he was able to get her alone, and then it was only for a few minutes.

  His need to make love to Headley had built up so much over the years that he dreamt about making love to her night after night. Sometimes his desires came to him at work.

  After sleeping with endless women, he thought he had the desire under control until he finally realized none of those women were giving him what he truly wanted. That was when he stopped playing games with them.

  He had only wanted one woman for the past ten years of his life. He never thought he would get her. But luck was on his side and Headley was home. Come hell or high water, she was going to be his.

  When Troy thought he smelled the light scent of her perfume, he knew that he was slowly losing his mind over Headley. Of course, that was impossible since she was nowhere near him.

  “Excuse me, we’re here to take your order,” a soft, raspy voice whispered next to him.

  Looking to the side, he only took a quick glance at the pretty waitress because the other waitress was who drew his instant attention. “What are you doing here?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing, Mr. Christian? I’m working.” Headley snapped, glaring at him. “I need to get a job so I can pay you back.”

  “I demand that you quit!” He growled, jumping up from his seat and moving around the other waitress.

  Troy couldn’t take his eyes off of the t-shirt, which hugged Headley’s perfect breasts or the jeans which showed off her flawless body. She would have the money she owed him working here in no time. No…this wasn’t happening to him.

  “You can’t tell me what to do, Troy.”

  “Headley, don’t test me.” He threatened as he stalked closer to her. He didn’t give a damn that there were other people in the room. He would carry her out of here.

  Other men wouldn’t be looking at his woman in that outfit. It showed way too much and making his cock harder and harder by the minute. Without a doubt, Maxwell was getting off looking at all of Headley’s exposed skin.

  “I’m not trying to test you, but you have no right to tell me what to do,” Headley tossed back.

  “I’ve every right.”

  A wrinkle formed in the middle of her forehead as Headley frowned at him. “Are you drunk or something? You don’t have any rights over me.”

  “You’re mine and I won’t have other men lusting after you in that barely there outfit.”

  Shaking her head, Headley stepped around him and laughed. “You’ve definitely had too much to drink because I’ve never been yours and I never will be.”

  Troy’s hand shot out and wrapped around Headley’s arm before she took ten steps away from him. “Go and tell Tommy you’re quitting. I’m not going to ask you again.”

  Headley jerked her arm away from him as her dark eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t control me. I’m not one of these girls here trying to get your attention.”

  “Headley…maybe you should just let it go,” Fancy chimed in next to her. “You don’t want to lose this job.”

  “Why don’t you listen to your friend?” Troy couldn’t let Headley work here, because if she did, he would be here every night standing guard over her. He wouldn’t let another man’s hands anywhere near her body.

  “Fancy….needs to stay out of our conversation. This is between you and me. I’ve told you NO and that is the end of it. Now go away.”

  Something intense flared through Troy at the way Headley was standing up to him. He tried to fight the overwhelming need to jerk her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but he failed. He had to have a taste of her or he was going to lose his mind.

  Without giving her any warning, he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder, storming out of the VIP room. “I told you not to challenge me and you just don’t listen.”

  “Put me down!” Headley screamed as her small fists pounded him in the middle of his back. “You’re embarrassing me.”

  “Stop that,” Troy uttered smacking Headley on her denim-clad bottom. He tried not to be carried away by how good her tight ass felt underneath his hand. He’d make sure that he’d explore that later.

  He kept walking until he reached Tommy’s office where he didn’t bother to knock, but walked right on in. A stunned Tommy stared at them from his position behind his desk. “Leave now. I need to speak to Headley alone.”

  “Is everything okay?” Tommy inquired standing up.

  “No…everything isn’t okay,” Headley yelled, squirming around on his shoulder. “I’m being manhandled by Troy and I want him to put me down.”

  Troy didn’t hesitate at all before giving Headley’s tight ass another loud smack. “We’re having a lover’s spat. I brought her in here so we can talk. She’s so fiery that I didn’t want the entire club listening to us.”

  “Hmmm…okay. I’ll go down to the basement and check the liquor. I was going to do it later, but now is as good a time as any.” Tommy came around the desk, quickly dashing past Troy and a thrashing Headley.

  A few seconds later, the door closed softly behind him.

  He didn’t get a chance to put Headley down before she was beating him on the back again.

  “Haven’t I told you to stop doing that?” he chuckled as he slipped her down the front of his body.

  A shiver ran through him as her soft breasts brushed over his chest. It had been such a long time since he’d wanted to lose himself in a woman’s body.

  Holding Headley close to him, he backed them up until her back touched the desk behind them.

  “You smell so good,” he whispered burying his nose below her ear. “I could just eat you up.” Nipping at her neck, Troy cupped Headley’s ass in his hands and held her against him. “Why don’t we just stop all of this fighting and get down to the good stuff?”

  “Troy, you aren’t going to seduce me into giving in to you,” Headley moaned near his ear. “I’ll fight you every step of the way.”

  “That’s such a waste of energy. I know we can find a better way for you to get rid of it. With the built up sexual tension we have, we’ll be explosive together. Hell…the fire alarm will go off when we finally give in.”

  “You’re wrong,” she denied with a shake of her head. “I don’t want you.”

  Inching back, Troy stared at Headley while she fought to keep her body under control. Yet he could see how hard her nipples were through the thin t-shirt.

  Reaching out, he ran his hand slowly down the front of her shirt pausing long enough to give each nipple a firm pinch.

  Headley gasped but didn’t tell him to stop. Instead she drew her full bottom lip between her teeth and waited.

  He slowly ran his fingers over her bare stomach almost getting lost in the silkiness of it.

  “Are you sure that you want to get into another bet with me? I’m already going to win this
bet. Do you really want to get into another with me?”

  He was ready to prove that there was more than a strong sexual pull between them. His whole being seemed to be waiting for her response. All he needed was the word, and Headley would be screaming his name.

  “You’re a smug something, aren’t you?” Headley asked running her hand down the middle of his chest. “How do you know I’m not faking my need for you?”

  His lips recaptured her, more demanding this time. Parting her lips, he thrust his tongue inside and devoured its softness. He had to prove he was the only man for her. A low growl erupted from his throat when Headley’s arms wrapped around his neck and her hips grounded against his.

  Tearing his mouth away, he nibbled a path down her neck while his hands eased between them and he unbuttoned her pants. Slipping a hand inside, he worked two fingers into her wetness.

  “Fuck…you’re so damn tight! Will your hold my cock this snug when I finally get inside of you?”

  “Oh, I really do hate you,” she panted dropping her head to his shoulder.

  “Oh really,” Troy taunted as he wiggling a third finger inside Headley’s warm dampness. Her body sucked him in without a problem. “Double fuck…I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get to make love to you and soon.”

  Low mewling sounds erupted from Headley as her hips worked to keep up with his fingers. “You play so unfair,” she moaned as her teeth nibbled at his earlobe.

  “Darling, I never play fair when it comes to something I want, and I want you.” Troy didn’t mind that his erection was about to spilt the front of his slacks, because Headley was finally in his arms giving in to the desire for him. All he needed was a few more seconds and she would cum all over his fingers. Just the thought of it made his cock grow another inch.

  “Come on baby….cum for me. I want to pull my fingers out of you and taste your sweetness. Will it be better than honey? Or will I have to undress you and sample you again and again until I come up for the perfect name to describe your unique favor?”

  “Oh….God, stop,” she whimpered as her short nails dug into his forearm. The pain only heightened his sense of arousal.

  Using his free hand, Troy cupped Healey’s face and made her look at him. “Say you’ll marry me. You can’t get the money in time. I can make you feel this good all year long.”

  Dark sienna eyes clouded with passion stared at him. He could see that Headley was fighting a battle within herself. Would she say yes or would her stubborn side win over?

  He saw the exact moment when the latter occurred. Sadness replaced the passion in her eyes and a sad smile tugged at the corners of her lush mouth.

  “Troy…I can’t” She whispered as she pulled his hand from her pants. “I’ve got to do this for my father.”

  “What about you? Shouldn’t you have some time for yourself? If you’re married to me Douglas’ debt will be gone.”

  “Don’t you understand that I don’t want you to win the bet? I’ve got to prove I can do this. That’s how my dad got into this problem. He didn’t wait it out long enough. I know deep down I can get this money back to you, even if it means working another job.”

  A muscle worked in Troy’s jaw as he watched Headley fix her clothes. He hated how she didn’t want to lean on him for help. It didn’t matter that he was the one who caused her to be in this situation in the first place.

  “Tell me the truth. You want to win because the thought of being married to me sickens you, doesn’t it? You haven’t changed at all. You avoided me when you were younger, and you’re still doing it.”

  Folding her arms underneath her breasts, Headley cocked her head and stared at him. “You aren’t making any sense. I never avoided you when I was younger. God, you were older than me. We hung out with different crowds. You were like the dark haired God every girl in town dreamt about. I’m sure you had plenty of attention without me adding to your adoring fan club.”

  “What if I told you I only wanted one girl to be in my fan club?”

  “I would say it would have been anyone but me,” Headley sighed. “Look…I’ve got to get back to work before I lose this job. I’ll see you later to discuss a payment plan.”

  Troy stood still as Headley strolled past him and went out the door. This time he let her leave because he saw their conversation was over. However, he wasn’t giving up. Headley was going to be his, whether she realized it or not.

  Chapter Seven

  The water pounded around her in the shower as Headley tried working the stiffness out of her back and shoulders. She had forgotten how waiting tables could take a lot out of her body.

  Why aren’t you being honest with yourself? Waiting tables tonight isn’t what made your body sore and stiff. Making out with Troy on top of Tommy’s desk is what tore up your body. He was all over you and you did nothing to stop it.

  How was she supposed to pay off this dumb ass debt and leave Paris if her need for Troy was growing deeper and deeper with each passing moment? She couldn’t give in to it.

  He was just trying to seduce her into his bed. He wasn’t serious about marrying her. Troy owned most of the property in this town. Why would he want to settle down with her?

  No, he was up to something, and tomorrow when she had her weekly meeting with him, she would find out what it was.

  Turning off the shower, she stepped out to wrap a towel around herself then strolled into her bedroom. She quickly dried her body and climbed into bed. Headley thought that she would be up tossing and turning thinking about Troy, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was sound asleep.

  All Troy could think about was what happened with Headley at the club, and he was very pleased with the way things were going. She responded to him with such zeal last night that there was no way she wasn’t attracted to him.

  They were going to burn up the sheets when she finally gave in to him. All he had to do was just keep at it and Headley would finally be his after all of these years.

  It was beyond a shock seeing her last night in one of those skimpy outfits. He wanted her to quit her job at the club, but she wasn’t about to do that. So, he had to take matters into his own hands.

  Now, after the talk he just had with Tommy, Headley wouldn’t be coming in to work tonight or any other night for that matter. He had to give her credit. Headley was smart. With a job at the Tycoon’s club, she might have come really close to paying off the bet. But he had made sure that wouldn’t be a possibility.

  Nope. Headley was going to be his wife in a matter of weeks and he couldn’t wait. He was finally going to get the upper hand after all of these years.

  She never knew how he’d gone to her father to ask if he could date her once she turned eighteen. Douglas had laughed in his face and tossed him out of their house.

  It had been a blow to his ego, but he that didn’t make him give up hope that one day Headley would see him as a man she could love. All of his dreams died when he watched her get on that bus and leave town.

  Headley and Douglas were both clueless to the fact that he had followed them to the bus station. He had hidden in the shadows watching them say good-bye to each other. It took all of his willpower not to beg her not to leave.

  Nevertheless, he had made a promise to himself that day. He would find a way to get back at both of them and now his time had finally come.

  What better revenge could he have than being married to Headley?

  She constantly thought she was better than he. He was not about to believe she never knew how he felt. How could she not? He wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to her.

  Every time she turned around when they were younger, he was there. Did she truly think all of those meetings were accidental?

  For years after she left home, all he thought about was how it would have been if Douglas hadn’t kicked him out of the house that day. Headley’s father never gave him a chance to plead his case. He never thought he would get the opportunity to get back at the Rose family un
til that one perfect day Douglas came begging for help.

  He was taken back by how much money the old man had wasted on bad investments, drinking and gambling. Maybe he had overcharged him a bit when it came to the interest, but it had felt good to have the great Douglas Rose begging for help. However, he never wanted the old man to have a heart attack and end up in the hospital.

  After all, Douglas was the only parent Headley had left, and he knew that she would be back in town after the news got to her. So, that’s why he had made the phone call to her job.

  She didn’t know he was the one who had tracked her down and she never would. Headley’s place was here in Paris with him, not the hustle and bustle of fast-paced New York City. She wasn’t made for that lifestyle.

  “I’m not going to lose her for a second time,” he swore softly.

  A slight noise outside his office drew Troy’s attention away from his inner thoughts. The sound of Heather, his secretary, yelling at someone made him jump up from his seat and hurry around his desk.

  He was half-way to his office door when Headley barged through looking gorgeous in all white.

  “Hello, Headley. Is there something I can do for you?” Troy already knew why Headley was here, but he wanted to hear the words from her mouth.

  “I want you to call Tommy and tell him to give me my job back,” Headley snapped, slamming the door behind her in Heather’s shocked face. “I need that job and I want it back.”

  “I have no say in who Tommy fires and hires,” he replied coming back across the room and retaking his seat. “Maybe you didn’t do a good job last night and that’s the reason he let you go.”

  “That’s the same crap Tommy tried to feed me,” Headley huffed.

  “I love how sexy you are when you get upset. Your right eyebrow does this little twitch and your breasts start to heave.” Troy commented glancing down at Headley’s white pullover top, then back up to her eyes. “Your fire makes me want to ravish you in the middle of my office.”

  “Have you lost your mind? I’m here because I want answers and you’re talking about having sex.”