Bad Girls Do It Better (Bad Boy Billionaire Romance)

by Michelle, Aubrey

  “Hey Lexi, it’s Kade. I was just wondering what you’re doing tonight.”

  Was this guy serious? Didn’t he blow me off in the worst way at the gala? These were the thoughts rushing through my mind and the things I most wanted to say to him. Of course, that wasn’t what came out of my mouth.

  “I don’t have any plans at the moment. Why? What’s up?”

  “I know that you didn’t get what you wanted when you saw me at the gala. I figured I’d give you a chance to see what you missed out on. You wanna come by my place tonight?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now? You were a huge asshole to me that night and now you want to try to use me as a booty call? You’ve got some nerve.”

  “Calm down, Lexi. I just thought you might want to have a little fun. That’s all this is.”

  “No Kade, I’m not interested in that. The least you could have done was try to ask me out first. Fuck.”

  “Well, I wasn’t exactly looking for a date out of this Lexi. Fuck it, I’m going to Amnesia tonight. You wanna come with me? I’ll be in the VIP room.”

  Now he was getting somewhere. Amnesia is one of the hottest clubs in New York and getting access to the VIP room is next to impossible regardless of how much money you had.

  Against my better judgment, I decided that a night out on the town would do me some good. If anything, it would prevent me from thinking about Liam for a few hours and allow my confused mind a break.

  As I was getting dressed, I realized what those butterflies in my stomach had been all about. I was developing real feelings for Liam. The feelings seemed to come out of nowhere but they were there. As much as I tried to deny them, and I really, really tried to deny them, the feelings were there and getting stronger.

  I even confided in my sister that I was beginning to like someone but I wasn’t about to tell her who. Not yet and not until I was sure that I was going to act on it. Everything in my body was telling me to go for it but it didn’t feel right. He’s not the type I’d usually go for. He isn’t exactly the bad boy that I’ve been known to date.

  That evening, I got dressed in a sexy black halter-top dress with an open back and a keyhole chest cutout. It exposed the sides of my breasts and ensured I’d be getting all the attention at the club. It was my dress of choice for when I was on the prowl for a little action.

  Things were going to be a bit different that night, though. I was wearing it to give Kade a look at the goods that I had no intention of letting him touch. I was going to get revenge for the way he treated me at the gala by teasing him and not following through with what he wanted.

  My plan was working great. Kade and I were slamming drinks and dancing among the sea of people. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my body. As we danced, I made sure the grind right up against his manhood, smiling to myself as I felt it begin to stiffen inside his pants. We went back and forth between the VIP section and the dance floor all night long.

  Eventually, nature called and I had to run to the bathroom. When I’m out at the club, I try my best to hold it in as long as I can because once I go, I feel like I’m back in there every twenty minutes. It’s like that old saying that says never to break the seal. Eventually, you have no choice, especially considering how much I was drinking. I had to stand in line for what seemed like an eternity but I finally made it inside.

  Back in the VIP section, Kade had ordered a drink for me. This fucking thing was enormous and colorful. It was served in a fish bowl and tasted exactly like cinnamon graham crackers. Apparently it had something like nine different alcohols in it but you would have never known by the way it tasted.

  “Holy shit, this thing is delicious,” I yelled at Kade, making sure he could hear me over the loud music.

  “I figured you’d like it. It’s a popular drink with the girls around here.”

  “You’ve got to try it. Here’ have a taste,” I insisted as I pushed one of the twenty or so straws that were lining the fish bowl towards him.

  “That’s okay. That drinks for you.”

  I keep insisting that he try the drink but the more I begged, the more he protested. I couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t take one little sip, at least, to shut me up. The answer came to me soon enough as everything around me suddenly turned into a blur and darkness started to take over. I’d been drugged.

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  My eyes opened slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light coming into the room. It was morning and I’d been out all night. I was naked, my body was sore and I had the worst headache that I’d ever had in my life. Everything was blurry as I tried to adjust my site to be able to see.

  I thought for sure I’d been at Kade’s house and in his bed but I was very, very wrong. Instead, I was lying on a cheap mattress inside of some low-end hotel room. The carpet was orange and looked at least fifty years old. I could literally smell the dust and dirt in the room.

  As I rolled over to get out of bed, I realized something was sticking to me. It was a Polaroid picture. Who in the fuck even has a Polaroid camera anymore? I picked the picture up to find it was me sucking Kade’s dick, which actually consisted of him putting it into my unconscious mouth. What kind of sick fuck does that? When I sat up, I saw more pictures and quickly came to notice that I was surrounded by them.

  There were pictures of me lying nude on the bed, images of Kade going down on me, photos of the two of us engaging in pretty much every sexual position imaginable. It looked like he had a blast playing with his old camera the previous night.

  I finally made it off the bed and was very wobbly on my feet. Whatever he had slipped into my drink had not worn off completely. Making my way into the bathroom, the room started to spin and I felt like I was going to be sick. I barely made it into the bathroom in time.

  After purging whatever drugs had been left in my system, I began to feel better very quickly. It was only then that I realized that I was in the hotel room all by myself. That motherfucker drugged me, had his way with me and then left me in a cockroach infested hotel room all alone.

  He probably left because he knew I would fuck him up if he were still around when I woke up. I should have trusted my initial instincts and stayed at home, but when the fuck do I ever trust my instincts?

  I left the moldy smelling bathroom and was starting to gather my things when I noticed that there was a note taped to the television screen. After finding my underwear, dress and shoes, I got dressed as fast as I could before retrieving the letter. I was sickened when I read it.

  Lexi,

  Damn, you are even wilder than I thought you were. There was literally not a single hole you wouldn’t take it in last night. You were pretty drunk so I doubt you’ll remember much of what happened so I left some pictures there so you can have a little souvenir of your night with Kade Nichols. Don’t worry, those aren’t the only pictures of our little party. There are a lot more where those came from. The only difference is that the rest are all saved to my phone.

  I haven’t really decided what I’m going to do with the remainder of the pictures yet. I could keep them and look at them whenever I want to but that doesn’t seem exciting enough to me. That really only leaves me with two options. The first would be to share them all over the place. I can make a website with your real name and plaster them all over the web. I can send them to your friends and everyone you know. Hell, I could even plaster them up in all the clubs you like to go to. Imagine all the male attention you’d get then!

  If that idea doesn’t appeal to you, then I’m going to need for you to do me a favor. Your sister, Sarabelle, is the one I’ve wanted to sleep with forever. If you get her to meet me so I can fuck her, I’ll get rid of every picture I have and you’ll never hear about this again. The choice is yours but don’t keep me waiting too long. These are great pictures and I’m dying to let others see them.

  What a fucking asshole. I was pretty drunk so he doubts if I’d remember what happened? That’s a nice way to cover his ass. I’ve drunk plenty of alc
ohol in my time and I know I can hold my liquor. That dick head drugged me and was trying to act like I was a willing participant in his sex game. I wasn’t sure what to do.

  I thought about going to the police but I doubted they would do anything. Kade is in with a lot of high-ranking officials who would be able to get any case involving him swept under the rug. All I knew was that I had to tell someone or it was going to make me crazy.

  I had to go outside to figure out where in the hell I was so I could call to have a driver pick me up. I was horrified to discover that I was in Hunt’s Point, one of the shadiest areas of New York City. Even if I didn’t know all about the area, a quick look outside the hotel room door would have told me all I needed to know.

  A few doors down, there was a drug deal taking place right out in the open, and neither party even attempting to hide what they were doing. Across the street, a heavyset black woman wearing clothes that were way too small for her was arguing with a man, presumably her pimp, about whether or not she had more money to give him. Thugs and lowlifes were walking around everywhere. I thought it would be better to sit in my room and wait for my ride.

  About ten minutes later, someone started banging on the door. I knew it wasn’t my ride because they would have called instead of coming to the door. Besides, this sounded like it was straight out of an episode of Cops.

  I stayed in the room, gathering all the photos and hoping that whoever it was would go away instead of breaking the door down. I didn’t think they were ever going to stop slamming their knuckles into the door but eventually they gave up and moved along. Shortly after, my cell phone rang alerting me that my ride was outside waiting to pick me up.

  I looked out the window to see where the car was parked, grabbed my purse and ran out the door as fast as I could. Since I wasn’t paying attention, I almost tripped over a homeless man sleeping on the sidewalk.

  “You got any change bitch?” the bum questioned. I shook my head no and continued to the waiting car.

  “Get out of here as fast as you can,” I begged, glad to see that Joey—my favorite drive—was the one to pick me up.

  “Sure thing. What in the world are you doing all the way out here?” he asked.

  “It’s a long story and I’m not even going into it right now.”

  I let out a sigh of relief when the car pulled into the front gates of my house. I felt like I had forgotten to breathe for the duration of the trip. I tipped Joey, grabbed my purse out of the seat and went into the house, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks before I even got into the house.

  Climbing the stairs two at a time, I yelled out to my sister, hoping she would be there. The sound of her voice telling me she was in her room was the most welcoming sound there was.

  Sitting down next to her on the bed, I told her the story of what had happened with Kade. She listened intently and didn’t judge, which was exactly what I was needing. She remained calm through my entire story until I told her what he wanted in exchange for the photos. She didn’t do much to hide her thoughts or feelings about what he demanded. Her eyes bulged as her mouth popped open and her back became completely stiff.

  CHAPTER 4

  Liam

  It had been weeks since I’d seen Sarabelle, and Lexi had been ignoring me ever since the night of the gala. I’d called her multiple times, left a number of voicemails and sent too many text messages to count. Every form of contact I’d tried to use had failed.

  The last time I’d seen her was at the gala and the way the night ended left far more questions than answers in my mind. Specifically, why did she kiss me the way she did? It had to mean something, didn’t it? If I kiss a girl, it’s typically because I like her. Unfortunately, Lexi has always been a bit on the wild side so those rules don’t necessarily apply to her.

  Honestly, I wasn’t surprised that Lexi was avoiding me. She is a professional at avoiding situations until she is ready to deal with them. Sarabelle, on the other hand, left me scratching my head. She and I rarely went a full day without a call or a text message. It’s just who we are and we’d been doing it for a long time.

  All of a sudden, all I heard from her was radio silence. Admittedly, I hadn’t been calling or texting her like I normally had because my mind had been on Lexi. Still, even when I didn’t call or text her, she’d usually send me a message before she went to bed.

  As more time went on without me hearing from either sister, I started to worry about them. I figured the best thing for me to do was to take a drive over to their house to check on them. Pulling into the driveway, everything seemed to be in order which made me feel somewhat better.

  I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing happened. I was starting to get worried all over again. I had almost hoped that I’d come over to find a broken window, a busted door jam, or something. I continued to knock and ring the doorbell, hoping that maybe they just couldn’t hear me. Just as I was about to leave, the door opened.

  Lexi was standing in front of me, looking disheveled. Her usually kempt blond hair was disarrayed in clumpy knots and her skin looked pale and lifeless. Any time I’ve ever seen her, she has always had her eyes all done and lipstick, but not this day. She appeared ashen and her sparkling blue eyes had lost their twinkle. Lexi looked sad.

  “Oh, hey Liam,” she said looking at the floor, holding the door open so I could come in. “Sarabelle’s not here right now.”

  “That’s okay. I was actually coming by to check on the two of you. I haven’t heard from her in a while and, well, you haven’t responded to any of my calls or messages.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that,” she said nonchalantly. “Sarabelle’s got a new boyfriend and I’ve had quite a bit on my mind.”

  As she turned toward the kitchen, the light hit her face just right and I could tell she’d been crying. Her red, puffy eyes were so swollen that they were almost little slits, and she was sniffling.

  “Lexi, are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I'm all right. Just been making bad decisions as always. They just caught up with me this time.”

  “What do you mean? Did something happen?”

  “Yeah, but it doesn't matter.”

  “It sounds pretty important,” I insisted. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  “Listen, Liam, it’s really sweet that you want to help but it’s my situation to deal with and I really don’t want to talk about it. Drop it. Okay?”

  “I guess so. I just worry about you and your sister sometimes. If there’s ever anything you need, just let me know.”

  “I will and I’ll also tell Sarabelle you stopped by.”

  I turned and started to walk towards the door when Lexi sat down on the couch and started talking to me again.

  “You know, I’ve been self-destructive for as long as I can remember,” she said, holding back tears. I closed the tall, heavy-wood door and walked back over to the couch, sitting down beside her as I sunk down into the oversized leather couch.

  “Yeah, you’ve definitely made some questionable choices over the years but that’s always been part of who you were. Why are you saying that you’re self-destructive? What’s going on?”

  “Oh, it’s not that I think I’ve been self-destructive, it’s that I know I have. Everything I’ve done has been intentional. This whole bad girl persona is one that I’ve created.”

  “But why? Why would you want to create a persona that isn’t you?”

  “Oh, it’s me. It’s all me. I was always the sweet, quiet kid. When my parents died, I had to do something different. It was time to let the wild side of me come alive.”

  “Did you feel like your parents were holding you back or something? Were they not letting you do what you wanted to do when they were alive? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

  “No Liam, everything I did was to rebel against my parents. I know it doesn’t make any sense but they raised me to be the opposite of what I’ve become. I did this to get back at my mom and dad for leaving me.
It’s some kind of sick and twisted revenge that doesn’t even matter. It’s not like either one of them are here to see me acting like this.”

  “So what’s stopping you from going back to the girl you were before?”

  “Don’t you see? That Lexi doesn’t exist anymore. She died right alongside my parents. “

  It hurt me to see her in this much pain. She started bawling as she buried her face into my chest. Until the night of the gala, I’d never seen her show the slightest inkling of emotion.

  Now, she was crying so hard, I thought she was going to hyperventilate. I did the only thing I could think of and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close to me. Much to my surprise, she didn’t try to back away. That was fine with me.

  The longer she cried, the more I got the feeling that there was something else going on. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened that she wasn’t willing to share with me. I was glad that she was allowing me to see this vulnerable side of her but I’d known Lexi for years and I knew that this was not the real her. She’s always so confident and proud. The way she was acting was strange. I made it a point to get to the bottom of it.