The Billion Dollar Wedding: The Honeymoon Collection

by Cynthia Dane

  “I’m not interested,” he mumbled, going back to his phone. “I hear there’s a rowdy party upstairs. You’d probably have better luck there.”

  Jasmine continued her approach, opening her jacket and making sure her wavy hair framed her breasts as they bulged from her corset. “You’re the bachelor,” she said, utilizing a sultry voice. “I was sent in to make sure you have a good time, Mr. Cole.”

  He glanced at her, taking no note of her for the first second. Then he looked again, frosty eyes the size of the rest of his face.

  Just like that, he regained his composure. Was I made? Jasmine expected him to recognize her in an instant, but if he wasn’t expecting her… why would he think to look for her? As far as Ethan knew, his fiancée was at home, or maybe going out for the night with some friends. Nothing scandalous… like coming to his bachelor party dressed like one of the girls who worked for Monica. I may not be a pro, but I know this man better than anyone. Yes, even better than Adrienne. Maybe Monica.

  “My name is Cindy,” Jasmine was quick to say. There was a reason Monica had given her a fake name. Surely, Ethan would recognize her. Why the hell wouldn’t he, especially when he was barely tipsy, if that? This is a role-play his ex-girlfriend, of all people, has set up. The only thing Ethan would enjoy tonight is a good time with his fiancée – the woman he was supposedly getting away from for a weekend. The only way one could make that better is if they upped the kink… and did something new.

  Jasmine had seduced her boyfriend before, once upon a time in a hotel. That was as herself. She had never pretended to be someone she was not to get in Ethan’s pants. I’m not Jasmine. I’m Cindy. Cindy was a professional woman. Her goal was to make Ethan as happy as possible, so she got as much money as possible. That made everyone happy.

  “Cindy…” Ethan looked her up and down, taking in the corset, the hair, the garter, the mask… e’s He’Hss

  Does he know what’s going on yet? Did he get that Jasmine was here to rock his world as one of Monica’s girls? Like the many he had turned away? Or did he think he was hallucinating, and Jasmine was some specter sent to make him feel guiltier about what had happened with those girls, with Adrienne? “I’ve never seen you around here before.”

  “Last I checked, you don’t come here often.”

  “I may not, but I know the owner well. You think she doesn’t ask me what girls are the best looking before she hires them?”

  Is that true? Who knew what was truth and what was lie now? “I’m special, if you couldn’t tell. I’m only sent in if it’s a dire situation.” She lifted her leg and rested her knee against the end of his chair. “You, Mr. Cole, are a dire situation.”

  Ethan’s lips twitched in amusement, but he managed to keep a straight face as he leveled a haughty look at Jasmine. “I hate to break it to you, Miss Cindy, but I’m a man who is spoken for. I’m not interested in anyone but my fiancée.”

  “That’s so noble.” Her knee brushed against his leg. “Last I checked, though, it’s your bachelor party. You’re given a free pass to do whatever you want… with whomever you want.”

  “Be that as it may, I’m still not interested. I appreciate your position as a woman out to make money off me, and I’m sure you’re very talented and I would otherwise be quite satisfied with your services, but I’m not into having affairs.” He chuckled. “Sorry. You found the one man like me who is faithful to a fault. Might seem strange to you, but I actually get off on monogamy.” Ethan leaned back in his seat again. “Tell you what. I’ll pay for your services so you and Monica both make money. I just don’t want you to actually do them.”

  Jasmine put her hands on her hips. “For as much as you are monogamous, I am honest. I won’t take your money.” She had to say the next phrase with a little hum, so she could keep his ego alleviated. “Don’t insult me, Mr. Cole. You either want my body or you don’t.”

  “I don’t, sorry.”

  Ethan was really dedicated to this game. Either Jasmine would have to take off the mask and claim her real name… or she would have to go deeper. What does it say if I can seduce my own fiancé? At his bachelor party? Jasmine let her jacket slip off her shoulders before looming over the man, his Clive Christian cologne especially strong tonight. “You sure there isn’t anything I can do to change your mind?”

  She was surprised when he responded with, “If five naked women rubbing themselves against me couldn’t change my mind, then what makes you think you could?” She was surprised because how could he have known that she had seen that? He couldn’t.

  Fine, then. Jasmine could take a note from Adrienne’s page. She would lean down, kissing Ethan’s lips while letting her hands roam across his chest and down to his abdomen.

  The man was absolutely frigid. He didn’t move, he didn’t respond, and he sure as hell didn’t kiss her back. The most she got out of him was a tiny groan as she brushed against his cock, a whole quarter of the way to hard. Well, like he said… five naked women. Jasmine wouldn’t hold it against him.

  “Do you feel better now?” Ethan asked.

  The only reason he was letting her get this far was because he knew who she was. Had she been the “real” Cindy? He would have finally removed himself from this cursed room. Was it cursed now? After all, Jasmine had made her grand appearance, ready to seduce her fiancé and give him the good time he deserved.

  “I won’t feel better until you’re inside of me, Mr. Cole.” She purred that into his ear, hoping he would succumb to his base desires as a man. A masculine man, as Adrienne had put it. There was no such thing as Ethan being too masculine, though. If anything, he could be more masculine right now. Strut his alpha shit all over this room – all over Jasmine. Was it too much to ask for him to toss her on that couch right there and pound her until she begged for mercy? She didn’t doubt that’s how it would go down if Ethan finally let himself go crazy tonight. “Any hole you want. It’s not cheating if you stick it in my mouth.”

  He shuddered, not in anticipation, but in amusement. “It is to me, and my opinion is the one that matters.”

  Jasmine did her best to not snort at his dedication. Had it been a vanilla situation between them, she would have, to let him know how silly he could be at times. “There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

  Ethan’s amusement only intensified. “Well, it is my bachelor party, and I do enjoy the company of women. Just not ones grinding themselves all over me when I’m already spoken for.”

  “If you were single? What then? Would you stick your cock in every one of them? The sweetness in Jasmine’s voice couldn’t betray the genuine curiosity lurking beneath.

  “If I were single?” Ethan couldn’t help but smile. “I wouldn’t be having a bachelor party, now would I?”

  Jasmine wasn’t going to get anything else out of him about the subject, so she slipped off, buttoning her jacket back up and turning away – making sure he had a great view of her ass. “Stay here, Mr. Cole. I’ll create the perfect atmosphere for you. You may not want my body, but I can guarantee that you’ll have the good time that’s owed to you.” She left the room, knowing damn well he would sit there and see what unfolded – and that this was Monica’s master plan.

  There was a reason those two were such good friends and made better conspirators than lovers: they were always plotting and planting their ulterior motives all over the damn place!

  Jasmine ascended the grand staircase, ignoring the polite glances from the maids and bouncers checking her out and trying to figure out if she were a girl or guest. “I don’t recognize her as one of the ladies…” their looks said, “but she doesn’t look like a common guest at the bachelor parties we host here.”

  It wasn’t hard to find the party on the second floor. Guests and girls were split between the Cigar Lounge and another salon that overlooked the maze out back. Jasmine peered into this room first and didn’t see who she was looking for. That meant holding her breath and braving the smoke in the first room.
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  Jasmine hated smoke. Hated it. If someone was smoking near her, she got up and moved with a scowl on her face. It didn’t help she used to be allergic to the stuff when she was a kid. To the point she had serious attacks if her parents weren’t quick to get her away, and that was in the days before so many laws about public smoking went into effect. That was one reason to appreciate Monica’s strict no smoking rule except for in a couple of rooms. This was one of them, and this was where she found most of the people at the Château.

  First, she had to weave through the metric tons of cigar smoke filling the room. A large window was opened on the far side, and two vents went into overtime trying to recycle the air, but it wasn’t enough to help her see through the haze. I’m going to smell so bad.

  She found her first target with a small group of men, none of them Jasmine knew. That only made her bolder when approaching them.

  “Hey,” she said, forceful. Yvette looked up at her, surprised but not shy about how naked she was. For she was naked, save for a barely-there thong holding a small pouch to her person. Keys and sex stuff? Keys and sex stuff. “You’re needed in the lounge downstairs.”

  “Excuse me?” Yvette tried not to laugh. Did she know who this was? “I’m working here.”

  “Whatever these guys are agreeing to pay to let them gangbang you, Ethan Cole will double it.”

  The men exchanged humored glances, some of them silently screaming, “Well hell why didn’t we think of a gangbang before now?”

  Yvette got up, letting her hand linger on one man’s cheek as she smiled at him and promised she would be back later. Somebody knew she wasn’t fucking any men downstairs. Then again, how many times had Jasmine heard about the “sloppy seconds rate” tonight? It was not cheap. Sometimes Jasmine wondered where these men got their fetishes.

  Those weren’t her concerns, however. She was only concerned with what would get Ethan off – inside her, of course.

  Yvette followed her across the room, where Jasmine stopped in front of one man smoking one of the biggest Cubans in the room. She didn’t miss that he shared it with his mistress, who was also naked – save for another thong – and looking comfortable around him.

  “You’re needed too,” Jasmine said. “Sorry, Mr. Andrews.”

  He tipped his cigar at her. “A man knows what he’s getting into at a party like this.” He patted Grace on the bottom as she stood up. “Come find me later if you’re able. Sometimes a man is happy with a cuddle… and I want your advice on something.”

  These relationships were so strange.

  “She said something about us getting paid double if we go with her,” Yvette mumbled to Grace, as Jasmine approached a couple random girls hired for that night. After asking if they were down for certain things, she told them to come with her.

  “Double? I like double. Even if it means making out with you.”

  “Shut up.”

  Jasmine couldn’t help but detour to the corner of the lounge with her crew. There she found the only woman in there not working – but having an idle chat with Richard Blake nonetheless.

  “Do me a favor and don’t kiss my man ever again. This is the one warning I will ever give you.” While Adrienne’s mouth dropped, Jasmine led her girls out of the room.

  They all bumped into Monica out in the hallway.

  “You’re absconding with all my girls,” she said with a sigh. “Who is going to entertain those fine gentlemen now?”

  “Me!” Judith erupted from the room behind her, breasts bouncing in the air and hair whipping back and forth as she bounded for the Cigar Lounge. “Me, me, me!”

  “Damnit,” Monica muttered, before going to find Henry to go in the Cigar Lounge on her behalf. Too smoky for her. “Anyway, do make sure they work for the money!” she sweetly called over her shoulder.

  Not a problem. None of them would even have to touch Ethan, so there was plenty of ways for them to earn their keep in the lounge downstairs.

  He was still in his chair, enjoying the peace and quiet when Jasmine burst through the door with her bevy of blond and brunette beauties. Ethan looked almost aghast as they spread themselves around the room, taking over this couch, that chair, and even flinging themselves against rugs before going at one another like they much preferred the company of women to any of the rich and rugged men upstairs.

  “This is… something…” Ethan said, taking note of every tit and ass around him. “Very interesting, that’s for sure.”

  Jasmine knelt beside his chair and smiled at his ear. “I’ve seen your browsing history, Mr. Cole. Be glad I didn’t invite some bisexual men down here.”

  Ethan paled more than his already white skin would usually allow. “Now how would Cindy of all people know what’s in my browsing history? Curious.”

  Wise guy. Ethan really needed to disconnect his personal Google account from any device he shared with Jasmine. Or learn how to use incognito mode. And I had to ask why he keeps hiring gay girls…

  “You might be surprised what I know about you, Mr. Cole.” Her hand went to his shoulder as she stood and stayed close to him. Jasmine surveyed the room, almost in disbelief that she had arranged this for her own fiancé. Like I’m going to sit by and not let him be surrounded by beautiful, sexual women like I was with men at my party. She appreciated Ethan’s intense, ethical nature, but sometimes even that could be taken too far!

  “What else do you know about me? I’m dying to know, secret weapon.”

  “Is that what you think I am?” Jasmine’s grip on his shoulder tightened. “I’m a girl making her way through life. Fate has brought us together, and I intend to take advantage of it.”

  “Even if it’s you watching me watch a small group of women get naked and do things that are considered illegal in some parts of the world?”

  “That’s it. I know you’re a man who does things that are illegal in certain parts of the world.” She whispered in his ear. “Like pay women for sex.”

  “You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve never paid for such a woman in my life.” Ethan chuckled. “Tonight notwithstanding.”

  “That’s not what I’ve heard. How about that lovely fiancée of yours? Was she or was she not paid to sleep with you?”

  “I plead the Fifth.”

  “That’s what I thought.” Jasmine lightened her grip. “You’re a naughty man, Mr. Cole. That makes me want to pleasure you more.”

  Her hand went back down his chest again. This time, he did not stiffen. Yet he also did not react in any positive way that told her to continue having her fun. At least he’s loosening up.

  “I cannot be swayed.”

  “You’re a challenge, that’s for sure.” Jasmine picked up his empty glass and took a whiff. Brandy. He’s moved on to that. She went to the bar and poured the first bottle of brandy she found. When she returned, Ethan had uncrossed his legs and was grinning at Yvette enjoying herself with Grace. Uh huh. “Here, sir. You look like you could use one more drink.”

  “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me what I look like I need.” Ethan took it anyway. “Your job is to do it, isn’t it?”

  “If I did what I thought you needed, sir…” She was practically in his lap, making sure he saw her breasts. “I’d be sucking your cock right now.”

  “I’m sure you would be. Not that you’d be anywhere near as good as my dear fiancée.”

  “You really love her, huh?” Jasmine dipped her hand between his legs and felt the rigidity of his cock. He tensed, but did not shoo her away. “That’s admirable. I’m sure she appreciates your dedication to her.”

  “She better. Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there are plenty of sensual women in this room.”

  “Yes, and they would all fuck you if you asked. Say the word, Mr. Cole, and you could have any of them.” Right as her words dissipated into the heavy air, she grabbed him, his cock springing to instant life – even to Ethan’s surprise.

  He took her by the wrist and plucked her off
him.

  “I think you need some due attention, Mr. Cole.”

  “In that case, I should go home and fuck my fiancée.”

  I’m right here, dumbass. How long would this game play out? Would Jasmine have to jump him? Remove the mask? Would she be willing to do either in front of these women, some of whom were really into their Sapphic debauchery, while others looked like it was just another night on the job? “Let’s play a little game. If you could have any woman in this room, who would it be?”

  “You want my honest opinion?”

  “Of course.”

  Ethan’s hand lingered on hers, right there on the arm of the chair. “You, Cindy.”

  Jasmine pretended that didn’t elate her. “Why me?’

  “Because you remind me of Jasmine.”

  Was that the sweetest thing in the world? Or the most messed up? “On the eve of your wedding, Mr. Cole, it would usually be suggested that you fool around with the exact opposite of your beloved. That way you can get a final taste of what you’ll be missing for the rest of your life.” Jasmine pointed to a young blond who laughed more than she kissed. “Like her. She’s the biggest opposite in this room.”

  “She may be, but I’m not interested in her. Don’t get me wrong. She’s beautiful and looks like she knows how to have a good time, but she’s not who I would spend this night with.”

  “You would with me, though?”

  He looked up at her. “Five minutes ago you were begging to suck my cock. Now you’re telling me to pick someone else?”

  “I’m giving you your options, Mr. Cole.”

  “I know my options, thank you. If I were to pick a young lady here tonight, it would be you, Miss Cindy.”

  She sighed. “Yet we both know that you won’t. I’d be better off joining this fray.” She stepped forward, appearing determined to do that.

  He grabbed her hand.

  “You’re not going anywhere. I’m paying you big money tonight, and you will do what I tell you to.”

  Jasmine froze, unable to decide his true motive. Was this an extension of the scene, or how he really felt? “Is that so? Just what are you telling me to do right now?”