“Leliana,” he panted. “Not gonna last, so close, ah,” he brought his hand between them and began to stroke her clit with vigor once more. He might as well have shot her, for how much she jumped when her orgasm hit. She clenched around his cock, and it was finally too much, and Victor was tumbling after her over the edge of bliss.
They lay there for a long time after they came down from their high, gulping in air and simply reveling in the closeness their position afforded them. After a few more moments, Victor rose and chuckled.
“We should probably clean up.” She laughed and nodded, going into the bathroom to take care of that. With the task completed, she walked back out to where Victor was sitting on her bed, still naked. A thought occurred to her, and she smiled down at him.
“Hey, we made it out of there alright, yeah?” She asked. He breathed a laugh.
“You could say that, yes.”
“Well, I made a promise to myself for if I made it out of there,” she grinned. “Want to go and get some coffee? I'd like to get to know the man that saved my life a little better.” He grinned as they began to dress.
“I could think of worse things to do,” he said as he clasped his hand in hers. “Lead the way.”
The End
Part II
The Vampire’s Spell
Paranormal Romance
About the Book
Ariella Fontago is a super smart accountant that lives in Las Vegas. She has a job, and a nice apartment. She’s content in her life. That is until she discovers a horrible truth about her current employers. Suddenly found jobless with no prospects, Ariella makes a decision to count cards for money. She does live in Las Vegas after all.
Enter Lucian Holloway, millionaire hotel and casino owner. After catching the beauty trying to steal his money, he does something unthinkable. He offers her a job working for him. There is one little issue though; Lucian is a vampire.
Ariella thinks that she can handle the fact that Lucian is a vamp, but when push comes to shove what will she choose, love or loneliness? Can she open her mind to the possibilities of the unknown?
1
Ariella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was sitting in a large conference room with her boss. She thought that they were here to discuss what she had discovered, but apparently her boss had other ideas.
“As I said, Miss Fontago, we are sorry but we have decided to let you go. You have been a valued employee, but sadly that isn’t enough anymore,” Robert Lewis said.
“I don’t understand, Robert. I came to you with the news of a ponzi scheme and yet here you are firing me?”
“That is exactly why you are being fired. Surely you understand that if word got out that things were not on the up and up, it would be a huge issue for the company.” Robert leaned in closer to her, “Let me be very clear here, Miss Fontago. We are letting you go. If we thought that you could be trusted we would still be working together but since you have proven that you can’t do that, we have no choice but to remove you. Not only that, but to ensure our safety we have blacklisted you to all HR departments in the city. And if you want to ensure your own safety I would advise you to stay away from the police.” Robert leaned back in his chair and smiled.
Ariella was furious. How dare he think that he could pull something so high handed and get away with it. She just wanted to yell and scream at him. But she didn’t. Instead she chose to act like the professional that she was. “If that is all then?” She said as she stood from the table.
“I guess that is it, Miss Fontago.”
Ariella nodded her head and left the office. She headed down the elevator and made it to her car that was parked in the attached parking garage. She drove home in a daze and made her way up to her apartment. Letting herself in, she flopped down on the couch and let out the tears that she had been holding in.
The entire situation was unfair, and yet it didn’t seem like she could do anything about it. Robert Lewis and his group of cronies obviously were doing something illegal and trying their best to keep it hidden. She had worked for them for a couple of years now, and after a lot of research and number crunching she had finally found the issue; an undercover Ponzi scheme.
Choosing not to believe Robert about the blacklist, she vowed to send out as many resumes as it took to find another job. Ariella had some money in savings but thanks to her shoe collection, it wasn’t as big as it used to be. If she was going to be able to continue to afford her nicer apartment she would have to find a source of income. Surely as an accountant it wouldn’t be that hard to find something, she thought.
Ariella woke up in a bad mood. Deciding that she would need to lose her grumpiness if she was to land a job, she got up and went to take a hot shower. She let the spray run over her, washing away all the hurt from the day before. She got out, got dressed and headed to the kitchen to start some coffee. She could do anything with enough coffee in her veins.
While the coffee was brewing she pulled up the ‘help wanted’ ads on her laptop. She found a couple that might be okay, so she saved them and continued her search. By the time she had drank the entire pot of coffee she had at least fifteen ads saved.
Ariella started to send out cover letters and resumes to each company. By noon she had finished and decided to clean up the apartment for a bit. Time flew by as she cleaned and scrubbed and washed. She checked her email again and nothing new was there. Ariella turned on the TV and began to binge watch her favorite shows that she was behind on.
Three days later, she still hadn’t heard back from any of the companies. She decided to call and check on her applications, so one by one she called the HR offices. Each and every one had a different line of delivery, but the outcome was all the same. They appreciated her applying but they were looking for someone else. End of story, no other explanations were given.
Feeling even more defeated than before, Ariella began to really start to panic. Obviously, Robert hadn’t been kidding when he said that she had been blacklisted. But until now it hadn’t seemed possible.
Ariella went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of wine out. Deciding that glasses weren’t necessary, she uncorked the top to open the bottle. She took a long drink as she walked over to the couch. Not wanting to think about anything important, she turned on the TV and started channel surfing.
She landed on some movie about college kids scamming casinos so that they could pay for their tuition. She had never seen the movie before but as she sat there watching and drinking, the idea of counting cards seemed like a piece of cake. The more she watched the bigger the idea got in her brain. Ariella was smart, especially when it came to numbers. She was an accountant after all.
She watched the rest of the movie, not caring for the part where the students got caught. By the time the credits rolled, Ariella had drank enough wine for her plan to make perfect sense. She would make her money by counting cards at a casino. And she would get away with it, of this she was one hundred percent sure.
She went back to the fridge to get her second bottle of wine and grabbed her laptop on the way back to the couch. She started in on the second bottle while she searched Google for her answers.
2
Lucian was sitting at his desk, trying to pay attention to the spreadsheet in front of him. For some reason his brain wouldn’t cooperate and nothing was making sense. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his leg over his knee. He took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes.
He still thought it was ridiculous that an immortal would need help to read, but that was indeed the case. His body might look like a fit thirty-five year old, but his eyes felt their 372 years.
He was just putting his glasses back on when the phone rang. “Hello,” he answered.
“Hi, Mr. Holloway,” Jenny, his assistant, greeted. “Security just called and asked if you could come down and check out a situation. Said it was a Class C.”
“Ok, thank you, Jenny.” Lucian hung up the phone
, feeling grateful for a reason to get out of the office. He was interested to see who would be brave enough to try counting cards, which is what the security team termed as a Class C.
He made his way two floors down to where the security office was located. The walls were filled with all sorts of different sized monitors, each one showing a different section of the casino. There was a bull pit area where employees were busy scanning footage. Lucian walked to the back of the room towards his head of security’s office.
Billy Mills was a tall man, he had a shiny bald head and skin the color of mocha. His smile was big and contagious and it took a lot to ruffle his feathers. Billy smiled as Lucian entered his office.
“Hey boss,” he said.
“Hi Billy. Jenny said there was a Class C?”
“Yep. In the Diamond Room. Table five, blonde female,” Billy said as he pulled up the footage on the big screen that was hanging on the wall.
Lucian stood quietly and watched the footage. The person in question was a younger women, who seemed to be playing it cool. He continued to watch the footage while Billy filled him in on all the details.
“Do me a favor,” Lucian asked. “Rewind to when she first sat down and play it from there.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
Lucian watched the footage from the moment the women stepped into the room. She didn’t look nervous, she was dressed casually. She seemed to walk around a little bit before she decided on which table she wanted. She sat down and had yet to get up once.
“Ok, I’ve seen enough,” Lucian said. “Let’s go downstairs and deal some cards.”
Billy laughed. “You know I love to deal,” he said as he got up. He walked over to a closet and pulled out a dealer's jacket before following Lucian out of the office.
The two rode the elevator in silence and parted ways when the doors opened. Billy walked through the middle of the casino floor, making his way to the Diamond Room. When he arrived at table number five, he tapped the dealer on the shoulder. The dealer quietly stepped back and let Billy take over the table.
Lucian watched from the edge of the room, taking in everything as he moved around the perimeter. The blonde was still sitting at the table and had just raked in a large pile of chips. She added them to her rapidly growing stack. Judging by the colors, Lucian estimated there to be about twenty-thousand dollars worth. Billy gave him the signal and Lucian went to sit down next to the woman.
She nodded politely as Lucian sat down and traded in for his chips. He played a couple of hands, not caring if he won, just to see how she handled herself. She didn’t seem to have a tell, but you could see that she was clearly tense about something. She was meticulous in her betting, and she played every hand she was dealt.
Having been in the casino industry for longer than he cared to admit, Lucian was more than capable of knowing how to count cards. He followed along and sure enough, every hand that was a winner, she placed a larger bet and won. He let it go on until he was absolutely sure and then he nodded to Billy.
Billy winked and a second later a security guard approached the woman and escorted her out of the room. She didn’t throw a fit or yell, she simply got up and went with the man. Lucian got up himself and waited for Billy to join him. Together they made their way to the holding room, where Lucian could talk to the thief in question.
Once Lucian was in the holding room he gave Billy the signal that it was okay for him to return to his office. The woman was sitting with her back to him and he walked around the table to sit down in front of her. When she saw who he was, she gasped and pointed her finger at him.
“You?” She questioned.
Lucian sat down and closed his hands in front of him. “Yes, me. I’m the owner of the Yellow Canary Casino. My name is Lucian Holloway. What might your name be?” He asked.
“My name is Ariella Fontago,” the woman answered.
“Well, Ariella, what brings you to my lovely casino?”
“What brings anyone to a casino?” She joked. “I had a bad week and was looking to distract myself, I guess.”
“Do you visit casinos often, then?”
“No, not really. This is my first time.”
“Oh really? Well how wonderful of you to choose us for your first trip. What do you do for a living, Miss Fontago?”
“I’m an accountant. I was recently let go from my firm though. Hence the rough week.”
“I see. That would indeed count as a rough week,” Lucian agreed. “Miss Fontago, can you please tell me why such a smart woman like yourself would feel the need to count cards?”
Ariella was silent. She wasn’t sure what to say, but saying nothing seemed wrong. “I’m not sure what you're talking about.”
Lucian smiled. “I however, think that you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He leaned in to be closer to her. “I’m going to ask you again, why were you counting cards? Did you think that you wouldn’t get caught? That everything would be sunshine and butterflies? Tell me, what would make you commit an act with such strong consequences?” He leaned back and waited for her reply.
Ariella knew the jig was up so she decided she might as well be honest. “My former employer had me blacklisted and now I can’t find a job. This was my last resort. I guess I was silly enough to think it would work,” she said quietly.
“What did you do to be blacklisted?” Lucian asked.
“I unveiled a ponzi scheme. Which just so happened to be ran by my boss.”
“I see.” Lucian stared into her green eyes and there was something there that captivated him. He was quiet a minute before he went on. “Ms. Fontago, I am truly sorry for your current job situation, but you have committed a major crime in this casino. My casino. Luckily in your case, I am willing to work out an arrangement with you.”
Ariella let out a sigh of relief. “That seems to be more than fair,” she said.
“But there is one minor thing that you must know before you work for me,” Lucian cautioned.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I am a vampire.”
3
Those captivating green eyes were now as wide as saucers. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right. Can you say that again for me?” Ariella said.
Lucian smiled. “A vampire, Miss. Fontago.”
“That’s what I thought you said. How is that even a possibility? Vampires aren’t real.”
“Oh believe me, they are indeed real. We can save the logistics for another day, but for now I want to talk about your arrangement.”
“Um… okay.”
Lucian sat back in his seat. “As the owner of the Yellow Canary, I am a very busy man. There are constantly things to see to and sometimes I need help with certain projects. I will assure you that I am safe to be around. You don’t have to worry about anything happening while you are in my presence. I’m currently looking at taking on a new venture, and I need the help of an accountant to look over the numbers. Something doesn’t feel right about it and I want whatever it is to be figured out. When you told me about the Ponzi scheme, I felt like you would be the perfect fit. Add in the fact that you are indebted to the casino and there you have it.”
“Sounds simple enough,” Ariella said.
Lucian went on, “I will allow you to keep your winnings from earlier and we will consider it as payment for your services. The only condition is that you will never gamble in this casino again. Is that clear Miss. Fontago?”
“Crystal.”
“Now that everything is decided, let’s take a tour of the Yellow Canary.”
They both stood up and Lucian led them out of the room. They walked down a hallway until they reached a set of double doors. Lucian opened the door and all of the sounds from the casino floor hit Ariella in the face at once. Lucian explained the differences in the coin machines as they walked, telling a little of what they did. They continued to walk past the craps tables until they came to the entrance of the card rooms. Lucian again explained the di
fferent games as they walked by.
Lucian continued to talk as they made their way through the building. Ariella was listening, but couldn’t get her mind off the fact that this man standing next to her was a vampire. He was acting like it was no big deal, an everyday thing. But was he really a vampire, or was he just one of those oddballs that claimed to be a vamp and painted their skin white?
“So, how do I know for sure that you are a vampire?” Ariella interrupted.
Lucian stopped and looked at her. He said nothing, just simply smiled which showcased two rather pointy incisors. He then retracted them and smiled like normal.
“How did you do that? That’s crazy!” She exclaimed.
“I was not lying to you when I told you. I was hoping that we could discuss this later but somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Lucian said. “Go ahead, ask away.”
They continued walking, this time making their way back to his office. “Does everyone know that you are a vampire?” Ariella asked.
“Only those who need to know.”
“Like all the staff?”
“Yes the staff. You will find that most of the staff are special in their own ways.”
“Are they all vampires too?”
“Some. Others are weres, shifters, witches, etc.,” Lucian answered.
“This all sounds so ludicrous. Those types of things aren’t supposed to exist.”
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