Bought, p.1
Bought, page 1
Blurb
Working at the Encore Club was never in my plans. But I needed the job if I was going to eat and have a roof over my head.
But the one thing worse than handy wealthy as fuck assholes, was my dick of a boss who has a habit of manhandled waitresses.
Enter Reece Kingston the richest man at the club, with an intolerance for degradation-outside of the bedroom. My knight in dark armor, swept in to save the day.
He's too old. Too much of everything I should stay away from.
But getting evicted and sleeping in my car resulted in him making me an offer I could not refuse. Sell my soul, fulfill his needs and he'll take care of me.
It was a business arrangement, but I should have known the moment he called me his little kitten that it would not be that clean cut.
A month into our arrangement, I missed my period. How would I tell a man in his fifties, hellbent on no strings attached, that he was about to be a father?
Bought
An age-gap billionaire romance
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Lily Black
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Contents
1. Tatum
2. Reece
3. Tatum
4. Reece
5. Tatum
6. Reece
7. Tatum
8. Reese
9. Tatum
10. Reece
11. Tatum
12. Reece
13. Tatum
14. Reece
15. Tatum
16. Reece
17. Tatum
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Lily Black
Chapter 1
Tatum
The stench of cigar smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the strong scent of alcohol and deviance. The sound of laughter, drunken conversation, and men and women in the throes of ecstasy drifted from all directions. It was another godforsaken night in Encore, the gentlemen's club where I worked as a waitress, enduring the relentless gaping and verbal abuse by my boss, Bill, and groping and lewd comments from the clients. Today, it was as if fate had delivered several crueler blows. My rent cheque bounced, and my asshole landlord showed up, threatening to evict me.
“You, okay?” My friend Alyssa asked as she came up behind me at the bar. We were waiting for Ryan to prepare our drinks orders. The club was bustling tonight.
“Yeah, peachy,” I sighed. “Just a crappy day, and Bill isn’t making it any better.”
“He’s such an asshole. He forgets he manages this place and not our fucking lives.”
“Order up, Tate,” Ryan said, placing a tray before me.
“Thanks, Ryan. See you later, Lys.”
I wiped the beads of sweat from my brow, my feet throbbing in protest in heels. I can’t wait to kick off. The dimly lit room was alive with leering men, their eyes filled with lust scanning my body, their intentions clear. Still, they paid good money for the company of stunning women, and we waitresses got huge tips if they liked what they saw.
Getting ogled at was one thing. Bill, though, took the prize for making me feel like the dirt beneath his expensive shoes. I hated the man. Everybody did.
I was serving a group of rowdy businessmen at a nearby table when the devil himself sauntered over, his bloated belly leading the way. Seeing him made bile rise in my throat, but I swallowed it, knowing the consequences of defiance. His jet-black hair, likely dyed, was slicked back like a fucking sicko. Gold chains hung from his neck over his silver silk shirt.
Bill grabbed my arm with a grip that felt like a vice, his sausage-like fingers digging into my flesh. "Move your fucking ass, you useless bitch! Your other clients are getting impatient! I don’t pay you to "
The pain shot through me like a lightning bolt, igniting a fire of anger deep within my core. I wanted to lash out, claw at him, but I knew better than to challenge him. Bill loved his power and relished his ability to crush spirits like discarded cigarette butts.
Before I could utter a word, a voice sliced through the air like a razor-sharp blade. "Let her go, William."
Reece Kingston, a regular at the club, towered over us. His piercing blue eyes were ablaze with anger and something else. His gaze never left Bill.
Bill's face twisted into a grotesque mask of fury, his stubbled chin jutting out like a snarling beast. "This is none of your business, Kingston," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
Reece's voice remained steady; his eyes fixed on the bloated bully. "I'm the guy who can and will have you thrown out of this club with one phone. Toren is a good friend, and you’re dumber than you think if you believe I will stand by while you treat a woman like that. Let. Her. Go. Now."
A charged silence descended upon the club, the raucous laughter and clinking glasses silenced by the brewing storm. Every eye was fixed on the impending clash, the air heavy with anticipation.
“You’d do all that for this piece of trash,” Bill scoffs, his face twisted in rage.
“Now, I’m not going to ask you to refrain from talking to her like that, William,” Reece said with a low growl.
Bill turned, and I thought he might actually be retreating, but then he turned back, his meaty fist swinging wildly at Reece, whose face remained stoic. Reece, quick as a serpent, sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid and calculated. And in a split second, his fist shot forward, connecting with Bill's jaw in a satisfying thud.
Time seemed to freeze as Bill staggered backward, crashing into a table, sending glasses shattering and drinks cascading in a chaotic symphony.
Stunned, I stood there, my heart racing like a wild horse. Why would someone like Mr. Kingston defend me?
And as if reading my mind, he turned his piercing gaze towards me, concern etched in his rugged features. Despite the altercation, his silver hair wasn’t an inch out of place. He was still utterly gorgeous and composed.
"Are you okay, Tatum?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. He knew my name. I didn’t know anyone even knew my full name here.
I nodded, a wave of emotions crashing over me, rendering me momentarily speechless. “I am, sir. Thank you, I should…”
“Yes, you should go home, and when you arrive tomorrow. This piece of trash will be thrown out.” He nodded at Bill, who groaned and tried to stand.
Alyssa was at my side, her green eyes wide with concern. “Come on, I’ll drive you. One of the girls will cover our shift.”
“No…I’ll be fine,” I said, waving her off.
“Tatum, listen to your friend.” Mr. Kingston said, and I did as he said, letting Alyssa lead me to the back of the club, where we changed out of our uniform and into comfortable clothing.
“That asshole got what he deserved,” Alyssa said as we walked to her car. “He had no right talking to you that way.”
“And I might just be out of a job,” I mutter.
“I doubt a man like Reece Kingston will let Bill keep running the club after what he did. That man has some serious connections. I’ve never met the club owner, but I hear Kingston and Mr. James go way back.
When we’re in her car, I feel like I can finally breathe. “Thank you, Lys. I appreciate you driving me home.”
“Anytime, babe,” she said, backing out of the parking.
Chapter 2
Reece
The club had become my personal purgatory, a place where time seemed to stand still, a haven for me to act out my most deviant desires. But then Tatum started working there, and all I could do was watch the young and extremely alluring waitress. I’ve been drawn to her like a moth to a flame for months.
It didn’t matter that I was a man in my fifties, and she was a blossoming twenty-one-year-old. That much I gathered from her employee file.
The lure of the forbidden ignited a maddening storm within me. Tatum sends fire coursing through my veins. Since her arrival, every woman I lost myself in had to match her description. Petite but with curves, a dark mass of curls, and dark eyes that pierced my very soul. Every woman who choked on my cock, had her face painted with my cum, had her pussy or ass pounded; they were all Tatum.
She was unlike the other girls in the club. Her spirit shone through her eyes, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished. There was a vulnerability about her too, and it pulled at my heartstrings. I fantasized about holding her in my lap, smoothing her hair as she rested on my chest, protecting her from the darkness that consumed this and every place.
This world didn’t deserve a girl like Tatum Lucas.
I’d done my research. She’d been transferred from one foster home to another since she was six, and her parents died in a car accident. She’d worked her whole life, and when I witnessed William, the repugnant club owner, treating her with such disdain, a rage I could no longer suppress surged in me. The sight of him manhandling her, belittling her worth, fueled a fury that burned hotter than the embers of hell. I had to step in and defend her. Consequences be damned.
The club buzzed with activity as I leaned against the bar, a whiskey in hand, the burn of the alcohol offering temporary solace. My eyes were trained on Tatum, her graceful figure darting between tables, her smile brightening the gloom th at clung to this place. I tried to ignore the primal hunger that stirred within me, the raw desire that threatened to consume my every thought. Every man that looked at her deserved to meet the end of my Glock barrel.
"Mr. Kingston, are you alright, sir?" the bartender, Ryan, called out. “Your usual table is ready. I could get one of the girls to escort you.”
I took a swig of my drink, the amber liquid warming my insides. I didn’t bother replying. I would go to my usual table when I was good and ready.
Ryan's eyes flickered towards Tate, then back to me. "She's something else, that girl. Never seen someone like her around here."
A bitter chuckle escaped my lips as I glanced at Ryan, a hint of resignation in his eyes the moment I looked at him. "Yeah, that's the problem, ain't it? She's young, full of life. She shouldn’t be in a place like this."
Ryan leaned in, his voice lowering. "That’s for sure. It was nice of you to defend her the other night. Bill was horrible to everyone. The new Manager started today. She seems like she knows what she’s doing."
This conversation was becoming laborious. “Tell her to come to my table with another one of these,” I said, setting my glass down.
Finally, she approached my table cautiously.
“Mr. Kingston.” Her lyrical voice instantly traveled to my cock. I’d love to hear her call me Mr. Kingston while on her knees with her mouth stuffed with cock. That was where a girl like her belonged.
“Tatum, how are you?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Better. I never got a chance to really thank you for what you did the other night.”
“Oh, there’s no need. No one should treat you that way. Not unless you asked them to.”
Her eyes widened, and she cleared her throat. “Nonetheless, thank you.”
"You don't have to endure any of this, you know. You could leave this place behind and start over."
She stared at me. “Some of us don’t have that option, Mr. Kingston.”
I smirked. "I wouldn’t say all that if I had no solution. Come work for me. I think I could find a solution that is beneficial for us." My eyes raked over her body.
“Why me?”
“Why not you? A woman with your looks and grace would look perfect on my arm.” I don’t know if it’s the alcohol talking, but she seemed to understand the undertone of my proposal.
“And that would be my job, sir?”
I chuckled. “Pleasing me. And in return, you will want for nothing.”
She bit her bottom lip, and I knew she was contemplating my words.
“Don’t give me an answer now,” I said. “But I’m not a man who likes to be kept waiting, either.”
She nodded, and I watched her walk away with a raging hard-on. Draining the last remnants of my drink, I went to one of the private rooms.
Chapter 3
Tatum
My apartment had an EVICTED notice on the door. Great! Just fucking great! This was precisely what I needed to end a long shift. My minimal belongings were strewn on the grassy patch that served as a play area in the run-down complex.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" I let out a long, labored sigh, sinking to the ground, tapping my head against the door. The weight of despair settled on me like a heavy fog, suffocating any glimmer of hope that remained.
My old Datsun was parked nearby. The faithful rust bucket had carried me through thick and thin. With a heavy heart, I started loading my belongings into the car. But where would I go? I had no family, no friends to lean on. This apartment was nothing special: one room, a tiny kitchen, and a bathroom with a barely working geyser, but it was cheap. The owner, Hernandez, was a real piece of work. I just needed two more nights, and I’d have fucking paid the rent. I think about calling him, begging to be let in, but I know it’s hopeless.
I crammed the last bag into the trunk, climbed into my car, and headed to the club, the only place that offered some stability.
A knock on the window startled me as I settled in the back seat. A deep, familiar voice called out. "Tatum! What the hell are you doing out here? Are you sleeping in your car?"
I turned to see Mr. Kingston, looking resplendent in his tailored suit, his eyes now darkened pools of navy fixed on me with a mix of concern and anger. My stomach sank. Would he tell the owner and have me thrown out? I rolled down my window, my face burning with embarrassment.
"I got evicted," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. "I have nowhere else to go. Please don’t tell the owner. I’ll find someplace else to sleep."
Reece's jaw clenched, and his expression softened. "Get out of the car. Now."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he would do. The cold air made me shudder. I was still in my waitress uniform, which did little to hide my body. He removed his coat and wrapped it around me.
“Grab whatever you need. The essentials. You’re coming with me.”
I tried to protest, feeling uneasy, but something in his demeanor told me to trust him. I grabbed my backpack with all my most valued possessions, which wasn’t much, to begin with, just some journals I wrote music in, my social security card, ATM card. I took my small suitcase with a few clothes, mainly my uniforms, jeans and a few T-shirts. A man took the bags from me, his driver, I assumed, and loaded them in the trunk of an SUV. The driver climbed into my car without instruction, and Mr. Kingston led me to his vehicle.
“Danny will take care of your vehicle.”
When I was in the passenger seat, he leaned over and made sure I was buckled in. His scent, his eyes, everything about this man was intense. He took the driver's seat of the SUV.
As we pulled away from the club, I stole glances at him, wondering what he was thinking. His jaw was clenched, fingers tight on the steering wheel. "Where are we going?" I finally asked, breaking the tense silence.
"To my place," he replied firmly. "You're not sleeping in a damn parking lot."
"Mr. Kingston, I can't just impose on you like this."
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "You're not imposing. I offered you a job, remember? This could be a part of it. You'll stay with me as long as the arrangement benefits us both. After that, you’ll be well taken care of if you choose to leave."
I was taken aback by his unwavering determination to have me work for him and his desire to help me. I knew what he meant. I wasn’t an idiot, but still, I was grateful not to sleep in my car tonight. "You could have any girl in that club. More experienced girls who would know how to…you know…do the things you want."
His eyes met mine briefly, darkening. "Because I want you."
The weight of his words hung in the air, and my heart skipped a beat. This man, who exuded power and control, wanted me. What choice did I have anyway? It’s catering to this gorgeous man’s needs or being on the street. I have done the latter enough to know I never want to be there again.
His hand settled on my thigh as we drove. I could not deny how good it felt, warm and large, sending prickles all over my skin.
When we arrived at his opulent apartment, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and intimidation as I stepped inside. It was a world away from the run-down complex I had just left. Everything was luxurious, from the elegant furnishings to the breathtaking view of the city skyline.
