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  My Vampire Billionaire Boss

  Marian Tee

  My Vampire Billionaire Boss

  by Marian Tee

  Copyright 2020 by Streak Digital Publishing

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Blurb

  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Dear Readers,

  BEAST OF MINE: An Excerpt

  MY WEREWOLF PROFESSOR: An Excerpt

  THE ART OF CLAIMING AN ALPHA (MY WEREWOLF BODYGUARD): An Excerpt

  MY WEREWOLF HUSBAND: An Excerpt

  Blurb

  Spencer de Vries was tired of being in love with her billionaire boss, and not having him even realize she was a woman. So she went ahead and sold her virginity to a stranger as a symbolic way to end her feelings for him and move on for good. And it should've worked. It could've worked...except for one unforeseen twist of fate.

  Etienne Hirsche was in a race against time, and the only hope of his race rested in the form of a human girl whose virginity he had purchased through an auction house. The girl had requested for anonymity, and while he had come to her under the cover of darkness, what she didn't know was that he wasn't human...and that the absence of light did nothing to impair his sight.

  And it was then he found out that the woman waiting for him in bed was none other than the snarky brat who had been working for him for years.

  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Spencer's throat tightened the moment she felt the bed dip. No backing out, she reminded herself. No one had forced her to do this, and there was no way out now. But the moment she felt a large, strong hand settle on her knee, panic instantly struck, and a powerful tremor shook her body.

  I don't think I can do this!

  She pushed the hand away without thinking, but before she could even turn or crawl away, hands unerringly found her waist, and then she was being dragged down---

  Her lips parted, but her scream was lost in the hard, hot mouth that was suddenly covering hers in a kiss that made not the slightest attempt to woo or soothe. She tried to fight back, tried to push him away, but he was too strong, so impossibly strong, and God, of course he wouldn't stop, not when he was only keeping to her third request: don't let me back out.

  But even so, she tried to struggle, even tried to knee him in the groin. She tried everything, and everything failed, and even worse was the way she could feel her body already weakening, the arousing heat of his powerful, hard body making her feel things she had never thought possible she would feel for any other man. God. Oh God. Was this really going to happen? Was this really supposed to happen?

  Confusion was starting to make her lose focus, her body starting to tremble for another reason under the relentless force of his kiss. God. Oh God. She felt the kiss deepen, demanding control and dominion, and as his mouth finally pried her lips to fully open, his tongue immediately drove past her teeth.

  Oooooooooooh.

  It was like...like sorcery at work, her resistance yielding little by little under every stroke of his tongue. This kiss demanded her total submission, but at the same time it promised something else and offered a seductive glimpse of the other thing she had asked for: this man would be so good in bed...she wouldn't want the night to end.

  That promise was all hers, that promise could and would come true, and all she had to do was...surrender.

  Chapter One

  VIP Productions, it said on the darkly tinted glass door of Room 481. It sounded very much professional, especially with the letters all spelled out in lacquered calligraphy. No one was likely to believe her if she told them VIP stood for Virginity Isn't Priceless, which was the truth.

  After giving her name through the wireless intercom, she was buzzed in, and Spencer was pleasantly surprised to find the office looking more like a high-end clinic with its tiled walls and flooring. She had imagined the place to look something between a seedy motel and an over-the-top bordello and had feared that such a tawdry setup might end up making her change her mind.

  But this was much, much better, and Spencer found herself relaxing even more when the receptionist started discussing specifics in a calm and professional manner.

  "Thank you for coming so quickly, Ms. de Vries. We're very much delighted to inform you that we've found you the perfect match."

  "That's, um, fast?" It had been barely 48 hours since she last submitted all the required documents, and in all honesty, even that part of the "application" process had been a little odd. To sell one's virginity, Spencer had been thinking she would be asked to submit a medical clearance to prove she wasn't suffering from any sexually transmitted disease or, worse, naked photos.

  Instead, the agency had asked for a blood profile report, the results of her most recent medical exam, and a letter from her gynecologist, certifying the intact condition of her hymen. Other than the last, none of it made sense, but at this point she didn't really care. She just wanted to get rid of her V-card, and the sooner it happened, the---

  "Ms. de Vries?"

  Spencer started in her seat. "Sorry, what was that?"

  "It's fine, Ms. de Vries. I was asking if it's alright that we go through all the special conditions you and the other party have set for the transaction?"

  She couldn't keep her lips from twitching even as she managed a nod in response. Transaction, huh? The term was a little on the cold-blooded side, but she was fine with that.

  "For your conditions, you requested that the other party - to quote your own words - 'be so good in bed that you wouldn't want the night to end.' Did I have that right, Ms. de Vries?"

  "Yup." She managed to maintain eye contact somehow despite the way her cheeks had instantly heated up at how graphic her request had been. God. If only she could excuse herself by thinking she was drunk while submitting that request. Oh, if only. But as anyone close to her would know, she had never touched a single drop of alcohol her entire life.

  "There's no need to feel embarrassed about these things," the receptionist said gently. "It's actually quite refreshing, considering how most times, the requests we receive are material in nature. And in any case---there is your other request, too. You asked that the transaction be conducted in a manner where both of your identities remain anonymous, correct?"

  Spencer nodded. "Is it possible?"

  "Absolutely." There was a delicate pause. "And for the third..."

  Spencer lifted her chin. "I'm still good with that."

  The receptionist merely nodded. "The good news is that the other party is willing and able to meet all three of your conditions."

  "But?" Spencer's tone was stiff. "There's a but, isn't it?"

  "The other party has his own request that you must meet as well."

  Spencer couldn't help feeling wary. "Go on."

  "The transaction has to take place tonight---"

  "What?"

  "And if you agree..." The receptionist handed her a prepaid credit card. "Please use this to book a suite in any hotel of your choosing, and after which, you are to immediately text the booking details to the other party." The receptionist gave her a business card next, and Spencer was surprised to find it completely blank save for a mobile phone number.

  "Is this for real?" Who the heck would print a business card without any other information except for his number?

  The receptionist gave her a politely bland smile. "It's for real." She then offered a pen to Spencer, saying, "If you have no objections, Ms. de Vries, then we only need you to sign the contract, and payment shall be deposited to your account within the hour."

  "Any word about my driver?" Etienne asked as he handed his keys to the valet before bounding up the entrance stairs of the hotel.

  "I'm afraid not, sir. All we know is that a request for emergency leave has been filed at 4:05 p.m."

  "Update me if you know any more." Frown lines continued to mar the billionaire's forehead even as he pocketed his phone after the call. That brat had been driving for him for over two years now, and this was the first time the smartass hadn't shown up for work.

  Countless heads turned the moment Etienne entered the hotel, with most of the women feeling an almost inexplicably strong attraction towards the tall and powerful-looking figure striding past them. His patrician features reminded them of English lords of the past, and his silky black locks had their fingers itching to feel its texture. But what really drew them, more than anything else, was the aura of danger and mystery surrounding him, which hinted of something almost viciously rough and decadently sexy burning under his handmade Italian suits.

  "Told you, babe," one girl
whispered to her companion. "He's a walking thirst trap, and I'm betting if you get into his bed, you'll find him turning into a beast."

  The words, uttered in a hushed whisper dozens of feet away, weren't meant to be heard by the man they were talking about. But it was, since they were right about him. He was a beast, only he wasn't the kind that grew fur and shifted into another form. Instead, he was a Caro; his kind drank blood to survive, and it was because he was what he was that Etienne was now on his way up to deflower a woman he had never met.

  A study conducted by the finest scientists of his race had recently discovered new properties of sangferia. It meant virgin's blood in their language, and if consumed directly from a source, sangferia could exponentially increase a Caro's strength. Further tests revealed that the potency of sangferia depended on factors such as the source's health and profile. Even the thickness of hymen mattered; the more it hurt apparently, the sweeter and stronger the virgin's blood would be.

  It would have been ideal if he could conduct his search for a chemically compatible source in a more private manner, but with vampires once again razing the realm of Faes and Faeries, Etienne's guts told him that the vampires would only grow more aggressive in the coming days.

  And so the hunt had begun, with numerous virginity auction houses involved, and after the amount of time and effort the entire searching and matching process had consumed, when VIP Productions finally contacted him about having found a suitable match, he had been more than willing to say yes to all of the girl's demands. He didn't really give a damn what the girl's reasons were for selling her virginity. Nothing mattered as long as he was able to take her virginity and consume her blood in the process.

  Etienne's nostrils flared when a familiar scent struck him as he tapped the card key against the reader and let himself in. That scent reminded him of one person alone, but it was so damn impossible he decided it was probably because he had been thinking of her too much that the memory of her scent was now messing with his senses.

  Every square inch of the suite was expectedly swathed in darkness, but because he was no ordinary human, Etienne's eyes had no trouble adapting, and he saw everything as if all of the lights were still on. A girl was on the bed, with her back to him, and only her head poking out of the covers, and the moment she heard him open the door, her heartbeat had instantly raced like she was about to compete in a marathon inside her mind.

  Poor, innocent, little lamb.

  It was not in Etienne's nature to be compassionate - Caros, in fact, were one of the most inherently selfish and hedonistic races there was - but there was something about the anxious thudding of this girl's heart that almost made him feel inclined to carelessly drop a word or two of comfort.

  And he probably would have, too, if not for those requests of hers. She had requested anonymity, after all, and her sangferia was too precious for him to risk saying or doing something that could be considered a violation of their contract.

  The safest and quickest way to deal with this night, Etienne decided, was to keep things impersonal, take her virginity with his fingers, drink her sangferia. And after that, he would - per her request - give her the best fucking night of her life.

  So relax, my little precious.

  He walked towards the bed at an unhurried pace and deliberately made his footsteps audible, knowing it was expected of him. If he had walked towards her like he normally would, his Caro abilities would only have her freak out, and that, he definitely didn't need.

  When he finally reached the side of the king-sized bed, his gambit had paid off, with the way her breathing had gone back to normal and her heart no longer thudding against her chest. But still, he made no move to reach her just yet, wanting the girl to have more time to adjust to his presence.

  Another minute passed, and then she was stirring and turning towards him---

  Etienne sucked his breath.

  Spencer?

  Hazel eyes that could be feral one moment and affectionate the next...

  Lips that were most often either curled in disgust or pursed in a fit of irritation in his presence...

  He would never mistake those features for anyone, and despite the heavy darkness that still shrouded the hotel suite, Etienne's Caro eyes saw her face as clearly as if the sun was shining down her cat-like face.

  No fucking wonder he had imagined Spencer's scent lingering in this room, he thought disbelievingly. It was because she truly was here, and he now had no fucking idea what to do next.

  Why the hell would a prude like her choose to sell her virginity, dammit? Hadn't they resolved all her financial concerns when he signed her bloody contract and even purchased a bloody apartment in a continuing care community for her beloved grandmother?

  So what the hell was this?

  Etienne had the strongest urge to demand answers from her then and there, but then he thought of the risk of having her back out of their deal, and his jaw clamped shut.

  There was no telling how she'd react if she knew she had sold his virginity to him, and if she ended up backing out, what then? He had no idea if another chemically compatible virgin like Spencer existed, and he was already running out of time as it was, with the vampires likely to launch another attack anytime soon.

  These thoughts, along with a thousand others, raced through Etienne's mind in a matter of seconds...only to disappear just as swiftly, the moment he saw Spencer rise up to a sitting position,

  and as she ran a hand through the golden locks of her hair, the covers fell to reveal her already naked body.

  Fuck.

  He was hard as a rock in an instant, his dick stretching into its full size in a fraction of a second and was now doing its best to poke a hole out of his pants.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  But it was already too late. The Caro in him that was a slave to carnal pleasures had risen and taken over, and there was no turning back now.

  He hungered for her.

  And he would have her.

  Chapter Two

  Spencer caught her breath the moment she heard the rustle of clothes slowly being undressed. The sound was terrifying and erotic, and try as she might, she couldn't help imagining it was someone tall, hard, and beautiful, just like---

  Stop right there, idiot!

  Etienne had just dispensed his shirt when he saw Spencer suddenly start shaking her head like she was listening to hardcore metal, a gesture that she would've rightly assumed to be unseen, but since he was Caro...

  A smile slowly curved over his lips as he tossed his belt away and started unbuttoning his pants. Beautiful little Spencer...he had long grudgingly accepted her knack for surprising him, but this decision of hers certainly took the cake. A regular churchgoer like her shouldn't even be thinking of premarital sex, much less dealing with her virginity this way, but here they were now, with Spencer unknowingly treating him to the sight of her lovely tits.

  Was he naked yet, Spencer couldn't help wondering with a gulp. She had a feeling "the other party" already was, but then again, maybe that was just her nervousness making her silly?

  Either way...it didn't matter, she told herself. What was done was done, and she just had to make the most out of tonight.

  Etienne saw Spencer square her shoulders as if she had resolved an internal struggle, and the movement inadvertently drew his copper gaze back to her tits. He had always liked his women big-breasted, but Spencer's small, perky breasts proved to have an appeal of their own, and he could feel his fangs sharpening out in his desire to taste them.