I paid the billionaire with the only thing I had.
I went to the Billionaires Club to save my family. My grandmother and little brother were going hungry at home, and selling my virginity was the only answer.
But when I got up on stage, it all went kaput. I passed out, stone cold and dead to the world, and suddenly the advance I’d received from the Club was a noose over my head because I had no way to pay it back.
But he let me stay.
Kane Caldwell kept me on as his maid, someone to see to his every need. Don’t get me wrong, there was no cooking nor cleaning. In fact, there were no chores whatsoever.
But nothing in life is free, and I paid the billionaire in an entirely different way …
Hey Readers – We're back at the Billionaires Club where ANYTHING can happen. Buckle your seatbelts for some yummy, tasty filth. Enjoy! Xoxo, Cassandra