On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

Mr. Peak eyeballs the four monster bodyguards. He looks like he is ready to throw down. A handful of worried Casino execs come between them. My boss grabs his betting plaques and storms off.

I awkwardly stand there for a moment. Sergey looks up at me and grabs my hand, positioning me right behind him. “You will be my good luck charm tonight,” the dictator’s son says as he places a 700,000 Euro bet on the next hand.

Alright, I know this is going to make me sound like I am completely insane. But I actually find myself complimented by the fact that this nutjob wants me to be his good luck charm. I look around and see six very attractive women in Sergey’s “circle” along with a dozen or so bodyguards.

One of the women in particular is glaring down at me with scorn in her eyes. She is about six feet tall, with brown hair and a very strong looking body. My guess is that I just supplanted her as Sergey’s “favorite bitch.” This is starting to get uncomfortable.

The next hand is dealt. Sergey wins. He grabs his winnings and throws his hands up in the air. Then he pulls me down and kisses me on the mouth. Now that is f**king gross. I almost slapped him. That would have certainly made the evening more interesting.

As I try to get back behind Sergey, that tall blonde woman shoves me out of the way. She grabs the back of Sergey’s chair and just locks herself in behind the young man. I can’t allow this to happen. But what the f**k am I supposed to do? This woman is about seven inches taller than me. She could snap me in two.

I stand to the left of the dictator’s son. He wins a couple of hands and loses a few along the way. Sergey is beginning to get a little bored. Between hands, the young man starts to count his betting plaques. “I have made 2.5 million Euros in the last hour. I f**king love Monte Carlo!” Sergey bellows.

The dictator’s son looks around and yells, “Where is General Zhukov?! I want to show that f**ker that I just made his entire annual salary in one hour.” Oh f**k! Sergey can not discover that the General is nowhere to be found. If his bodyguards start to search for the General, then they may find Zhukov with Mr. Peak.All of our lives are in danger.

The bodyguards stay next to Sergey but they start looking around the VIP area for the General. I need a distraction and I need it fast. I look up at that tall bitch. I look down at that big diamond ring Mr. Peak gave me.

I make a fist, grab the tall bitch by the hair and punch her right in the chin. She goes down. I go down. We begin to fight on the floor. She starts to choke me while I try to claw out her eyeballs. All of the bodyguards struggle to separate us.

The entire VIP room is in shock. Sergey starts jumping up and down laughing like a mad man. “I f**king love it. Two beautiful bitches are fighting over me! This is going to be the best night ever!”

Sergey orders his bodyguards to grab his betting plaques. The crazy young man looks at me and grabs my hand. The tall model kicks one of Sergey’s bodyguards in the shin and calls him an “Odostan Scumbag.”

“Yeah, well you get out of here you Ukraine whore!” Sergey yells as he throws a 100,000 pound Euro plaque at the girl’s face. The tall woman grabs the plaque and throws her right shoe at Sergey. Then she runs out of the casino.

The dictator’s son loves it. One of the bodyguards looks like he is ready to rip the head off of that tall babe before Sergey stops him. “Forget her. We are going back to my boat to party!” the young man proclaims as he leads me out of the casino.

Sergey and the bodyguards have completely forgotten about General Zhukov. I intend to keep it that way. As Sergey walks out of the casino, I run my hands up and down his back. “I can’t wait to see your Mega-Yacht,” I purr as Sergey smirks with the unearned arrogance of a spoiled trust-fund kid.

A fleet of Mercedes G Series trucks waits for us. Sergey, myself and two bodyguards climb into one of the trucks while the other girls and the other bodyguards pile into the rest of the vehicles.

Damn, I am doing my job a little too well. Sergey is just staring at me like a piece of meat. He runs his right hand up my thigh. I instinctively stop him before he goes too far. He gives me a little slap on the face.

“You don’t act like an uptight bitch to me,” Sergey says as he squeezes my cheek.

Now I get scared. This guy is not afraid to kill anyone. “Let’s wait until we get back to the boat,” I say as I run my fingers through Sergey’s well-groomed hair.

The Mercedes truck doesn’t waste any time getting to the yacht. We stop in about two minutes. The bodyguards open the door and Sergey is kind enough to spank my as**s as I exit the vehicle. Good God, this is going to be a long night.