Master & Student (The Billionaire's Way 2)

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.

I look out and see this massives ship. It must be at least three hundred feet long. I step onto the gangplank and make my way onto this ship that looks like it belongs in a cruise line. When I step on board, I see a half-naked woman running around the deck. I have no idea if she is high or if she is running for her life. This place is getting surreal.

We walk inside the cabin where this horrible electronic music is pumping. Sergy takes off his jacket and throws it to one of his bodyguards. He grabs my hi**ps and begins to grind against my as**s.

I pull myself away. Sergey tries to slap me. I grab his arm and slap him back. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that. “Oh you like to fight?! I like to fight!” Sergey says as he tackles me onto the floor. He begins to kiss my neck and run his hands up my skirt.

I roll off of the young as**shole and punch him right in the nose. One of the huge bodyguards begins to laugh. Sergey puts his hand over his nose. Oh f**k, I think I’ve really f**ked up this time. I am about to get myself killed.

Sergey stands up. One of his gorilla bodyguards hands him a napkin. He is bleeding a little bit from his nose. The dictator’s son looks at me and smiles. “We are going to have a fun night you crazy little bitch,” Sergey says in a tone that sends a shiver down my spine.

I look at my watch. I have to keep this nutjob occupied for three and a half more hours. How the hell am I going to pull that off?! Think, dammit, think. I walk over to a bar and decide that my best tactic is to get this guy so drunk, he will pass out. Then I can simply sneak off of the boat at 3 a.m.

I grab a bottle of Vodka and open it. I take a sip straight from the bottle. “That is not how you drink vodka!” Sergey yells as he grabs the bottle. The dictator’s son begins to down the entire bottle without coming up for air.

Sergey then throws the bottle across the cabin and walks up to me. He puts his hands around my waist and tries to give me a kiss. I push him away. At this point, some of the other girls walk inside the cabin. Sergey grabs a brunette and begins to make out with her. Good. That gives me a little break from this maniac.