Sex with the Mafia King

I pulled down my dress for the second time that night. I had never worn anything that short before, and leather was hotter than I thought it would be.

I was in a red leather dress that reached a few inches below my ass and showed too much cleavage. It hugged my body like a second skin and even made me a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have to do this, Serena," Lily told me.

"I have to."

"What are you going to do once you're there? You don't even know if you'll find what you're looking for. This is dangerous."

"I need to at least try."

She didn't try to talk me out of what I was planning because she knew that I wouldn't listen to her. When I made up my mind, there was no changing it. I didn't risk my life to come to New York for nothing.

Like the good friend she was, Lily helped me put on a blonde wig to match my outfit. My hair was brunette, and needed to be blonde to pull off my plan.

I also had fake contact lenses to replace my green eyes with blue ones and a fake, realistic nose to mask my features a little bit more.

After I put on the wig, I left the dressing room and walked back to where all the girls were lined up. We were in a strip club getting picked to go to a billionaire's house so he could choose the woman he wanted for the night.

Lily had some dirt on the owner of the strip club, so she was able to get him to include me in the line-up. Apparently, the billionaire had a preference for blonde women.

A tall and muscular man walked around picking women he intended to take to the mansion, and I prayed I would be among them. Otherwise, all my efforts would have been in vain.

"You," the man said as he pointed at me.

I felt a huge sense of relief because I had been chosen. It felt like a golden moment. All ten of us who had been chosen were blindfolded and put in a van.

The billionaire in question was elusive.

He was rarely ever seen in public, and he didn't like interacting with people. He had to have women delivered to his home because he couldn't come out and choose them for himself. If that wasn't dystopian, I didn't know what was.

The ride had to have taken at least thirty minutes. When we arrived, we were each pulled from the car and led into a house. Once inside, our blindfolds were removed.

The billionaire came into view. He was sitting on a couch with a drink in his hand. He had glasses over his eyes and a nerdy look to him.

He had dark hair and the palest gray eyes I had ever seen. They were...strange, and the most noticeable thing about him, apart from the chiseled jawline that