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Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby
Author: Elizabeth Lynx


Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby

 


I NEVER MEANT TO GET stuck in a dark closet, naked, at the holiday gala.

As a self-made billionaire and head of my tech company, the last thing I thought would happen was being pranked by my brother at an expensive gala. Instead of mingling among the crowd of potential investors, I was cold and alone with only some holiday string to keep me company. But then a Christmas miracle happened...

The door opened and a beautiful woman appeared. My savior. Until she stepped inside, the door swinging closed and automatically locking behind her.

Now she’s trapped with me. All we had was time. Might as well get to know each other.

I took the coat check job because it was a paycheck, but then I struck gold... a naked hottie stuck in a closet with me.

I may not be one of those “career-minded” adults you read about, but I was responsible enough to pay my bills. When my sister told me about an easy coat check job that paid, I was happy to spend one night in a closet.

But I swore that fancy, old hotel where the gala took place was haunted. Why? Because I heard the rumblings of an unsettled spirit back in the deep recesses of a hidden room next to the coat closet.

I went in that room to face the spirit, but then something crazy happened. He wasn’t a ghost, but a man. Not just a man but a naked one with a very large, uh, package.

All I had to say was, thanks Santa, for bring me exactly what I wished.

 

 

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Chapter 1

 


Monty

ONE DAY. ONE DAY MY brother would pay for this.

“I’m naked.” I gnashed my teeth and raised my voice just enough for James to hear.

As I pressed my ear to the door, I heard his muffled snickering.

“And your point, Monty?” he responded with annoying glee.

My younger brother might have been the funny one, but I was clever. And whenever I got him back, I would make sure he never saw it coming.

James wasn’t going to let me out. The realization settled on me with irritation like a bang from a flat tire on a dirt road in the middle of July. I felt deflated and desperate. The only person with a spare wanted something so idiotic, thoughts of peeing in his ice cube tray filled my head.

Turning from the door, I looked around. I couldn’t see anything. The small room had no light. Blackness might have been engulfing me, but I wouldn’t let it hold me down.

There had to be a way out of this dark prison he held me in without resorting to his stupid plan.

“I told you, I won’t streak naked through the Jingle Ball. These people didn’t pay five thousand dollars a plate to raise money for testicular cancer to have me do a naked dance with my cock wrapped up like a candy cane as I shout, ‘I’m giving licks away because I’m a festive fuck.’”

He coughed.

“Oh, man . . . when you say it out loud like that, I realize what a brilliant idea this was. My viewers will love it. And don’t forget to wrap that red ribbon around your dick tight enough that it won’t fall off. You didn’t throw the ribbon away, did you?”

I knew he wanted to film it for his VidTube channel, Joke’in James. I was a rational man who loved his brothers. They were family, and I would do just about anything for family. Anything but this . . .

I was happy for James that he found success with his prank channel, but he promised he’d never include me in one of his episodes. I wouldn’t even donate to his business until he swore not to include me in his videos.

Yet, here I was, naked, in a closet, with a red ribbon in my hand about to plead with him to let me go.

“You know Rock will kill you. We’re here to spread the word about his exclusive resort, The Blue Spot, which opens in the spring. How will anyone want to stay there if I run amok, naked and flashing my candy cane dick around?”

More laughter. I sighed and leaned against the cool door. I had given up trying to jiggle the handle several minutes ago. The lock was solid, as was the wood they made the door from. Yes, I had also flung my body against it.

Only James could let me out. He held the power to my freedom and, therefore, my humiliation.

“What our big brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean he won’t find out, James. You will post it on your channel, and that’s when Rock will see it.”

I loved my brothers. Rock was like a father to me, and James was the baby of the family. After our parents died almost ten years ago, Rock took care of us, and I tried my best to keep an eye on James.

Rock helped us find success. First with me and my app business, and then with James. He was even James’s first cameraman for his channel. He put his life on hold so we could find our way in the world.

And now it was his turn. Rock dreamed of opening a resort, and I jumped at the chance to help him, both with investing and now with promoting The Blue Spot at this swanky charity ball.

Besides, I wanted to expand my business into unique areas of technology. I might have been a billionaire, but I still required investments to expand. How better than to schmooze with other wealthy people?

The Jingle Ball was the perfect opportunity for me and my brother. But, of course, James had to ruin it. I loved him too, but sometimes he forgot that his actions affected others. Not everyone wanted in on the joke.

“Fair point. Maybe we change it up a little. There’s an auction happening right before the main meal . . . What if I offer you up to the highest bidder?”

Groaning, I knocked my head against the door a few times until I felt dizzy.

“How is that better?”

“I never said it was better. But it popped into my head and sounded funny, so why not?”

He didn’t continue. There was only silence. I pushed my ear up to the door but couldn’t hear a thing. James wouldn’t leave me here, would he?

“James? You still there?”

“Yes. Just checking my subscriber numbers. I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back. And remember, the streaking will take less than a minute. You do this, and a minute later, you can dress and enjoy the party. I’ll leave you with that thought.”

I rolled my eyes and mumbled, “Yeah. I’ll enjoy the party in handcuffs.”

There was no way I was streaking. I wasn’t nineteen years old and drunk at a party. I was twenty-eight, head of my company, Diaz Technologies, and was here for business.

There had to be another way out. Even in the most complicated math equations, there was always an answer. And I had yet to discover a problem I couldn’t solve.

Perhaps something in this room would help.

My fingers stretched across the smooth wall as I felt my way around. My foot caught on something. I reached down. It was a cardboard box. I waved my arm in front of me and discovered several more. James held me captive in a storage closet.

Moving farther along the wall, I made it to the corner and turned, creeping against another wall. There was a sudden pain as my head banged against something hard and sharp. Squinting, I rubbed the spot on my forehead and hoped there wasn’t any blood.

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