The Heartless Millionaires Unexpected Weakness

Kyla’s P.O.V “Kyla I think someone may want your attention.” My best friend Roxy said nudging me, nodding over to where she was talking about. I turned to where she was pointing, and right enough, a man was watching me with a very intense look on his face. He was a handsome looking man. I smirked at him, giving him a small wave and he motioned me over to him. “Do you know who that is?” My other friend Clara smirked. “Should I?” I asked, confused. “That is none other than Ezra Jones. One of the richest, most eligible guys in the state.” She said. “You mean the man w***e that f***s models and actresses?” I said. “Yes him…he is f*****g gorgeous and apparently amazing in bed. He is meant to be quite dark and dominant, prefers women to do as he tells him,” She said. “Oh, is that right? Well then, maybe it is time he does as he is told for once in his life.” I smirked, “Be back soon, girls.” I added, making my way through the crowd of people in the club. I walked towards him full of confidence, standing in front of the table, and a hand on my hip. “Is there a reason you have been staring at me?” I said, leaning against the table, looking him straight in the eye. He stood up, placing his hands on the table too and looked me straight in the eye also—a smirk playing on his lips. “If I like something I see I make sure it is known.” He said firmly. “And what? You get what you want that easily?” I said, rolling my eyes. “Yes…all the time actually and that isn’t going to change now with you,” He said smugly. I laughed loudly, standing up straight…tall and confident. “You have no chance, baby. I am too much woman for you to handle. I won’t drop to my knees for you when you ask. I am not a weak assed woman.” I said. I watch his entire body language change. His grip on the table was tightening, and he was not looking as smug at he was only moments ago. “I can be very convincing when I need to be; women like to drop to their knees for me. I always make sure I return the favour. I could pleasure you better than any other man in here. Walking away from me would be the biggest mistake of your life.” He said. God, could he be any more of an arrogant asshole? I moved in closer to him, brushing my lips against his before moving my lips to his ear. “Actually, not walking away would be the biggest mistake of my life. Anything you think you can do for me? I can do better myself,” I said, patting his cheek, turning and walking away from him. I made sure to give my hips an extra sway as I did, stopping to look over my shoulder at him for a moment. I smirked, giving him a wave and the look on his face was priceless. He looked pissed off. Something tells me he isn’t used to being rejected. Was I attracted to him? Of course, I was, who wouldn’t be attracted to the tanned skin, dark hair and eyes. He was gorgeous and sexy, there was no doubt about that, but he can’t have all women give into him so easily. I headed back to my friends; they were all looking at me wide-eyed and surprised. “Well, he looks mad.” Roxy laughed. “That is because I am probably the first woman ever to reject him.” I laughed. “Yes probably…think you pissed him off.” Clara laughed. I shrugged, not caring. I can’t have him thinking he can get what he wants all the time. I looked over to where he was sitting with his friends. His eyes still firmly on me. I laughed loudly, blowing him a kiss before resting back and sipping my drink. “You do realise because you rejected him he is only gonna want you more right?” Roxy said. “I know, that is the plan. He wants me; he can come to me. I am not going to him.” I smirked. “He doesn’t do the chasing…he is the one that gets chased.” She laughed. “First time for everything isn’t there?” I said confidently. **** Ezra had not taken his eyes off me all night, which made it that more fun for me. I used this to my advantage, teasing the hell out of him. It was too easy. I could see him getting more frustrated, more pissed off with me, which was another way to encourage me to continue. “I am gonna go dance,” I smirked sitting my drink down, heading to the dancefloor. I took place in the middle of the dancefloor, making sure I was in his eye line. I started moving sexily, swaying my hips, shaking my ass and running my hands all over my own body. I turned, making sure my eyes were on him. I took my lower lip between my teeth, biting on it as I moved to the music. I watch as he starts fidgeting on his chair, licking his lips. I motioned him to come to me, but he firmly shook his head. I could tell he was fighting with his own decision. I shrugged, turning my back to him and continued to dance by myself. I could feel a lot of eyes on me, something I have gotten used too. Moments later, I feel a pair of hands on my hips. “I don’t like it when women make me chase them.” I hear him hiss in my ear. “And I don’t like men who think I am gonna do the chasing,” I reply, pushing my ass back against him. A s****l growl slips from his lips as his hands on my hips tighten. I reached my hand up, sliding it around his neck and started moving my body against him. I grind my ass hard against him, feeling his excitement already coming through his jeans. “I don’t know how it works with other men when it comes to you gorgeous, but I am not gonna be one of those men that fall at your feet.” He whispered in my ear. “And as I said I am not gonna be one of those girls that drop to my knees when you ask me.” I said, “I am not the submissive type.” I added, gripping his hair roughly. “You ever tried it?” He grunted in my ear, “All the women I have been with seem to like when I tell them what to do. They know when they do, they will get the best f**k of their life’s.” He added confidently. “I am not the obedient type.” I moaned out as I feel his fingers run up the back of my thigh. “I could make you the type.” He said. I turned myself around, stepping into him. My leg between his and started moving my front against his. I moved my lips to his ears. “Or I could make you the obedient type. I can be very seductive and convincing Ezra!” I purred in his ear, biting on it roughly. “Never going to happen…” He laughed. I pulled myself away from him, patting his cheek again, something I have realised he doesn’t like, that is why I did it. “Oh well, your loss.” I shrugged and walked away from him again. I left him standing in the middle of the floor turned on, annoyed, and a hard-on clearly in his jeans. I would say my work for the night was done. It doesn’t mean I am done with him though, far from it because I think I can have a lot of fun with him, he just doesn’t know it yet.