Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Rayne POV: Decorated with dazzling stars, and a half moon, the evening's sky shone brightly in south central LA. I sat in a taxi, my petite body a bit nervous. Staring fixated through the windowsill, I reminisced on all that I had been practicing for a few days now. It was my boyfriend's birthday and I had just the best surprise planned for him, but I could only hope Fred didn't get turned off by my cluelessness in bed. One of the reasons I had forced myself to watch a few of those nasty videos I had come across during my search online, despite how disgusted they had made me feel. But it is all good. I love my boyfriend and that is one of the many things I would do for him, just to show how much I love him. For the umpteenth time, I went through the text Fred had sent to me to my phone. He was at EL Chrisanto' a famous high-class hotel in LA. He wanted to celebrate his birthday alone with me. The thought of it made me giggle shyly. Lost in my haze, I couldn't hear the driver telling me they had arrived until he spoke the third time. I snapped back to Earth at once, and with a series of apologies, I paid the elderly man and got out as fast as I could, so as not to delay him any further. I stood opposite the elegant building of EL Chrisanto' and swallowed nervously so many times. Her heart drummed nervously inside my chest as the thought of going unclad in front of a man for the very first time rushed through my mind again. But, whether now or in the future when my relationship becomes much stronger, I'd still have to do it anyway. I only now hoped I met his standard of women, sexually. His class of man; rich and sophisticated, I knew he's been with different kinds of women before me. Ones that met his class even, although he's never said it. Therefore, I could only hope he found my body pleasing enough. I followed the entrance and walked down a long hallway leading to a door. I could hear subtle music from the background, and the more I approached the end of the hallway, the louder the music got. Under the dim lights, I gave myself a quick check. The crystal mini blue dress I had chosen to wear over a pair of black boots, exposed too much flesh than was my style. The fact that it had no hands, and left my cleavages much in the display made me feel more awkward than I had felt when I had taken my first walk out of my apartment. As I walked through the door at the end of the hallway, my nerves cringed on each other. The lights in this part of the club were a bright shade of gold and blue and its source was from chandeliers hanging down from the rooftop. Threatened by the crowd, and the many eyes already staring my way, I clutched tightly onto the small jacket I was wearing. Although it did little or nothing to cover my exposed cleavages, I still felt grateful knowing I had worn it. I looked around and noticed a lot of eyes gawking dangerously at me. I swallowed hard, wishing for the millionth time that Sarah had agreed to come with me. I let out a long sigh. How am I going to find the room number when it was my first time in such a place? I looked around once again and my face turned a shade of red when my eyes traveled to the stage on the far right of the hall. Two naked women were doing nasty things to themselves while entertaining the crowd. I immediately looked away and just then, my eyes trailed to the wine counter. Probably, I could ask the bartender. I walked through several people, careful not to hit anyone. I bit hard on my lower lip as I walked past a couple who were almost on the verge of making out. It was my first time in a club and I was already hating the idea of it. As I approached the bar, I smiled at the tender and then asked my way to the suite section. The handsome blonde was kind enough to direct me properly to the suite section. I thanked him and then walked towards the elevator on the far left of the hall. As I got into the elevator, I pressed the third floor, just as the bartender had told me. In three minutes, the elevator dinged open letting me out to a hallway of doors with different numbers on them. Following the numbers, I took my right and trod down the long corridor, my heart topping its beating rate at each step I took. When I found a room with the number 306, I stopped just opposite it. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I took a step, and then two close to the door. But I stopped just as I was about to push it open. Because I could hear subtle familiar whimpers coming from inside. Didn't he say he wanted to spend the evening alone with me? I wound the knob and pushed lightly, only to be presented with the most heartbreaking sight ever. Rippled with shock, I shut the door back close and ran away with a hazy mind and a pierced heart down the hallway. Overwhelmed by emotions of pain, caused by the dreadful sight I had seen, I failed to see in what direction I was running, until I bumped into something hard. In the process of running away from what I had just seen, I bumped into someone and my head collided with something hard, but fleshy. I blinked back the tears that had already started finding their way to my eyes, and then my eyes were greeted first by a pair of neatly polished leather shoes.