The Handsome Billionaire Falls for the Biker Girl

The Handsome Billionaire Falls for the Biker Girl

Zoe · Completed · 228.1k Words

436
Hot
436
Views
0
Added
Add to Shelf
Start Reading
Share:facebooktwitterpinterestwhatsappreddit

Introduction

"Blackwood, stop,"" I gasped between kisses. ""You're not yourself."

He didn't seem to hear me. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pressed his body against mine. Despite my anger, I felt my resistance weakening. The makeup bottles scattered across the counter as he lifted me onto it.

"This is insane," I whispered, even as my arms betrayed me by wrapping around his neck.

His expensive cologne filled my senses as our bodies connected. His usually cold eyes were now dark with desire, unfocused yet somehow seeing only me.

The music outside was deafening, drowning out any sounds from the dressing room as we surrendered to whatever madness had taken hold.

Backstage, Willow and Damien— the wealthy tycoon she’d saved— were tangled in a passionate embrace. They’d been strangers, worlds apart in social standing, until a sudden accident brought their lives crashing together. Can this fiery biker chick, with her unapologetic edge, actually win over his heart?"

Chapter 1

Willow's POV

The neon sign of Sunset Strip Lounge flickered in the darkness as I hurried through the back entrance. The bass from the speakers already thumped through my body, setting the rhythm for what would be another long night. Mike, the bouncer, gave me a nod as I rushed past.

"Cutting it close tonight, Wildfire," he called out, checking his watch.

"Traffic was a bitch," I shouted back, shaking out my hair. "Marco in yet?"

"Been asking for you. Better hurry."

I darted through the dimly lit corridor toward the dressing room, nearly colliding with Carlos as she emerged from the bar with a tray of empty glasses.

"Whoa there, speed racer," she laughed, deftly balancing the tray. Her dark curls were pulled back in a messy bun, bartender's apron already splashed with cranberry juice. "Marco's on the warpath. Said if you're late again, he's cutting your set time."

"Like hell he will," I muttered. "Save me a lemon water for after?"

"Always do," Carlos winked. "By the way, I got those painkillers you asked for. They're in your locker. For your dad?"

I nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Carlos. You're a lifesaver."

"That's what friends are for. Now go get ready before Marco combusts."

The dressing room mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized—heavily lined eyes, contoured cheekbones, and deep red lips. Perfect. No one would connect this face to the cashier who scanned groceries at ValueMart during daylight hours.

My stage time passed in a blur of music, movement, and the steady rain of dollar bills. When a particularly enthusiastic patron tried climbing onto the stage, Beckett Wilder was there in an instant, smoothly redirecting the man while making it look like part of the show.

Without missing a beat, Beck grabbed the mic, his messy dreadlocks bouncing as he jumped onto the stage beside me. He launched into an impromptu rap that had the crowd roaring their approval.

"That was fire," he said afterward, handing me a glass of lemon water at the bar. "You okay? You seem distracted tonight."

"Just tired," I replied, gulping down the water. "Two jobs, not enough hours in the day."

"My offer still stands. Come by the studio, make some real money."

I shook my head. "Maybe another time."


It was past 2 AM when I finally headed home, my tips secured in a hidden compartment of my motorcycle. The night air had turned cold, cutting through my jacket as I twisted the throttle of my fire-red Western, sending it roaring down the empty streets.

My thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound as I took the shortcut along the Los Angeles River. I slowed down, the rumble of my engine quieting enough for me to hear what sounded like... a cry for help?

The beam of my flashlight cut through the darkness, dancing over the churning surface of the water. At 2 AM, this wasn't how I planned to end my night after a six-hour shift. But I'd definitely heard someone shouting.

"Hello?" I called out, sweeping the light across the water.

A flailing arm broke the surface. "Help! I'm drowning!"

Shit. This was real.

The man's head bobbed up again. "Save me!" he sputtered, coughing up water. "I'll give you... one million!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Sure thing, Tommy Vercetti. Did you swim all the way from Vice City?"

Spotting a life ring attached to a nearby post, I grabbed it and the rope. With the precision I'd developed from years of choreographed dance moves, I hurled it toward him. "Grab it!" I shouted.

He lunged for the ring, movements sluggish. The sharp smell of alcohol hit me as I pulled him closer – drunk swimming, brilliant idea. Using all my strength, I dragged him onto the muddy bank.

He collapsed face-down, motionless. I turned him over and realized he wasn't breathing.

My flashlight revealed his face clearly – sharp jawline, designer stubble, features that belonged on magazine covers. Handsome in that polished, executive way. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, expensive watch glinting on his wrist. And definitely not breathing.

"Dammit," I muttered. I'd need to give him mouth-to-mouth. The thought made me hesitate – my lips on some drunk stranger who'd been swimming in the LA River? Gross. But then I remembered: "one million." For that kind of money, I'd kiss worse things than a waterlogged rich guy.

"You better not be faking this for a free kiss," I said, tilting his head back. The stench of expensive whiskey was overwhelming – the kind they served to VIPs at the lounge, not the well drinks I usually poured.

I pinched his nose, took a deep breath, and pressed my dark-painted lips against his. I blew air into his lungs, watching his chest rise and fall. Nothing. I tried again, then started compressions, feeling his ribs flex beneath my palms.

"Come on," I grunted between compressions. "A million dollars, remember? You can't pay me if you're dead."

I gave him two more breaths, my black lipstick leaving perfect imprints on his mouth. After what felt like forever, he suddenly convulsed, water spewing from his lips as he coughed violently. I quickly turned him onto his side as river water mixed with whiskey poured out.

"That's it," I encouraged, relief washing over me. "Get it all out."

His eyelids fluttered briefly, revealing unfocused eyes. He mumbled something incoherent before slipping back into unconsciousness. His breathing was shallow but steady.

I patted down his pockets, finding a wallet with hundreds but no ID. His wrist sported a Rolex that probably cost more than my yearly rent.

I called 911, giving them our location along the river. While waiting, I kept checking his breathing and pulse. As I adjusted his position, something from his jacket came loose – a small, ornate badge that fell into my jacket pocket without me noticing.

Headlights cut through the darkness as the ambulance arrived. Two paramedics jumped out, equipment in hand.

"What happened?" the first one asked, kneeling beside the man.

"Found him drowning in the river. Had to pull him out and give him CPR. Pretty sure he's drunk," I explained, stepping back to give them room.

The paramedic nodded, already checking vital signs. "Good work. You probably saved his life."

They worked quickly, strapping an oxygen mask to his face and loading him onto a stretcher. As they wheeled him toward the ambulance, the second paramedic turned to me.

"You coming along? We need someone to fill out paperwork."

I glanced at my watch – 3:15 AM. "Yeah, I'll follow you on my bike."


The Angeles Heights Medical Institute was exactly what you'd expect – marble floors, tasteful artwork, and receptionists who looked like models. The antiseptic smell couldn't mask the underlying scent of privilege.

"We need payment information," the clerk said, eyeing my appearance with judgment. My makeup was smeared, my clothes damp, and I probably smelled like the river.

"I'm not related to him," I explained. "Just pulled him out and gave him mouth-to-mouth."

"Since you brought him in..."

I sighed. "How much?"

"The preliminary fee is $2,000."

My heart sank. That was almost half a month's wages from both jobs. So much for fixing the leak in my apartment ceiling.

When I handed over my driver's license, the clerk's eyes widened. She looked from the ID to my face and back again.

"Ms. Chloe Sinclair?" she whispered, awe filling her voice.

Last Chapters

You Might Like 😍

Letting Go

Letting Go

350.8k Views · Completed · Becky j
Molly's life was perfect. She was married to her high school sweetheart, surrounded by her friends and family and she was looking forward to the future. But that all ends one tragic night when her whole world is turned upside down.
That fateful night leads to Molly and her best friend Tom holding a secret close to their hearts but keeping this secret could also mean destroying any chance of a new future for Molly.
When Tom's oldest brother Christian meets Molly his dislike for her is instant and he puts little effort into hiding it. The problem is he's attracted to her just as much as he dislikes her and staying away from her starts to become a battle, a battle that he's not sure he can win.
When Molly's secret is revealed and she’s forced to face the pain from her past can she find the strength to stay and work through the pain or will she run away from everything she knows including the one man who gives her hope for a happy future? Hope that she never thought she would feel again.
The Alpha King's Human Mate

The Alpha King's Human Mate

458k Views · Ongoing · HC Dolores
“You must understand something, little mate,” Griffin said, and his face softened,

“I have waited nine years for you. That’s nearly a decade since I’ve felt this emptiness inside me. Part of me began to wonder if you didn’t exist or you’d already died. And then I found you, right inside my own home.” 

He used one of his hands to stroke my cheek and tingles erupted everywhere. 

“I’ve spent enough time without you and I will not let anything else keep us apart. Not other wolves, not my drunken father who’s barely holding himself together the past twenty years, not your family  – and not even you.”


Clark Bellevue has spent her entire life as the only human in the wolf pack - literally. Eighteen years ago, Clark was the accidental result of a brief affair between one of the most powerful Alphas in the world and a human woman. Despite living with her father and her werewolf half-siblings, Clark has never felt like she really belonged in the werewolf world. But right as Clark plans to leave the werewolf world behind for good, her life gets flipped upside down by her mate: the next Alpha King, Griffin Bardot. Griffin has been waiting years for the chance to meet his mate, and he's not about to let her go anytime soon. It doesn't matter how far Clark tries to run from her destiny or her mate - Griffin intends to keep her, no matter what he has to do or who stands in his way.
The Wolf Prophies

The Wolf Prophies

198.7k Views · Ongoing · Catherine Thompson
Lexi has always been different than others. She is faster, stronger, can see better and heals quickly. And she has an odd birthmark in the shape of a wolf's paw. But she never thought of herself as special. Until she gets close to het twentieth birthday. She notices all of her oddities get stronger. She knows nothing about the super natural world or mates. Until the birthmark starts to burn. Suddenly she finds herself involved with werewolves that think she is the prophesied one that is supposed to unite the packs against a vampire that wants her dead. She has to learn how to handle her new powers as well as not one but two mates. One wanted to reject her because he thought she was human. The other accepts her completely. The prophecy says she has to have both. Wha twill she do. Will she accept both or reject one and hope for a second chance mate? Will she be able to handle shifting and her powers before it is too late?
My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate

My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate

453.6k Views · Completed · Veejay
"No... You can't do this to me..." I almost squeezed the words through my teeth, my voice trembling.
My drunk stepfather remained indifferent, his weight suffocating, making it hard to breathe as my heart raced.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and two figures burst in.
"Get off her!" a deafening roar echoed.
I didn't expect the twin brothers who'd bullied me at school to come charging in like gods to save me.
After my grandmother passed, I had to move in with my mom and stepdad, who treated me like a servant. I prayed every day for my 18th birthday to come, so l could leave and escape this broken home.
However, on my first day at my new school, l encountered the legendary twins everyone feared.
To make matters worse, the Moon Goddess revealed they were both my mates!
After helping me out with my stepdad, my twin mate cornered me, played with my hair, and whispered possessively, "You belong to us, our little mate..."
I Am His Wolfless Luna

I Am His Wolfless Luna

287.2k Views · Completed · Heidi Judith
Ethan's fingers kept rubbing back and forth on my clitoris, while his penis kept jumping inside my body. Every joint on my body is sore and screaming for the next orgasm. All too quickly, I feel that electric tension winding tighter, a mounting pressure that threatens to shatter me. My hips lift involuntarily, urging him to continue his exploration, silently pleading for the release I’m so close to tasting.

Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, 'Damn... I'm going to cum... !!!' His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.

"Please!! Ethan!!"


As the strongest female warrior in my pack, I was betrayed by those I trusted most, my sister and my best friend. I was drugged, raped, and banished from my family and my pack. I lost my wolf, my honor, and became an outcast—carrying a child I never asked for.

Six years of hard-won survival turned me into a professional fighter, fueled by rage and grief. A summons arrives from the formidable Alpha heir, Ethan, asking me to return as a wolfless combat instructor for the very pack that once banished me.

I thought I could ignore their whispers and stares, but when I see Ethan's emerald-green eyes—the same as my son’s—my world tilts.
From omega to luna

From omega to luna

79k Views · Completed · Dripping Creativity
Graham's mind went blank. He was met by the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever seen. He let his eyes trail over her body. She was short and lean but had curves in places that made his mouth dry and his pants tight.

As he took in her face, his eyes met her ice blue ones, and he stopped breathing for a moment.

While he was frozen, his wolf was ecstatic and tried to push him forward. She looked just as surprised as him. He took two strides and ended up inches away from her.

“Mate!” he growled, never breaking eye contact.

***Bella is an omega, lowest in rank of the pack. But she has accepted her place in life. Graham is the alpha, top of the rank. Strong, fierce, and determined to do what is best for his pack. In his mind, he doesn’t have any time for a mate. Yet they meet each other in the midst of the biggest conflict between the packs and rogues to date.
The Mafia's Sugar Queen

The Mafia's Sugar Queen

74k Views · Ongoing · Gregory Ellington
In a world of debt, desperation, and dangerous desires, Hannah never imagined her survival would lead her into the arms of a powerful and mysterious man.

Struggling to save her ailing mother and escape crushing financial ruin, Hannah enters a high-stakes arrangement that promises to solve her problems—but at what cost? Leonardo, a man with shadows darker than night and power beyond imagination, offers her everything she needs. Luxury. Security. Protection.

But in the treacherous landscape of wealth and power, nothing is as simple as it seems.

As Hannah navigates a complex web of sugar dating, corporate warfare, and unexpected emotions, she discovers that some bargains come with strings that can either save you or destroy you completely.

When lines between transaction and passion blur, and enemies circle like sharks, Hannah must decide: Is survival worth the price of her soul?
Heartsong

Heartsong

322.5k Views · Completed · DizzyIzzyN
The LCD screen in the arena showed pictures of the seven fighters in the Alpha Class. There I was, with my new name.
I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.
I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire.
I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.
This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.
This book ”Heartsong” contains two books “Werewolf’s Heartsong” and “Witch’s Heartsong”
Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence
The Song in the Alpha's Heart

The Song in the Alpha's Heart

89.5k Views · Ongoing · DizzyIzzyN
A Remastered Version of Werewolf's Heartsong.

Alora, has been hated by her family since birth. Her Families favorite pastime is torturing her.

After turning eighteen she's rejected by her mate, who turns out to be her older sisters boyfriend.

Breaking the chains that bound her powers, Alora is freed from the family that hates her, and is given a new family.

When an old friend and protecter of her's returns home to tak his place as next Alpha of Alpha's, Alora's life is once more changed for the better as he says the fated word. "Mate."
Mating Moon

Mating Moon

104.3k Views · Ongoing · loreleidelacruz
Ashlynn had just graduated Veterinary School, excited to find a job. She was living with her parents on the edge of Pack Land, her father not wanting them to close to anyone. Her father was violent, and often abused her mother. Her mother refused to tell anyone and made Ashlynn keep it secret. Things changed as soon as Ashlynn's father attacked her. When the Alpha intervened, Ashlynn and her mother moved away to avoid embarrassment. Will this new Pack offer them comfort, or more danger?
Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha

Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha

283.3k Views · Ongoing · Alice Tumusiime
Warning 18+ ⚠️MATURE READERS ONLY⚠
"You want me to fuck you, I know it"
"As much as you don't like me, you're my mate and you can't deny it."
He stood up behind me, one hand holding my hip, and leaned down, his breath ragged against my neck, his voice was husky,
"You'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. Only the pleasure that a small bite can bring."

At the age of 15, I was shocked to hear the ruthless Alpha claim that I was his mate.
To make matters worse, he killed my father, who was trying to protect me. At that time, I successfully ran away from him.
However, when I turned 18, I fell into his trap again.
I hated him and wanted revenge, but the moon goddess had a different plan for me.
I was his mate, and we were fated to be together. No matter the circumstances, my body couldn't resist him.