Don't Bite the Billionaire

I need his money, I crave his blood, I desire his body.

And all that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll work with this arrogant, beautiful bastard, get what I want and take it all.

I will, I can.

I just have to remind myself over and over, ‘don’t bite the billionaire, don’t bite the billionaire’ and while I’m reminding myself this, I’ll also send a memo to my long-cold, dead heart to stop stirring to life at the very sight of him.