Billion Dollar Man

Chapter 03

I Love You, Honey


Eisuke's POV


"Are you really not going to let me go tonight?"

I stared down at her in silence with knitted brows, looking into her eyes, trying to figure her out as she looked back into mines. My thumb traced her lip slowly; feeling slightly tickled by their smooth softness and all of a sudden, her eyes curved mischievously. "Homph!" She playfully bit my thumb, not too hard, but not so gently either, causing this stir in my heart and I suddenly couldn't hold myself back anymore, grabbing her face and devouring those naughty lips of hers. I listened to the sounds of her breaths mixed with mine, the way the sounded like a prelude to making love with every angle we switched to. I could smell her sweet scent through my nostrils and feel her soft skin beneath my finger tips. Somehow touching her made me afraid to break her. Almost everything about her felt so fragile, but at the same time, everything…every move she made, every sound she breathed, every touch I felt, everything drove me crazy, made my hungry, made me thirsty, made me lust for her more and more. She closed her eyes and turned away, sighing out in pleasure as her fingers worked their way up the inside of my blazer, pushing it off my shoulders before she leaned her chest against me, softly moaning. Her eyes narrowed suggestively as I simply stepped towards her, making her step back until her legs hit the bed.

"Two nights in a row," she inquired, "not to mention this morning? You should really take care of yourself, Mr. Ichinomiya."

I pulled her close by the waist and she simply kept her face turned away from mine. "You shouldn't underestimate me," I warned, taking a hold of her chin and forcing her gaze upon mine. "Why should I let go of what really belongs to me?" She rolled her eyes away playfully, as if challenging my words. "You're not allowed to look at any other man except for me. You are my woman."

A laugh bubbled out of her red lips and she looked at me as if I'd gone mad before she licked her upper lip and bit her bottom one. "Am I really?" she asked, challenging me as her fingers played with the buttons on my shirt. "Talk is cheap, why don't you show me instead?"

I sighed out in irritation. There was this itch inside my chest and I knew exactly who caused it. Such a cheeky woman… She enjoys irritating me more than she should. I should punish her, but each time I try, she and I, we both knew, that no matter what I did, both of us couldn't deny the pleasure that came with it.

After all…

I can hear it in her voice. I can see it on her face.

And I can feel it with every move we made, every thrust I heaved, and every time she writhed.

I don't know what to do anymore; I've been poisoned by her. I can't think about fucking anyone else other than her anymore.

Somehow…I've been bewitched.


"Papa, guess what? Sumiko-san taught me how to braid my own flower crown, isn't it beautiful?"

Once upon a time, there lived a lovely, young child with the most innocent eyes and the most purest heart. Her eyes twinkled gently up at her father's before cocking her head to the side as he knelt down to her level.

"Haha! So it is, my little princess. But you can't ask me to guess if you're going to answer it straight away."

"Ahh, you're right, Papa. Please excuse me…"

"Ha, it's alright, my little sparrow. I've brought some guest with me; won't you greet them and entertain them for me?"

The small child gasped in delight, "Really? I'd be honored to!" She bowed to her father before lifting up her skirt and ran into the main house of the Mizushima Estate, her little feet could be heard tapping against the dark, wooden boards of the hallways before she stopped and caught her breath. She fixed her hair before stepping into the formal living room where her father's guest awaited. She grinned gracefully and bowed properly, welcoming her guests and introducing herself as the young miss of the household. She gracefully took a seat at the grand piano and impressed her most honorable guests with her small, but very skillful, fingers as she pressed onto the keys and sang a song with a honey-like voice.

One upon a time, there lived a young Ojou-sama in a household that included her mother, her father, a number of cooks, a number of handmaids, and a number of butlers. The young Ojou-sama was a happy child, a child with the loveliest face and the brightest smile her father had ever seen. She was ladylike and gentle, sweet and kind, everything a young princess ought to ever be. And hopefully, someday, her prince will come and she shall live happily ever after.

Or so she had once believed…

"…haa…haaa…haa…haa…ahn~! Ahh! G-goshujini-sama!"

"Can't get enough, can you, you little whore. How lewd… And to think that I let a little slut like you take care of my daughter too. Enjoying yourself? Hahaha! Does it feel good?"

It never really occurred to the small princess what kind of father she really had.

"Okaa-san, why does Papa punish Sumiko-san? I don't understand… What did she do that was wrong?"

"What do you mean by punish, Fumi?" Residing in her sick mother's bedroom, the young miss sat with her legs cross on her mother's futon while her mother lays.

With her pure eyes, the small child bubbled within her mother's gaze before wiping her tearful eyes. "I saw Papa pushing and slapping Sumiko-san and scolding her and calling her names and she looked as though she was in pain and about to cry." The young miss frowned and laid down next to her mother and crawled under the blankets. "I was thinking bad thoughts so I thought I'd go sleep with Papa in order to chase away the bad dreams, but since Papa's busy punishing Sumi-nee-san, I'll keep you company, Mama."

"Hmm, thank you, Fumi. It makes me very happy to hear that. You know that Mama loves you, right?"

"Yes, Mama. Fumi loves you too."

"That's a good girl."


Fumino's POV


Mmm…it feels kind of cold…

Sighing softly, I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings, turning my head to the left side of the bed to find that I was alone with the blankets barely covering my back. This is…that man's room, isn't it? I sat up and stared dully at the rack of seemingly familiar clothes at the end of the bed as I combed my fingers through my dark, crimson locks. Sighing and stretching, I got up on my feet and stepped over to the rack, going through each hanger. Everything was in my size and, well, everything was obviously mind.

"I had your things moved up to my room. You'll no longer be staying down there."

I picked up and off-white dress and stared over at Mr. Ichinomiya disinterestedly. "Now why in the world would you ever do that?" Tonight is the last night I'll be spending in this hotel. Moving my things up here was absolutely unnecessary. I looked over my shoulders and saw that even my jewelry and makeup sat at a vanity table.

"Starting today, you are officially my woman."

I paused and turned my head to look at him as he came into the room with nothing but a towel around his waist and beads of water decorating his skin. He merely narrowed his eyes at me before walking into the closet, perhaps to find another one of his ugly lilac shirts. Really, this man is a multibillionaire and he wears the same shirt in the same color all the damn time. He came back with a suit tossing it onto the bed with the expected shirt before removing his towel, revealing his long and thick penis, before pulling on some boxer briefs. I merely scoffed at the sight. Just because I sucked the tip of his member last night like the top of a popsicle, didn't mean I enjoyed the sight of him walking about like that. But then again, I am strolling about in the nude, yet it isn't my fault he's the type who likes destroying underwear. Those, last night, were my favorite too.

He walked over to the drawer and pulled out some very familiar underwear, "I guess I should tell you I approve of your taste in lingerie. Wacoal's Salue, is it? All of your panties are t-backs, this one is January's release. You have both the pink and the blue, how erotic." He twirled my turquoise colored thong in the air with his forefinger before tossing it onto the bed next to his suit and added the matching bra and garter belt. "There are bath towels in the bathroom."

"Aww, boo, are you not joining me this time?" I frowned and pouted bitterly, seething sarcasm within my voice. "Just who decided that I would be your woman?"

"I did," he stated simply, "Whatever I want, I get."

I chuckled at him, smirking mischievously as I headed for the door. "If you want me, then why don't you come and get me." There was just something about him that made me want to continuously infuriate him. Walking out of the room with nothing but my bare skin on, I headed for the stair way before hearing quick footwork stomping after me.

"Hold it right there." His large and manly hand took a hold of my wrist and pulled me back. He glared down at me, "Why do you continuously infuriate me?"

Huh? My lips spread into a gleeful smile. He was thinking the exact same thing I was thinking, almost. How funny. "Because," I told him, "I won't let you treat me as if I'm just some sort of possession. Obviously, I am my own person and I only came up here for the rough sex."

"Do you think I'll let you treat me as if I'm just some sort of sex toy?" I winced, his grip on my wrist was getting tighter and tighter. "You are mine, I won't let you leave the penthouse without my permission."

In a fit of anger, I swung my other hand at him, but he easily caught it, gripping onto both of my wrists tightly as his face came closer to mine. I gritted my teeth at him and glared up at him, trying not to resist him anymore because I could already feel his nails digging into my skin. He had better not leave a scar, but no matter what, I won't submit to him. "Shut the fuck up."

"Oh, is that all you can do? Curse?"

"Isn't it the same for you?" I asked simply, "Aren't I just somebody you're fucking with? Why can't we just have a mutual fucking relationship?"

I watch him stare down at me silently. He was thinking. He was thinking for such a long time, trying to find some other excuse for trying to get close to me other than using me to influence my father. Just what kind of "brilliant" excuse could he come up with?

His eyes lowered gently and he stared down into my eyes passionately, or as passionately as he could manage, holding back, pulling me closer to him, "Because…I don't know how to express myself properly… You are the one that I want."

"Under what assumptions?" I asked him, pushing him. Pushing him, pushing him! This world of lies…I can see through them all. Does he really think I'll really trust him? "How is it that you know that I am the one that you want? Because all we ever really do is fuck each other. I mean, fuck each other really hard. Is it the way my lips suck on the tip of your dick? Is it the way I rotate my hips when I ride you? Is it the way that I move against your body just to feel you deeper?"

"It's the way your eyes curve mischievously when you smirk," he interrupted, "the way your neck moves when you look over your shoulder, how your lips part for just a moment before you laugh melodiously. It's how tough you try to act, but that's all it is, an act. It's your silence because…" I stared up at him, waiting for him to finish these unsentimental words. I know that this is all an act as well. "…because 'talk is cheap, I'll show you instead'."

He caught me by surprise there, but only for just a moment before an amuse smile graced my lips. He leaned in close to me and licked my lips before kissing me with vigor, breathing against my breath and moaning against my moan. His hands loosened against my wrists as I felt his lips caress me in any way they can. I don't know this feeling. I really don't. Please just let this shudder of emotions slip away into the void like everything else.


In the silence of the penthouse lounge, I sat quietly beside Eisuke and stared down at the coffee table while the eyes of four other men were on me. Or, at least they were trying not to stare at me.

After showering and getting fully dressed, Eisuke brought me down to the lounge to meet…his business partners and we all just simply sat in silence because no one knew what to say and I was not the type to initiate conversations.

"So…" As soon as I turned my eyes towards the man with the black hat, he immediately shut his mouth and blushed, turning his eyes away, earning an amused huff from me. "Okay, I'm sorry, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Mizushima." He looked over to me again and forced a smile on that aged face of his.

"That makes one of us," I smirked, watching all their eyes narrow at me before I burst out laughing at them. "I'm joking. Likewise, Mr. Baba." He and the youngest both laughed nervously, eying each other, wondering what to do after they all had already introduced themselves to me. They were cautious, well, those two in particular, and I liked that. While the other two, they were just as disinterested as how disinteresting they are.

"So, Miss Mizushima, what kind of things do you like?" he tried again and I answered him simply.

"Silence." Mr. Baba and Mr. Kisaki both stared at me uncomfortably before I smirked and replied, "Sexy lingerie, lace corsets, and banh mi sandwiches before sex."

"So how long have you two known each other?" Mr. Kisaki beamed at me and I only simply responded with the obvious answer.

"Since the first night you all saw me strutting in my underwear."

Mr. Baba and Mr. Kisaki both stared past me uncomfortably and I turned my head to look at Eisuke who only stared at the two of them simply, hearing Mr. Kisaki laugh forcibly. "What? When did that happen? I'm sure I would have remembered."

"Anyways," Eisuke decided to cut in, "I'm sure this is already pretty obvious, but Fumino is now my woman. Should any of you lay a finger on her—"

"Now wait just a moment," I huffed out, clearly bored as I stared down the other four men. "I want to make this clear, there's only one reason why I've been visiting the fifty-second floor as of late. I am only hear to be pleased by this person here." I used my hand to gesture towards Eisuke who only stared at me with narrowed eyes as Mr. Baba and Mr. Kisaki stared at the both of us uncomfortably while the other two continued to be disinterested. "I am not interested in any sort of romantic pursuit. No matter how hard you try, no matter what it is you do, of course I'll play fetch with you, my little pet, but that's all it is." I eyed Eisuke's "intimidating glare" with a smirk of my own before giving him a soft peck from my lips. "I would like to leave now, since I am no property of yours." I got up, heading for the elevator with a clutch in hand. "You can keep the clothes and the underwear, I can always buy more."

As I waited by the elevator door to leave, quick footsteps followed after me. I watched as Eisuke used his elevator key to open up the doors and he pulled me inside roughly, cornering me into the wall as the doors closed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I stared at him with no emotion. "Eisuke, are you angry with me?" I made no movement as his fist collided with the wall. I could have shook, my breath could have been caught in my throat…but I didn't…it couldn't… I'm numb. "Did you think you could silence me with a kiss? That my knees would go weak and I'd gladly become yours within a moment's notice? If you want to stake a claim on me, I won't make it easy for you."

"Are you playing fetch with me?" he asked.

My eyes narrowed and I couldn't help the amused expression on my face. "Why do you ask?" I reached passed him and pressed the button for the ground. "Because…you were also trying to play fetch with me, weren't you?" A breathy giggle bubbled from my lips and I shook as he hovered over me, staring down at me with conflicted eyes. "You can't play fetch with a pussy cat, you stupid mutt."

"Was this your intention from the start? To waste my time?"

I frowned, playfully pouting with my big eyes. "Well, if you would just be honest with me, and tell me what your intentions were from the start, maybe I'll tell you mine."

"Did your father put you up to this? To play games with me?" He gritted his teeth, narrowing those hideous eyes at me. Haha, oh how I want to see more and more of it. There's nothing that turns me on more than an angered arrogant asshole. "Your father likes to play too many games."

"Haaa, you're so funny, Mr. Ichinomiya. Maybe I did all this on my own volition." My finger traced down the collar of his blazer. "And, of course, for my own pleasure." My eyes twinkled at him meaningfully. "What were you trying to get out of my father anyways?"

"What are you talking about?" he seethed, "I approached you out of my own interests."

"Of course they were your own interests," I shrugged with a knowing smile. "I mean…if I owned Tres Spades, I'd probably be interested in expanding my business…elsewhere as well. Say…a foreign country? But, hmm…that's a lot of work, even for a politician, especially the one who was about to legalize casinos in Japan for you."

"Are you telling me, your father wants you to play games with me just because my business was a pain in the neck for him?"

"Well, no. I mean, I suppose you can say that we both know he was, and still is, the only politician who can really help you with all this, but he doesn't want me to play games with you." I sneered, "I want to play games with the man who wants to play with my heart. I want to see him make a fool of himself and infuriate him and make him grovel to his feet. The only thing my father wants is to marry me off to a suitable suitor. Instead of being the one who is used, I'd rather be the one using, I-chi-no-mi-ya-saaaaan~!"

Right before the elevator doors could open, Eisuke pressed the stop button all while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Should I be flattered you chose to use me?"

"Hmph," how conceited. "Did you forget? You're the one who approached me first. You chose to be used."


"Could this be the beautiful daughter I've been hearing so much about?"

"The pleasure is all mine."

"Counselor, I hope you won't mind, but I would like to properly get to know your daughter a little more."

"Why don't you call me Eisuke?"

"If you see anything you like, let me know and I'll win it for you."

"Just what exactly are you hoping from me?" "Perhaps, simply the pleasure of your company."

"What exactly can I do in order to appeal to you instead then?"

"You are mine."


Trigger Warning: Rape


"Lick it, sweetheart. Don't you want your treat? It's very tasty."

"N-no…Papa, I don't want to…."

"Lick it, you little bitch! Do you know what happens to little mutts who don't listen? They get punished. Lick it."

"Isn't it tasty…?"

Propped up on all fours, a pitiful young girl sobbed, bobbing her head up and down, shaking.

"Yeb, Pbapba…ib o taby…"


"You're the one who invited me to play this game of fetch. I'm not going to be the bitch in this game."

His eyes narrowed at mines and I shivered when his warm hand touched my cheek. His thumb brushed over my cheek. "Why are you crying?"

"Because," I stared up at him purposefully, "I'm trying so hard not to kill you right now."

"Do you have feelings for me?"

My lips opened, agape at his question before I laughed with tears streaming down my face. I was laughing so hard, he just stood there and watched as I laughed and cried. "I beg your pardon."

"Let's make a deal."

"And just what could I possibly want from you?" I asked, staring up at him mockingly.

"I make you mine and you can continue to live in comfort and luxury without your father in the picture."

"Hmm?" I cocked my head to the side, "And just why would I want that?"

Softly, he brushed the back of his hand against my cheek. His eyes narrowed knowingly as if he finally found an opening. "You're quiet and don't do much in an attempt to not reveal too much of yourself." Checkmate? "But having sex with someone can reveal a lot about them." He lowered his face, close to mine. "Become my woman and your father won't lay a hand on you ever again."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Getting flustered? Don't know what to say?" He stared at me, eye to eye with our noses touching. "You cried after sex the first time, you didn't resist me even though you knew deep inside you wanted to, someone has touched you when you didn't want them to and there's hardly a scandal about you. Do you think I don't know a victim when I see one?"

"Are you saying that my father abuses me?" I glared at him, determined to stand my ground.

"Yes." His eyes narrowed, just as determined to get through to me. "In fact, your eyes are watering right now." My eyes widened slightly. "Don't try and hide your surprise, I saw your eyes waver. When you are discreetly lying to everyone else, for some reason, this body of your responds to me quite honestly." His warm hand brushed against my cold, bare shoulder gently, making me shudder in surprise. "In just two nights, your body has come to learn to trust me, to be honest to me. Perhaps it's time your lips do the same. Tell me, does your father abuse you?"

Hardening my gaze at him, I responded with, "No."

"Stubborn bitch…"

"Arrogant dick."

"Hmph," he smirked. "Does he touch you like this?" I shivered as his right hand graze across my abdomen, traveling towards my back in order to push me towards him. "How does he lift your skirt? Like this?" His left forefinger traveled up along my bare leg, lifting up the skirt of my white, trapeze dress.

I bit my lips and shut my eyes, the one mistake I made in this elevator with him as I shivered and pushed his hands away, seeing my father's face in my mind. "Don't touch me!" Somehow feeling pins and needles all over me, I covered my lips, knowing, just knowing that somehow there were trembling. "Don't…touch me…"

He only simply stared down at me, crossing his arms as I fixed myself in an attempt to regain my composure. But none the less, I could still feel the pins and needles pricking at me. "Or don't tell me the truth, don't take the deal." He smirked condescendingly at me. "I'll blackmail him with this instead and destroy the both of you in one sweep."

I didn't want to submit to him. For some reason, my pride just wouldn't let me. But I was still shaking, and he knew it. He could still see it, can't he? "If you figured that much, why would you offer to save my face?" I'll never owe a debt to him…

As if he could narrow his eyes just a bit more than he has already been doing, he scoffed, "The expansion of my business is between me and your father. Your involvement is unnecessary."

"Which explains why you were pathetically attempting to woo me the other night."

"You still have quite the tongue… You should shut your mouth before I do it for you."

"Are you still asking me to be your woman?"

"More like threatening you."


"Even if you were to tell the whole world what I've done to you, you'd still be ruined. No other man would want you. Everyone will look at you like a whore from a brothel. You'd be nothing but my left over garbage. Don't tell anyone, or else everyone will discover that you're nothing but an ugly pebble who acts like a sparkling diamond. You tell anyone and everyone, you will become nothing but a rotten whore. Call them, call the police, tell anyone and everyone, go ahead and let them discover what a disgusting and dirty creature you are."


"So even you would force me into something I want no part in…?"

"You could say, I'm offering you salvation."

"Salvation?" I huffed, "Under the devil's wing."

"…" His lips spread into a devilish smirk, "I've never heard of a better compliment."


I don't know how you convince them and get them, but…
…I don't know what you do…
It's unbelievable.


Author's Note:

Happy Birthday to this asshole here, I'm a little late…

But anyways, iyaaah…I was planning to write a bday celebration for him in this chapter, but oh well, maybe next time/month/some other week/maybe a couple days from now/whenever I feel like updating.

I tried to add in the other bidders, but considering Fumi's character, it was a little hard for me, so I'll be reviewing the app, maybe, before updating.

I feel like I've gone way off track, maybe, but that's probably because I am super sleepy right now. It's almost one in the morning…uhuhuhu…which is usually the only time I have to do these kind of things, but I shall see you next time on Billion Dollar Man! One for the money! Two for the show! I love you, honey! I'm ready, I'm ready to go! How did they get that way? I actually do not know. They're screwed up and brilliant, and yeah yea yeah.

Somehow, I feel like I cut this a bit short...but it is pretty long already though. I'm just tired...and I probably lost my inspiration, but it'll come back at some point. There's a lot I can do to improve, but I am definitely in dire need of sleep right now. Good night.