Trapped by the Fake Gay Heir

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A large hand snatched my boarding pass, ripping the thick paper to shreds.

Dominic stared down at me.

I had done everything in my power to flip this untouchable billionaire heir from a rumored gay man into a straight one. It was all for a ten-million-dollar check cut by his old-money mother.

Mission accomplished. I took the cash and vanished, only to end up trapped against the cold glass of the airport terminal by Dominic and his wall of bodyguards.

He stepped into my space. He pulled off his silk tie and wrapped it tightly around my wrists, securing the knot.

A dark chuckle left his throat. "Thought you could take the money and run?"

He leaned in, his heavy thumb pressing against my racing pulse. "When I had my mouth all over you, you didn't seem to think I liked men." His gaze dropped to my lips, his pupils blown wide. "Now I am going to make your legs give out. I will show you exactly how straight I am."

Chapter 1

I was selling cheap hot dogs on a frat house corner when three muscle-bound bodyguards in black suits threw a bag over my head and shoved me into a black Cadillac.

The hood was ripped off. The light was blinding. Sitting in front of me was a top-tier billionaire matriarch, draped in Chanel haute couture and holding a glass of vintage Macallan whiskey.

Her son, Dominic, was our university's infamous billionaire heir and untouchable campus god. He was tall, unfairly handsome, and the kind of man everyone wanted in their bed.

"You are Stella?" The matriarch scanned me up and down. "My informants on campus reported that my son stared at you for exactly 6.37483 seconds the other day."

"That means he has a physical interest in you. Your mission is simple. Get him in bed and turn him straight."

My eyes blew wide. "The heir is actually gay?!"

Behind her, a massive bodyguard with fists the size of bowling balls cracked his knuckles. A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. Knowing a billionaire family's dark secret felt like a fast track to the bottom of the river.

But as a girl from the bottom rung, I braced myself against this ruthless capitalist oppression. "Ma'am, you cannot insult me like this! I don't just sleep with random men! I would never"

She cut me off. "Ten million dollars."

"A thousand dollars is a lot, but I still can't" My head snapped up. "W-wait how much?!"

"Ten million."

I shot up from my seat, spine straight, feet slammed together, and threw up a crisp salute. "Consider it done, boss! I will complete the mission! I won't let you down!"

Sure, a girl should have dignity. But how much was dignity worth per pound? Poor people like me couldn't afford it. With a ten-million-dollar check, I wouldn't have to sell cheap hot dogs anymore.

I wouldn't go home smelling like grease and getting chased by stray dogs down the block.

I went back to my cramped shared apartment and spent three days and nights bingeing Kardashian-style baddie makeup tutorials on TikTok. When I finally stepped out of the bathroom with my face beat to perfection, my roommate scoffed at me. "You look like a bimbo with big boobs and no brain."

My eyes lit up. Right! I had massive boobs! How could I forget my best asset?

I clasped my hands together in pure gratitude. "Thanks! You are a true angel on my path to riches!"

My roommate just gave me a blank stare.

I showed up at the campus basketball courts wearing a push-up corset top that squeezed my waist tight, paired with a skirt so short it barely covered my butt. Even though our university was packed with gorgeous girls, my innocent face combined with my 36D chest was a lethal weapon. Almost every guy on the bleachers was staring at me.

But I was only staring at my ten million dollars.

Dominic stood out in the crowd, looking unfairly attractive. He had broad shoulders and long legs, his sharp facial features striking. Thick, beautifully sculpted muscles bulged under his simple white T-shirt. He had an intense, cold-blooded aura that screamed danger.

But when Dominic spotted me, his gaze actually locked onto my body. Then, he started walking right toward me.

My heart slammed against my ribs! Oh my god, was he captivated by my 36Ds? Was this love at first sight?!

Watching him walk up to me in his expensive limited-edition sneakers, I straightened my spine, pushed up my cleavage, and used the sweetest, most sickeningly sugary voice I could muster:

Chapter 2

"Dominic, were you looking for me"

Dominic looked down at me. His brows furrowed. His thin lips parted to deliver a cold, flat demand. "Give me two hot dogs."

Damn it! Why would a billionaire heir eat cheap street food?!

I gritted my teeth and threw the sausages onto the greasy grill, stealing glances at Dominic while he waited.

He stood there with an aloof posture, one hand shoved into his pocket, his gaze dropped to his phone screen.

I handed him the paper boats. This was my opening. "So, Dominic, a guy as hot as you do you have a girlfriend?"

His expression remained blank. "No."

"Aren't you looking for one?"

"I have zero interest in women."

Bingo! I refused to be discouraged. Seeing him head straight for his sleek Maybach, I grabbed my hot dog cart and sprinted right after him.

"The health inspectors are coming! Can I hide in your car for a second?" I dragged out my words. "Dominic, pleeease. You wouldn't just eat my food and leave me to die, would you?"

I leaned against his window, batting my thick eyelashes at him like my life depended on it.

Dominic ground his back teeth together, shooting me a deeply impatient glare. His gaze dropped straight into the deep cleavage I squeezed together by bending over. His Adam's apple bobbed. He abruptly ripped his eyes away, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

His voice was icy. "Get in. But stay away from me."

I was just about to thank him in my sugary voice when he cut me off. "And don't say a single word."

I followed Dominic all the way to an exclusive VIP club. He sat in a leather booth with his circle of rich friends. I shamelessly parked myself at the very edge of their section, clutching my portable food warmer. I even managed to sell a dozen hot dogs to the drunk guys walking past.

But while making my petty cash, I kept my focus on my ten million dollars.

I pricked up my ears as his friend leaned in. "Dominic, Chase didn't mean to screw you over. He just had a moment of weakness"

Screw him over? The untouchable billionaire heir got his heart broken by a guy?!

I peeked over. Dominic gripped his whiskey glass tightly, his handsome face looking dark and dangerous under the dim club lighting. It totally fit the look of a man deeply wounded by a bitter breakup.

His friend kept trying to comfort him. "Look on the bright side. When you and Chase were partnered up, at least there were no tax issues exposed"

No sex issues?! So the billionaire heir is still a pure, innocent virgin! Perfect. This made my job ten times easier.

Question: What is the best way to fix a man whose heart was broken by another man? Answer: Make him fall for a woman.

I launched a full-scale offensive to chase Dominic. I saved him seats in the library. I waited in line to buy him iced Americanos between classes. I even bribed his frat brother with a month of free hot dogs to score his personal cell number.

I bombed his phone with good morning, good afternoon, and good night texts, sprinkling in the best cheesy pickup lines I scraped off the internet.

Dominic never replied. Whenever he saw me on campus, his face remained a mask of ice. Untouchable.

I kept up the chase for two whole months. I had no idea if Dominic was moved, but I physically couldn't move anymore. My bank account hit zero.

That afternoon, for the first time in sixty days, I didn't go watch him play basketball. I didn't send him a single flirty text. Instead, I fired up my grill on the corner to sell my cheap hot dogs again.

My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket. A text popped up from the contact saved as [Ten Million Dollars]:

[?]

Huh? Did the heir text the wrong number? But I didn't have time to overthink it. Right as I was flipping a sausage, a guy from my sociology class walked up and awkwardly shoved a single red rose toward me.

"Stella, I really like you. This is for you"

I froze for a second. But hey, what kind of girl turns down a free rose?

Chapter 3

I was just about to reach for it when a beautifully long-fingered hand suddenly shot out from behind and snatched the flower

"Hey! Who grabbed my flo"

The words died in my throat. I looked up and realized the thief was none other than Dominic. He was still in his basketball jersey, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead. His long fingers gripped the stem of the rose tight enough to crush it, his handsome face looking dark and dangerous.

Wait was he jealous?! Looks like my man-catching plan was a massive success!

I fully expected him to say something like, "You're playing with fire, sweetheart," or, "Damn it, she belongs to Dominic." So I instantly leaned into the helpless damsel act, using my sweetest, breathiest voice. "Oh my, Dominic, you are so possessive"

Dominic's icy voice cut through the air. "I'm the frat's grounds supervisor. These flowers are strictly off-limits on the fraternity lawn. Get ready to pay a massive fine."

The guy from sociology recognized him instantly. The color drained from his face, and he bolted down the street like his shoes were on fire.

Dominic let out a cold scoff before his gaze finally shifted back to me. His thick brows pulled together. "What did you say? Possessive?"

I choked. "You heard wrong. I said 'protective.' You are so protective of the campus landscaping, helping me identify a flower thief. Thank you for your service."

Dominic maintained his untouchable, icy aura. He stared me down. "Next time someone hands you a stolen flower, don't take it, or you will get points docked from your GPA."

"Right."

What the hell was going on?! Where was the toxic romance? Why did this suddenly turn into a public service announcement about landscaping?

I cleared my throat and pushed that sugary tone back into my voice. "Dominic~ Did you leave your basketball game halfway through just to come find me?"

Dominic crossed his arms. "Yes."

My heart leaped against my ribs. "Then you"

He cut me off. "I came to buy two hot dogs."

Eat, eat, eat! Did this billionaire heir do anything besides eat my cheap street food?!

I aggressively squirted ketchup onto the hot dogs, refusing to accept defeat. "Dominic~ You texted me a question mark earlier. What did that mean?"

His jaw tightened. "You sent me a lot of texts before."

My eyes lit up. "You saw all of them"

"My phone screen cracked and the texts came through scrambled. I was asking what exactly you were trying to send."

Dominic frowned, like a realization just hit him. "Are you sending out mass spam messages? Don't do that again. It's illegal."

My jaw dropped. The urge to scream burned in my chest. "Then what about me saving your seat in the library every single day! And waiting in line to buy you iced Americanos! I treat you so well, do you seriously not know what I'm doing?!"

Dominic raised an eyebrow, a flicker of understanding finally crossing his face. His lips curled into an impatient line. "I get it now. Fine. I agree."

The sound of a ten-million-dollar cash register rang in my ears. I almost jumped into the air. "Really?!"

Dominic let out a cold scoff. "Yes. I will have a word with the health inspectors. You can keep your hot dog cart open for an extra thirty minutes every day. Are we done here?"

I stared at him, utterly speechless.

Looking into the billionaire heir's clear eyeseyes void of a single drop of lustI knew it was time to change my strategy.

If I kept chasing him with this soft, slow-burn approach, it would take eighty years to succeed. By the time he finally wanted to sleep with me, his back would give out before he could even get it up. Plus, at this stage, he still preferred men. He had zero clue about the physical perks of a woman.

So, I went back to my apartment and stayed up all night binge-reading a hundred bestselling mafia dark romance novels. I boiled down the essence of success into two simple words: Physical Seduction.

Getting a man into bed was a contact sport. You couldn't just let him stare at the prize; you had to make him grab it.

I looked down at my massive 36Ds, pushed my chest out with pure pride, and marched out the door. I had paid off Dominic's frat brother for exclusive intel. Tonight, Dominic was throwing a wild party at his private mega-mansion.

The second I walked through the massive double doors, my eyes locked onto Dominic.

Chapter 4

He was too attractive. Standing there, he commanded the entire room. Gorgeous girls threw themselves at him left and right, but he ignored them all, choosing to talk to a tall, thin guy instead.

The worst part? I heard someone call that thin guy "Chase."

Chase! The exact same guy I eavesdropped on at the VIP club. The man who broke Dominic's heart!

Oh no. Were they getting back together? A toxic second-chance romance right in front of my eyes?!

Alarm bells screamed in my head. I crept closer. Despite the blasting bass and the crowded room, I caught fragments of their conversation.

I heard Chase say to Dominic: "Dominic, I didn't mean to screw you over. I got scammed. That woman drained my accounts We've been together for so many years. Can you just give me one more chance? I want to come back to the firm."

He wants to get back together? Wow. This two-timing jerk cheated, and now he has the nerve to beg for a second chance!

Dominic pressed his thin lips together, looking like his defenses were crumbling. Sure enough, his cold voice cut through the noise. "You can come back to handle the taxes"

Handle the sex?! Oh my god, he was blinded by love!

I ground my back teeth together, shoved my way through the crowd, and forced myself aggressively right between them. "Dominic, do not listen to this loser's lies! He is playing you!"

"A cheater is always a cheater. He screwed you over once, he will do it again!"

Chase froze. His gaze dropped straight to my cleavage and stuck there.

Dominic's face darkened to a thunderous storm. He grabbed my arm, yanking me hard behind his broad back to block Chase's view. He stared him down. "Get out."

"Yeah, get out!" I stepped forward, wrapping my arms tightly around Dominic's lean, hard waist. "I am his current girlfriend! The one he holds in his bed every single night!"

Chase glared at him. "A current partner for the taxes? Wow. I see how it is."

"You found a new business partner and you don't need me anymore. I was wrong about you, Dominic!"

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the mansion.

Dominic slammed his crystal glass onto the nearest table. His face was pure ice as he turned and strode deeper into the house.

Excellent. That toxic second-chance romance was officially shattered into dust! I let out a massive breath of relief. Earning ten million dollars was seriously hard work!

Dominic's jaw ticked, his broad shoulders rigid.

But that didn't matter. I trotted right after him, ready to drill the 'never take back a cheating ex' mentality into his brain.

"Can you shut up for one second?" Dominic abruptly stopped in his tracks.

I slammed face-first right into his solid, muscular back, squishing my chest against his spine. It actually hurt. "You almost flattened my best assets!" I rubbed my chest, glaring up at him.

Dominic's eyes unconsciously dropped to my cleavage again before snapping away. His breathing suddenly grew heavier.

He pointed a long finger at me. "Take one more step toward me. I dare you. Stay the hell away."

I kept my voice smoother than a customer service rep. "Sweetheart, I understand. The aggression and irritability are normal after dealing with a toxic ex."

They say a man is most vulnerable right after a breakup. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I decided to drop a massive bomb.

"Dominic, I know you are still a virgin. You are twenty years old. Do you really think that's normal? Have you ever considered that what you actually need right now is a total lifestyle change?"

"Maybe if you try doing the deed with a woman, you can leave your twisted past behind and be reborn!"

Dominic's face grew darker with every word I spoke. At my last sentence, a dark, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Wow. You are pretty open-minded."

Chapter 5

"What, mocking me for being a virgin? Sounds like you've been around the block a few times."

I swallowed hard, but deliberately kept my spine perfectly straight. "D-duh! I'm practically an expert! Do you do you want to test it out with me?"

Dominic's eyes held a dark, mocking glint, though his tone was icy. "How exactly are we going to test it