Table Of ContentThe Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A
BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One)
by Cerys du Lys
Published by Cerys du Lys, 2013.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely
coincidental.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S ULTIMATUM: HIS ABSOLUTE NEED (A BDSM
EROTIC ROMANCE NOVEL) (BOOK ONE)
First edition. June 22, 2013.
Copyright © 2013 Cerys du Lys.
Written by Cerys du Lys.
Table of Contents
The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance
Novel) (Book One)
Acknowledgements
His Absolute Conditions
His Absolute Requirements
His Absolute Instructions
His Absolute Orders
His Absolute Desires
His Absolute Indulgence
His Absolute Impulse
His Absolute Passion
His Absolute Devotion
A Note from Cerys
Sample (Sequel)
Sample (Sweet)
Sample (Spice)
Other Writing by Cerys du Lys
About the Author
Afterwords
Nook Edition
To Jessie, Linda, and Jerry: You've all helped me so much and been like
a second family to me. I appreciate it so much. Your help and support
has been a big part of who I've become, and without you all of this
would've been so much harder.
All characters in this story are 18+ years of age.
The author of this novel published an earlier, serialized version of
this story online.
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Falling in love wasn't part of Jessika's temporary job description. Nor,
initially, was being asked by billionaire CEO Asher Landseer to become an egg
donor and surrogate for his infertile wife. All Jessika wants to do is help, but is
she setting herself up for heartbreak in the process?
(A Cerys du Lys contemporary BDSM erotic romance novel)
Screwing up on her first day of a one-day job is the last thing Jessika Fevrier
wanted to do. Worse yet, she's managed to infuriate Asher Landseer, the young,
handsome, reclusive and eccentric billionaire CEO of Landseer Enterprises. His
idea of work performance punishment is unorthodox to say the least, but Jessika
finds herself intrigued by this singularly unaffected man nonetheless.
She was only supposed to clean Asher's office, but before she leaves for the
day he has another job he'd like to offer her. Revealing that his wife is infertile,
Asher asks her to consider becoming an egg donor for his family. He's always
wanted children of his own, but the fates have plotted against him, it seems.
Asher's marriage is of necessity, rough and possibly loveless, but his desire
for children is genuine and real. His absoluteness and certainty in himself and his
surroundings, despite everything, captivates her. Jessika finds herself charmed
by this dominant, enigmatic man who seems to know everything about business
and nothing about love.
Behind the scenes, there's more than the fates plotting against him. Someone
has it out for Landseer Enterprises, and they're going to do everything within
their power to cause Asher's downfall. Between dealing with Asher's conditions
and requirements, the cruel gaze of his spiteful wife, and corporate sabotage,
Jessika finds herself lost in a world completely different from the one she's used
to.
Can she rediscover herself and come to terms with her impossible feelings
for a man she can't have? Or in her attempts to satisfy His Absolute Need will
she inadvertently become the catalyst that leads to his (and her) ruin?
Dominant, sexy, and powerful. This tantalizing story of love, lust, intrigue
and suspense will bind you, entwine you, and thrill you until the very end.
This book is intended for mature audiences.
Acknowledgements
To everyone reading this, thank you so much! I know this is just a book, but it
means a lot to me, and by the end I hope it'll mean a lot to you, too. There's sex,
corporate intrigue, suspense, and more, but at the core of this story, it's really
about love, ambition, and living life the best you can.
Enjoy!
His Absolute Conditions
"Don't move anything out of place," the cleaning staff lead said. "Don't use non-
approved equipment, don't speak unless spoken to, and don't get in the way."
This place was strict, apparently. I knew it would be tough when I started,
but the pay was good and I really needed the job at the moment, even if it was
only for a day. The temp agency that placed me here had seemed reluctant about
offering me the job, but the staff lead said it didn't matter, that he(who was he?)
wouldn't be in the office today and they just needed someone to fill the position.
That should have tipped me off to something, but I was blinded by the
money. And this was at Landseer Tower, no less, one of the most high class
buildings in the city, so of course they'd pay well. Still, I had to double check to
make sure the figure was correct; it was more than I made in a week at most
places, and this was only for today. I usually performed secretarial jobs, data
entry, or anything involving paperwork, but I'd done a few cleaning jobs before.
I told the woman at the temp agency I would accept it.
I should have been scared—I was scared!—but I tried to overlook it. What
was the worst that could happen? The job was only for the day.
"Jessika Fevrier," the staff lead said, reading my name from a worksheet and
pronouncing it wrong. "Do you have any questions?" he asked. He looked at
me like I was a nuisance.
Time to lighten the mood, I thought. Not my typical strong suit, but he
looked like he could use a smile, and after arriving at this place, complete with a
fountain in the front lobby and crystal clear glass elevators, I was extremely
nervous. "If I can't move anything out of place," I said, "how do I clean
everything?"
It was a joke. I knew how to clean, and I knew what he meant. It sounded
better in my head, like the sort of silly, sarcastic joke that would put someone at
ease. This man would laugh, give me one of those silly shakes of his head, pat
me on the shoulder, and we'd be fine for the day.
That never happened. He stared at me, long and hard, furrowing his brow in
disapproval. "I think we're going to have to find someone else. It's clear to me
that you are unfit for this job."
What! No, no... I needed this. "Sir, I'm sorry. It was a joke. I swear. I was
just joking."
He didn't look convinced. I was certain I couldn't convince him, was just
about ready to give up and walk away, knowing I'd ruined my chances at a
decent opportunity. He frowned, letting out a loud sigh.
"It's your lucky day," he said. "I doubt I could find anyone else on short
notice, and I don't want to explain the situation to Mr. Landseer, so I'll let you
stay. The joke wasn't funny, though. I'm not entirely convinced it was a joke,
either. Consider that your first and final warning. If you screw up again, you're
finished. You really don't want that to happen."
I gulped, eyes wide. A blush of red heat warmed my face, the tingle of it
making me feel like I was sick, like I should have stayed in bed today. Chicken
soup was good for the soul, they said. You couldn't pay bills with chicken soup
or a soul, though, now could you?
I gathered supplies from the closet that the lead man showed me. Nothing
too difficult to handle. A feather duster, a handheld vacuum, some cleaner
spray, and a special streak-free towel. Basic items, things I'd used numerous
times before.
When I looked at the slip of paper with my assignment, I nearly died. He
wanted me to clean Asher Landseer's personal office? Was this a joke? I
flipped the paper over, hoping to find some other instructions, but there weren't
any. The room grew hotter. I panicked, wanted to sneak out of the office and
back to my typical run of the mill day, but then what? I couldn't just return to
the temp agency.
So wandering down the hallway towards Mr. Landseer's office, I wondered
why I was here again? It was a job, first off. That was a point in its favor. I'd
graduated from a good school, though, and received top marks for all of my
classes. Nothing perfect, but I was more than adequate. I don't want to say that
this job was beneath me, but I'd expected something better after I left college.
Unfortunately, in hindsight, majoring in English Language and Literature
wasn't a great choice. What use was knowing the thought process behind
Shakespeare's Othello when you applied for a job? Not much, if anything. I'm
fairly sure that the cleaning manager would have fired me on the spot instead of
giving me a second chance if I'd tried discussing classic literature with him.
To be fair, this was exciting, though. Not cleaning, and not the technicalities
of this job, but the place. Never would I have imagined coming here. It took me
awhile for the realization to sink in, and I hadn't even seen much of the interior
yet, but I was in the Landseer Tower. Previously owned and operated by
Thomas Landseer before his death six years ago, and now owned by his son,
Asher Landseer, current head of the Landseer empire.
I knew nothing about Asher, save for what I heard before coming. I was to
clean his office, and make it immaculate. Why me? No one would give me a
good answer to that, except to say that it shouldn't be an issue. Asher Landseer
was in an important meeting and wouldn't be around, so I had free reign to clean
to my heart's content and make everything perfect. The usual person who
cleaned, some elderly woman, had requested the day off so she could go to her
granddaughter's dance recital.
Nervous already, my anxiety soared when I heard some of the strange things
people said about my situation. I passed a couple of men at a soda machine who
stared at me, then laughed, saying something along the lines of "I don't envy her"
when they thought I was too far away to hear them. I'd also read, mostly on
tabloid covers and entertainment news articles, that Asher was eccentric and
reclusive. What did that mean, though? I figured he probably just liked his
alone time. It couldn't be that bad, right? He was married, afterall.
Married, and beautiful beyond words. Not that this should have mattered for
much of anything, especially not to me. But whenever I saw his picture, in
passing somewhere, my heart jumped a little. A brief quickening of my pulse,
an intimate little trill of some private thought singing through my head, and...
Back to work. I reached the office, pulled out the key the manager had given
me, and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, I flicked the light switch on and
closed the door behind me.
Everything was amazing. He had a desk in the back, like any other office,
but behind it was a large, bay-styled window with a reading nook built into the
wall. Beside that, cornered off into its own alcove, was a set of floor to ceiling
bookcases. A glass wall and door separated the main office section from a
private meeting area, and opposite that was a chaise with a small table beside it.
The entire office was probably bigger than my apartment, and I used to think I
had a pretty nice apartment.
I didn't have time to admire the place, though. I needed to clean. I searched
around for an outlet to plug the vacuum into, then checked for what I should or
shouldn't need to move beforehand. I would need to dust, but I'd do that after I
wiped everything down first. God, this job was going to be so boring.
And, everything looked perfect anyways. I tried, I honestly tried, but I
couldn't find anything that looked like it really needed cleaning. Maintaining the
atmosphere, I guessed. I couldn't clean a mess that wasn't there.
I should have just done that, should have finished cleaning and left, but I was
curious. The bookcases called to me, like some siren of the sea from an epic
