The Property Brokers: A Billionaire Romance

by Sandi Lynn

  The Property Brokers

  A Billionaire Romance

  Sandi Lynn

  Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC

  Contents

  The Property Brokers

  Mission Statement

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Epilogue

  Also by Sandi Lynn

  The Property Brokers

  New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

  Sandi Lynn

  The Property Brokers

  Copyright © 2021 Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Photo by Wander Aguiar

  Models: Wander Aguiar & Andrew Biernat

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  Chapter 1

  Grant

  “You better have good news for me, Grant,” were the first words my client, Pete, had for me when he answered my call.

  “Yes, and maybe. I have an offer for you.”

  “If it’s anything less than $13.5, don’t bother.”

  “Pete, just hear me out. They’re offering $11.5, cash deal, and a thirty-day closing.”

  “Why the hell are you wasting my time, Grant? I’m not going a penny below $13.5.” The tone of his voice was agitated. “You have two weeks to get me what I want or else you’re fired. You’ve had the listing for over a year. Frankly, I expected more from you. You’re supposed to be the best and that’s why I gave you the listing. Get off your ass and sell my penthouse. Two weeks.” I heard a click.

  “Shit.” I shook my head as I looked at my assistant, Tom. “What part of he’s overpriced does he not understand? Everyone knows it’s overpriced and that’s why it’s not selling.”

  “Maybe it’s just best you walk away from it. The guy is an asshole, Grant.”

  “I don’t walk away from any sale. You know that.” I pointed at him.

  “It’s less humiliating than losing the listing. Isn’t it?”

  “I’ve never lost a listing, and I’m not about to start now.”

  I sighed as I leaned back in my chair and tried to think of a plan. My team and I tried everything. I’d held more open houses for that one property than I’d ever had before. The real estate market was down, and things weren’t moving as quickly as they were a year ago. I didn’t want to list the property for that much because I knew it was too high, but it was either do as Pete said or lose the listing. I thrived on challenges, and this was a challenge I wasn’t about to lose. I had an idea, so I called a team meeting in the conference room.

  “We have two weeks to close a deal on the Moore Street Tribeca property or else we lose the listing. Pete is being very unreasonable about the price and won’t budge. Since none of us can seem to find a buyer willing to pay the asking price, I want all of you to put the word out that the first person who can sell it within two weeks will be hired to work at The Roman Group as part of my team, plus four percent commission on the sale.”

  “You really want to do that?” Marcy, one of my team members asked with concern.

  “Yes. The person who brings me a buyer and closes the deal will work for me. I want it posted all over social media, and I want you to send out blasts to all the brokers and agents in every major city around the country.”

  “What about all the emails from agents we get everyday asking about a job here?” Tom asked.

  “Them too. EVERYONE! Now get moving. We don’t have much time.”

  I grabbed my phone from the table and went up to my father’s office.

  “Is he in there?” I asked his assistant, Tina.

  “Yeah, but he’s getting ready to leave for a meeting at the Chelsea property.”

  As I opened the door and stepped inside, he looked up at me from his computer.

  “What’s up, Grant?” He leaned back in chair.

  “Pete called and gave me two weeks to sell his penthouse or he’s pulling the listing from us.”

  “Tell him to fuck off. He’s an unreasonable man and we don’t need his sale.”

  “I’m trying one more thing first.”

  “What could you possibly try that you haven’t already?”

  “I’m having the team put out a blast to all the brokers/agents in the city and around the country. The first person who brings me a buyer and closes the deal will be hired as part of my team. Plus, I’m offering four percent commission.”

  “That should light a fire under their asses.” He grinned. “Why is this so important to you? It’s okay to walk away sometimes. I’ve done it.”

  “I never have and I’m not about to let Pete force me out. I will sell that property if it’s the last thing I do.”

  “Good luck.” He got up from his seat, walked over to me and patted my shoulder. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.”

  “Yes, Grant. Oh God, yes!” Lena moaned as I rapidly thrust in and out of her from behind.

  With a tight grip on her hips, my muscles tensed as the buildup increased. With one last deep thrust, I let out a moan as my cock exploded.

  Giving her a light slap on her ass, I pulled out and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I walked back in the room, Lena was getting dressed.

  “Leaving already?” I pulled a pair of sweatpants from the drawer and slipped them on.

  “I have to be at the hospital at six a.m.” She grabbed her shoes from the floor and walked over to where I stood. “Thanks for tonight. It was fun.” She softly kissed my lips.

  “It definitely was.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.

  I walked her to the elevator and pushed the button.

  “Call me sometime.” Her finger ran down my chest as the door opened.

  “I will. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

  “You too, Grant.”

  Lena was a woman I met about six months ago. She was a twenty-seven-year-old beautiful E.R. resident with long auburn hair and green eyes. We’d go out on occasion for a nice dinn
er, fine wine and then either go back to her place or mine for casual sex. No strings and no drama. I wasn’t looking for anything or anyone special. A relationship was the last thing I needed with my busy career. One woman had already broken my heart and I wasn’t about to ever let that happen again.

  After grabbing my phone from the bedroom, I went over to the bar, poured myself a scotch and took it out on the terrace. I’d thought about my plan to get Pete’s penthouse sold and prayed to God it was going to work. But I needed to be realistic and prepare for the inevitable. Nobody was going to pay what he was asking. All I needed right now was a miracle.

  Chapter 2

  Bella

  I sat on the golden sands of Wailea beach in Maui as I stared at the email a friend of mine from L.A. forwarded to me. After I read it, I stared out into the blue waters while the memory of when I was sixteen crept up in my head. The memory of this very place and the beach where it had happened.

  “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow,” he spoke as his arm securely held me while we sat on a blanket under the moonlight listening to the waves crash against the shore.

  “I wish I didn’t either.” I looked up at him as my head laid on his shoulder.

  His lips pressed against my forehead as his hand stroked my cheek that sent shivers down my spine. Lifting my head, I stared into his deep brown eyes.

  “Are you cold?” he asked.

  “A little.”

  He reached over and grabbed the extra blanket we’d brought and as he wrapped it around me, his lips met mine. Taking my hand, he placed it over the hard bulge that protruded through his shorts.

  “Feel that? This is what you do to me, Bella. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

  His tongue traveled along the flesh of my neck as my heart beat out of my chest. I was still a virgin, and I was waiting until I found that special someone. I wanted it to be magical and an experience I could look back on with no regrets. Somehow, the moment I met Grant, I felt things I’d never felt before, and I knew he was the one.

  I’d only known Grant for five days. We met by the pool at the Four Seasons Resort in Maui. I felt like I’d known him forever. Not only was he easy to talk to, but he was also incredibly hot. He was every sixteen-year-old girl’s fantasy and in such a short amount of time, he’d wormed his way into my heart. We’d sit on the beach, go for long walks, talk and make out.

  As his tongue explored my neck, his hand made its way up my sundress. Pushing the edge of my panties to the side, he ran his finger along my private area. At first, I wanted to pull away, but with each soft stroke, a pleasurable feeling rose inside me.

  “Is it okay I do this?” he whispered in my ear.

  “Yeah,” I spoke in an unsure tone.

  Before I knew it, his finger dipped inside me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt. All I knew was that as scared as I was, I didn’t want him to stop.

  “We shouldn’t do this here,” I softly spoke.

  “Nobody’s around and it’s dark. It’ll be fine.” His lips met mine.

  Removing his finger from me, he untied the strap to my dress and pulled it down to expose my bare breasts.

  “My God, you’re so damn beautiful,” he said as he gently pushed me back, so I was lying flat.

  His tongue slid across my neck and down to my breasts where he took my hardened nipples in his mouth as he groped them. I found myself letting out soft moans as my body enjoyed what he was doing.

  “I want you so bad,” he moaned. “I promise to be gentle and go slow. And if at any time you tell me to stop, I will.” His hand caressed my cheek while he stared into my eyes.

  I nodded my head.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked.

  “Yeah. In my wallet.”

  “Okay.”

  He climbed off me, grabbed a condom from his wallet and took down his shorts.

  “Before you put that on, can I touch it?” I bashfully asked.

  “Of course, you can.”

  He knelt in front of me, and I as I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, he let out a moan. Instantly, he took my hand and removed it.

  “I’m going to come if your hand stays on it any longer.”

  He tore the corner of the package, pulled out the condom and rolled it over his cock. Climbing on top of me, his lips brushed against mine as I felt the hardness between my legs. My body tensed and he could feel it.

  “It’s okay, Bella. Relax. Just relax your body.”

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  “No.” I shook my head.

  “Are you one hundred percent sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

  “I want to do this, Grant.” A small smile crossed my lips as I brought my hand up to his face.

  And then it happened. He slowly pushed inside me. It hurt, but not as bad as I’d thought it would and not as bad as my friends made it out to be. He pushed until he was buried deep inside, letting out moan after moan as he moved in and out.

  “Are you okay? Cause I’m going to come,” he asked with bated breath.

  “Yeah. I’m fine.” My nails dug into his back.

  Within moments, he stopped and let out a loud groan as he came. He pulled out of me and rolled on his back, keeping us covered with the blanket. I lay there as he grabbed a hold of my hand and held it tight.

  “Will you call me when you get home?” I asked as I glanced over at him.

  “Yes. Of course, I will. You’re very special to me, Bella.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze as his lips brushed against mine. “We better get back up to our rooms before your dad and step-mom kill me.”

  “They probably aren’t even back yet.”

  “But if they are, I don’t want your dad to kill me if we’re going to continue seeing each other.”

  I smiled as I slipped on my panties and into my dress while Grant pulled on his shorts.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I pointed to the condom in his hand.

  “There’s a trash can on the way back. I’ll toss it in there.”

  He walked me to my room and before I slid the keycard into the lock, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror in the hallway to make sure I looked okay, so my parents didn’t suspect anything.

  “You look absolutely beautiful, Bella.” Grant smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine, Grant. Actually, I’m great.” A grin crossed my face.

  We stepped inside my hotel suite and my parents weren’t back yet.

  “See. I knew they’d still be out soaking up every minute before we leave in the morning. Please don’t forget to call me. I’m only an hour away from the city, and I’m there all the time. In fact, we could plan weekends together.”

  He placed his hands on each side of my face and stared into my eyes.

  “I could never forget someone like you, and I promise I’ll call.” His lips softly brushed against mine.

  I never heard from him again.

  Chapter 3

  Bella

  The ringing of my phone snapped me out of the past and back into reality.

  “Hey, Krystal.”

  “Bella, did you get the email I forwarded you?”

  “Yeah. I did. Thanks.”

  “I figured you could jump on board since you’re moving back to New York in a couple of days. Four percent is a hell of a lot of money in commission for that property and if anyone can sell it, it’s you. Listen, I have to run. I’m meeting a client in Malibu. Don’t be a stranger and keep in touch.”

  “I will, Krystal. Thanks again.”

  I stood up, dusted off the sand, and headed back to my room to start packing my suitcase. When I heard a knock on my hotel room door, I opened it to find Donald Simms standing there.

  “Donald, come in.” I gestured.

  “I just wanted to thank you again for your help in helping us to find the perfect house here. We’re on our way to the airport to head back to L.A.”<
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  “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.”

  “When does your flight leave for New York?”

  “Tomorrow morning.”

  “I can’t say I’m happy about your decision to leave Los Angeles, but I know you’re doing what you have to for yourself.”

  “I’m always just a phone call away, and I’ll be back to L.A. here and there. I expect your call if you’re ever in the market for something in New York.”

  “I wouldn’t deal with any other broker.” He kissed my cheek. “Have a safe flight and enjoy your new life in New York.”

  “Thanks, Donald. Have a safe trip home.”

  I smiled as I wheeled my two suitcases through the door of my new apartment located at 250 West Broadway. A twenty-four hundred square foot, two-bedroom plus den, three bath beauty that overlooked the Hudson River. While I was in Hawaii, I had all my boxes plus new furniture delivered. It was a mess, but the first thing I needed to get set up was my office space.

  As I was getting my computer situated, I heard a knock on the door. Opening it, my best friend, Ami, threw her arms around me.