Billionaire: Billionaire Boss Romance: What the Boss Wants, He Gets (Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Boss Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Older Man Romance)

by Tia Siren

  ''No, it's alright. I'm just glad you're alive.''

  ''Where are my jeans?''

  Why does he want his jeans? Surely they should be the least of his worries. ''I don't know.''

  His eyes narrowed slightly. ''Please find them.''

  Nicki went to find a nurse and when she came back she opened, the beside cabinet and pulled out a plastic bag. When she took out a pair of jeans, she heard him give a sigh of relief. ''Here, the nurse said she'd put them in the cupboard.''

  ''Great,'' he paused and took in another breath. ''Look inside the left leg.''

  ''Andrey, why?'' She put her hand up into the leg and felt around. When she pulled her hand out, she was holding a tiny wire with a little box on the end of it. ''What is it?'' she asked.

  He didn't answer. ''Now call Mel at the restaurant and tell her to go into my apartment. Under the bed, there is a black box, the size of a cigarette packet. She should bring it here.'' He coughed and winced. ''Tell her to take my wallet from the bedside cabinet and some of my clothes. She should close the restaurant and come here. Tell her to be quick.''

  Nicki dialed the restaurant and told Mel what Andrey wanted her to do. While they were waiting for Mel to show up, Andrey took his opportunity.

  ''I want you, Nicki. I want to be with you and be the father of our child.''

  She gasped and fought back the tears. ''Then why didn't you tell me when I came to you? Why did you send me away in such a cruel manner?'' She didn't understand his behavior and she wanted some answers.

  ''Sokolov. Because of Sokolov. When you told me your were going to try and interview him, I wanted you to know how dangerous it was.'' He gulped some more air before continuing. ''I didn't want him to see you hanging around me. And when you arrived pregnant at the restaurant I had to be cruel and send you away. For your own sake. He's a racist and will kill you if he finds out about our child. Forgive me, but I could see no other way at the time.''

  ''So you cared for me all along?''

  ''Yes, very much. I have been thinking about you all the time.''

  ''Then why didn't you give me some indication. Anything.''

  ''Because I wanted to do something for you first.''

  ''What?''

  ''Wait until Mel get's here.''

  They sat and held hands as they waited for Mel. Nicki tried to kiss him on the lips, but the pain was too great. She ended up kissing him on the top of the forehead.

  When Mel arrived, she was carrying a bag that was almost bigger than her.

  ''Did you find the small black box?'' he asked. She nodded and held it up.

  ''And your wallet and some clothes. Hi Nicki by the way,'' she added.

  ''Right listen to me, both of you. I've got a house nobody knows about. It's in Montana. I want you both to go there and wait for me. When I get out of here, I'll come to you. You'll be safe there, and if Nicki does her job properly, we'll soon be safe forever.''

  Nicki understood the part about going to Montana, not the part about her doing a proper job. “What do you mean?'' she asked.

  ''Take the black box, open it and listen to the tape inside.''

  She took the box from Mel and opened the lid. Inside there was a tiny recorder. She pressed the play button and listened.

  ''Andrey, my boy, have you come to apologize?''

  ''No I've come to tell you that you are a two-bit piece of shit. You're nothing but a low life, whore fucker. All you've done with your life is threaten and rob people. You've never done half the things attributed to you. Everyone thinks you're a tough guy. You're a pussy.''

  ''I've done more with my life than you will ever do. Who do you think you are? I'm gonna kill you. Leave this to me.''

  ''You're just a show-off. Leaving everyone to think that you killed Judge Hudson but got away with it. Why don't you ever deny it? Everybody knows the jury was right. You haven't got the balls to kill anybody.''

  ''I killed Judge Hudson, just like I'm gonna kill you.''

  ''You didn't, you're a liar and a cheat, I've never met anybody so full of bullshit.''

  ''I tell you, I killed him with this gun.''

  ''Bring him over here. Lift him up. Take him and dump him next to the freeway.''

  ''But how?'' Nicki asked when the tape had stopped.

  ''That wire in my jeans transmitted the signal to the recorder. I knew if I goaded him, he would give us something. I did it for you, Nicki. If you get this story right, your career will take off like you never expected. It's a very hot story. Take it and use it. The world will think you are the best journalists alive. The murder weapon is a Magnum; he keeps it in a drawer in the sitting room.''

  Nicki had no idea what to say.

  ''Mel give me my wallet.'' He took out a couple of cards. ''Here are two credit cards. Use them to pay for the journey. There is a car in the garage in Montana so you can go and get supplies. Here's the address and the number of the housekeeper.'' He handed Nicki a note.

  *****

  Nicki and Andrey stood outside the church and applauded as Mel and her new husband, a rancher from Great Falls, Montana came out to cheers and lots of confetti. Nicki bent down to Andrey junior and helped him and his toy elephant onto his father's shoulders.

  ''Well, Journalist of the Year 2015, what do you think to that. Almost as good as our wedding, wasn't it?'' Andrey senior said.

  Nicki nodded and kissed him.

  *****

  Three weeks later.

  ''Andrey, where do you want me to hang this?'' Nicki shouted

  ''What is it?'' he asked.

  ''The article about Sokolov being sentenced to life in prison.''

  ''The best place for him is the toilet.”

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – Bought by the Boss

  Tonya Campbell was late for work; the road was littered with branches after a violent thunderstorm the previous evening, and the fire department had partially closed the road. Tonya was glad it had rained because it had been unbearably hot over the previous three weeks and the surgery had been littered with old people suffering from heat stroke.

  When she pulled into St James Medical Facility, she waved at Jonnie, the gardener and parked her battered old VW Beetle in her usual place.

  ''Hi Jonnie, how you doing?'' she shouted across the parking lot. Jonnie was pruning a border of roses adjacent to the surgery.

  ''Great Tonya. How's your mom?''

  ''Not great,'' Tonya replied.

  ''Send her my love. She's a tough old thing. She'll be fine.'' Tonya wished she shared Jonnie's optimism.

  The rain had brought the temperature down by a few degrees and everything smelled fresh again. The surgery was built about ten years previously and served the community of Sandpoint, Idaho. The town is situated on the Lake Pend Oreille just outside the Kanikusu National Forest a major tourist attraction. In summer, the town was full of hikers and in winter full of skiers. Tonya was grateful that she was born in such a picturesque place, and she had no intention of leaving.

  ''Here she is,'' Gretta said thankfully. ''Tonya, Mrs. Bain here says she has an appointment this morning, but I can't find it anywhere in the system.''

  ''Hi Mrs. Bain. How are you?'' Tonya asked.

  ''I need to see the doctor about my, you know what,'' Mrs. Bain whispered.

  Tonya knew very well what Mrs. Bain was referring to. Mrs. Bain was a regular because she had the worst case of bunions any doctor at the surgery had ever seen.

  ''No Mrs. Bain, your appointment is for tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.''

  ''Does that mean I've got to come back again? It's such a nuisance. I can hardly walk.''

  ''I'll see what I can do, Mrs. Bain. Bear with me a moment.''

  Mrs. Bain, who was around eighty and bent double, looked at Gretta. ''She's a good receptionist is our Tonya. Without her this practice would collapse,'' she said.

  Gretta was just eighteen, the daughter of one of the town's mayor. She'd decided to
spend the summer getting some work experience by assisting Tonya on reception.

  ''Alright Mrs. Bain, Doctor Aldroyd will see you. He can squeeze you in before morning surgery.''

  ''Oh but he's such a bore. Isn't there anybody else?'' Mrs. Bain complained.

  ''I'm afraid it's either Doctor Aldroyd or a trip back here tomorrow,'' Tonya answered. ''Hurry up, though, the waiting room will be filling up soon.'' Mrs. Bain shuffled from the reception area and sat down in the waiting room next door.

  ''Sorry I'm late Gretta. Was she horrible to you?''

  ''No. She was fine.''

  ''We have a lot of patients and a few of them can be very awkward. But you'll get used to dealing with different kinds of people soon enough.''

  Tonya sat down behind the reception desk which was made of wood and metal and painted a gaudy shade of green. It was seven minutes past seven in the morning. Surgery began at seven thirty and Tonya looked to see which doctors were on duty that day. Dr. Aldroyd, Dr. Day and Dr. Crosby. Five minutes later a steady stream of patients began to come into reception. She took their names and referred them to the waiting room.

  At ten Tonya's cell phone rang. On the display, she could see that it was her mother. She answered nervously.

  ''Hi honey,'' her mom said. ''I'm afraid it's not good news. It's cancer again.''

  Tonya felt herself welling up. Cancer was a word that struck into her heart like a rod of hot steel. ''Oh mom. How can that be? Are they sure?''

  ''I'm afraid so.''

  Tonya felt sick. Her mother had been in and out of hospital for a couple of years with various complaints, but breast cancer was the most serious of them. She'd had a small operation to remove a lump six months ago, and now it would appear to have returned.

  ''I don't know what to say, mom. We'll just have to fight it again.''

  Tonya's mom wasn't old. She was only forty-five, Tonya was twenty-two.''Listen I'll try and come home early, okay?''

  ''Alright my love. See you later.''

  Tonya put her phone down and stood up. ''Gretta, can you take over for a while. I need some fresh air.''

  Outside, she found a corner in the yard, crouched down and let the tears flow. After a while, she felt in her skirt pocket for a tissue and was dismayed to find she didn't have one. As she walked back to the surgery door, Dr. Crosby came out, presumably on his way to see bed-bound patients.

  At just thirty-three, Dr. Crosby owned several medical facilities, many pieces of real estate and a sixty-foot yacht. He was at a point in his life where he didn't have to work, but he enjoyed contact with patients and continued to work as a doctor at his facility. He also happened to be the best-looking doctor the ladies of Sandpoint had ever seen. He was tall and dark with tanned skin and a perfect body. He was always pleasant to Tonya, but she was wary of him, he liked his own way. Tonya didn't know, but he had the hots for her. She was exactly his type. Leggy, slim and blonde with large breasts.

  ''Tonya, are you okay? You look dreadful,'' he said when he saw her smeared mascara and blotchy skin. She tried to put a brave face on it, but another wave of emotion enveloped her, and she burst into tears again. He put his arm around her. He smelled lovely and on any other occasion it would have turned her on. ''Tell me, what's the matter?''

  ''It's my mom. She's got cancer again.''

  ''Has the breast cancer come back?''

  ''Yes.''

  ''Well don't despair, Dr. Andersen is a good doctor. Your mom's in the best hands. She's been having regular checks, so I assume they've caught this in time.''

  ''I suppose. But it's not only that,'' she said. She looked across the parking lot and saw Jonnie. A fat lot of good his prediction had been. ''It's money. She's already got medical expenses of sixty thousand dollars. She can't work, and all my money goes on household expenses. We can't afford it.''

  ''Come and talk to me tomorrow,'' he said. ''We'll see what we can do.''

  Tonya wondered what he meant. Perhaps he was going to offer her a raise, but it would have to be significant to pay off the mounting debt.

  *****

  Tonya found her mom in the backyard. They lived together in a quiet residential street just outside the center of town. Her mom enjoyed gardening, and they had the best-maintained borders in the street. The house was comfortable without being luxurious, but they still had a mortgage, and it was draining Tonya's finances. The last thing she wanted to do was sell the house she'd been born in.

  ''Mom. You shouldn't be lifting such heavy things,'' she said when she saw her carrying a large bag of compost.

  ''It's okay. I'm fine.''

  ''I wish dad were here,'' Tonya said as they walked back to the house. ''I miss him every day.''

  ''You and me both honey. I really miss him.''

  Tonya's father had died in a car accident three years earlier. He'd been driving alone, minding his own business when a man swerved across the road and collided with him. The man had been drinking and taking drugs, and of course, he was uninsured which meant Tonya's mom got no compensation at all. Her dad wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box when it came to financing, and he'd failed to take out any life insurance. Tonya was still cross with him for neglecting his financial duty to his wife and daughter. But it was too late things were what they were.

  ''How was work love?'' her mom asked.

  ''Okay until you called and told me your news.'' Tonya ran the tap and filled the kettle. ''I had to go out and cry.''

  ''Oh, honey. Maybe I shouldn't have rung you.''

  Tonya looked at her mom. She looked tired and drained. In her youth, she'd been Miss Sandpoint and a regular in local fashion shows. She had the same golden hair as Tonya, but she'd put on a bit of weight and no longer looked her best. Tonya blamed the steroids she'd had to take the first time she had cancer.

  ''Dr. Crosby saw me and asked me what the matter was.''

  ''Oh, I like him.''

  ''You and all the other women in the town. But he's a womanizer, and he's a very demanding man.''

  ''I wouldn't mind being demanded by him.''

  ''Mom. Jeez. What a thought for your daughter to have. Her mom with her boss.''

  ''What did he say to you?''

  Tonya put two cups down on the kitchen table and opened the fridge. ''He told me to go and she him tomorrow.''

  ''What for?''

  ''I told him about our financial situation.''

  ''You what? You did what? Tonya, I asked you never to tell anybody about our finances. Its' nobody's business but ours.''

  Tonya cringed. She knew how her mother hated what she'd done. But she'd wanted to get it off her chest. ''Sorry mom. But I sometimes need someone to talk to.''

  ''You can talk to me. What do you think he wants?''

  ''I have no idea. I'll see tomorrow.''

  The next morning Tonya wasn't late, she was ten minutes early. She was anxious to speak to Dr. Crosby. She hung her jacket over her chair and went through the waiting room to a corridor off which the doctors each had their own consulting room. She knocked on Dr. Crosby's door.

  ''Come in,'' he shouted. When she entered the room, there was an aroma of freshly showered male. He was, as always, impeccably dressed in a suit, white shirt, and red tie.

  ''Dr. Crosby, you asked me to come and see you today.''

  ''Ah, yes. Tonya. Please sit down.''

  He loved the way Tonya dressed. She always wore a modest skirt and a blouse. He liked it most when she wore a white blouse because he could, more often than not, see her bra.

  ''You have some financial concerns, and I'd like to help you,'' he said as he was filling out a form on his desk.

  ''Any help would be much appreciated.''

  He stopped writing and looked in her eyes. Mediterranean blue and as honest as any eyes he'd ever seen. ''I will pay off all your debts.''

  Tonya spluttered. ''What? Did you say......''

  He nodded. ''You heard me correctly.''

  ''Wow. I don't know what to say. It wil
l take me a lifetime to pay you back, though.''

  ''No it won't because it's a gift, but I want something in return.'' She looked at his face as it took on a stern appearance. ''I want you to be my girlfriend.''

  Tonya began to wonder whether there was really something wrong with her hearing. What the hell was he playing at? His girlfriend?

  ''Er.....how exactly do imagine it working?''

  ''|Simple, I pay your debts off in full, and you date me. I like you, and I think you're very beautiful indeed.''

  ''But wouldn't that make me your whore?''

  He laughed. ''How?''

  ''You're paying me to be your girlfriend, and I assume that includes having sex with you,'' Tonya said frankly.

  ''I can't imagine anything better than having sex with you. Look at you, you are so beautiful.''

  ''I.......I don't know what to say. How do I know you would be faithful to me? I mean you have a bit of a reputation with the ladies.''

  ''You would have my word.''

  Tonya smoothed her skirt and stood you. ''Let me think. It's all a bit surreal not to say a bit weird.''

  *****

  The same evening, Tonya paid a visit to Lucy, her best and only friend. Lucy lived in a large house with her new husband Steve who owned a trucking company.

  ''It's so nice here,'' Tonya said as they sat down on the terrace with a glass of wine.''

  ''I'm so lucky. Steve is great, and his business is doing really well,'' Lucy said running her hand over her brunette hair.

  ''You two were lovers at sixteen weren't you?''

  Lucy grinned. ''I'd never seen a penis before I was sixteen. I hadn't got a clue what to do, but Steve had seen enough of his elder brother's pornos to guide me. It was a great time.''

  Tonya had a rush of jealousy. She hadn't had a boyfriend for ages, only attention from men she didn't find attractive.

  '' I've got something incredible to tell you. You won't believe it,'' Tonya said.

  Lucy sipped her wine and looked at her friend with curiosity. ''I'm all ears.''

  ''You know Dr. Crosby?''

  ''Oh my God. He's so hot. If I weren't married, I'd.......''