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

  “Mind if I take this?” Dana asked. “For old times sake.”

  Michale surely thought the request weird, his face showed that much, but he nodded and allowed it, and after she had handed him the key, Dana went through the door for the last time.

  Within a few days, she had been hired at a small store which sold overpriced knick knacks to women stopping off of the highway, and life seemed as though it would get back to normal. That night, on her second day at the new store, though, Dana returned home to find Greg waiting for her in the parking lot.

  “What do you want?” she asked, and the man couldn’t help but smile.

  “I love you,” he said with a shrug as she stopped in front of him. They were standing next to his cherry red sports car.

  “Don’t,” Dana said, holding a hand up.

  “I wanted to tell you. I can’t stop thinking about you. The… duality you have, the… I’m just…”

  “Intrigued?” Dana finished for him.

  “In love,” he said instead. He reached out to take her hand, and the young woman let him.

  “Come live with me. I miss you. I love you.”

  “I told you not to buy my shop.”

  “I know.”

  “I wanted to do it all on my own.”

  “I wanted to help. I think I already knew I loved you.”

  “The worst part is I think I love you too,” Dana said. “Or at least, I did, but now… I don’t know. I trusted you… I told you I didn’t want your help.”

  Greg sighed and held his hands up. “I sold the place, you know.”

  “I know. The guy came by a few days ago.”

  “You found a new job?” Greg asked her.

  “Yes,” Dana said.

  “You like it?”

  “No.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Open a new shop. Not a sex shop, but something.”

  Greg was nodding. “I could help you, if you wanted. Or not.”

  Dana sighed. “Why are you here?”

  “I want you to take me back,” Greg said.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “I sold your shop. To make it right.”

  “You shouldn’t have bought it in the first place,” Dana said. She was growing tired of the argument, but she found herself yearning to ask the man to come inside, yearning to pull him to her bed.

  “I gave all of the money to charity,” Greg said.

  “Which one?”

  Greg laughed. “A lot of them.”

  Dana couldn’t help it. She threw herself forward, into his arms, and he wrapped those arms around her. Their lips met, and he backpedaled. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a finger to his lips.

  “Shut up,” she said. “Take me inside and fuck me. Oh, and I’m in charge this time.”

  Greg smiled. “Yes ma'am,” he said.

  Dana gripped him by the hair and pulled roughly. “I said keep quiet,” she said again. And all through the night, he did.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance - He’s The Boss

  Carl Johnson screamed as he looked below him and realized how small everyone looked. He was hanging by his ankles from a scaffolding around a half-built apartment block, in down-town Los Angeles.

  ''It's around a hundred yards to the ground. Don't do it Carl. Don't do it to the poor emergency services. They've got better things to do than scrape pieces of you from the sidewalk,'' Ryan said. ''Now, I'm going to ask you one more time about the contract. Who gets first refusal?''

  Carl closed his eyes and prayed the two enormous men holding him wouldn't suddenly take even more of a dislike to him, and let go. He had a wife, three kids and a new grandchild that he absolutely adored. ''Put me down Ryan, this isn't the way we do business. You're not a murderer.''

  Brave guy, Ryan thought. ''There's a first time for everything Carl. You promised to sell this place to me once it was finished. Now someone has made you a better offer you've gone back on your word. That's not nice.'' Ryan nodded to one of the men, and he let go of Carl's left leg.

  ''Jesus,'' Carl screamed. He was now hanging by his right leg, and the man holding him was beginning to breathe hard. ''Okay, Okay. It's yours; please pull me up.''

  ''Pull him in,'' Ryan ordered. The two men heaved him back over the rail and threw him into the building. Ryan stood over him and noticed he'd wet himself. ''Don't do that again Carl. I hate heights,'' Ryan said.

  The building was still very much a shell, and the only way down was in constructor's lift, down the outside of the building. The door was made of mesh and as they descended the wind whistled around them.

  Down on the sidewalk, Ryan felt in his jacket for his cellphone. It seemed like it was the hundredth text he'd had that morning. Cindy again, he said to himself. When would she leave him alone? He'd made it perfectly clear to her he only wanted to fool around, not get into a long-term relationship. Most women understood what he wanted, but not Cindy. She'd just lost her husband to a heart attack, and maybe he shouldn't have taken her to bed while she was in such a fragile state. He'd seen her across the room at an art exhibition given by one of his clients in San Francisco. Her beauty and vulnerability had turned him on. In her state, she hadn't taken much persuading to come to his hotel room. She'd needed a shoulder to cry on, a man to love her and tell her she would feel better soon. But he didn't want her, and she'd have to be told to stop contacting him.

  ''Where to boss?'' the chauffeur asked. He'd been waiting in the Rolls Royce since dropping Ryan off to do his dirty business with Carl.

  ''The Towers,'' Ryan replied. The Towers referred to Mathewson Towers, a huge office block in LA which Ryan owned. His company occupied the top three floors of the ninety-eight-floor building. The rest was a mix of hotel and offices. 'I've got a radio interview at two,'' he added.

  ''Hi Mr. Jacobson, Kelly Cruz is here, I put her in the board room,'' Steffi said.

  ''Thanks, Steffi. Do I look okay?'' he asked his sixty-year-old secretary?

  ''As handsome as ever,'' she said.

  ''You're a great liar,'' he added. Steffi was his backbone, the woman that organized his days, looked, after all, his correspondence and made sure his thousand dollar suits came back from the dry cleaners on time. But disaster had struck, she'd decided to retire. She was the one employee he knew he couldn't do without. He'd offered her a huge increase in salary, even offered to pay off the tiny bit of mortgage she and her husband still had on their detached house. But tired after years in the stressful environment Ryan adored, she wasn't to be swayed.

  Why the hell he'd agreed to do an interview for a radio show he had no idea, it wasn't his thing. He hated the media. He was a real estate guy, a developer, someone who had to make unpopular decisions in the name of making money. The media was always on his case. He knew what he was; he didn't need telling every day.

  The boardroom was the most luxurious room in the whole building. When Ryan entered the room, he was very pleasantly surprised. Kelly looked just like her photos. When she'd sent an email requesting an interview, Steffi had shown him a photo of her on the Capital Radio website, and he'd immediately said yes to her request.

  ''Kelly, hi, nice to meet you.'' He shook her hand.

  ''Mr. Jacobson, thanks for agreeing to the interview.''

  ''You're the first ever.''

  ''Interview?''

  ''Yes, I don't like the media much.''

  ''Well, I hope you like us,'' she said with a smile.

  She was Ryan's type. A glitzy blonde, dressed in a business suit and heels. ''I'm sure I will.''

  ''Shall we just start? If you want to stop at any time, just hold up your hand, and I'll halt the recording.''

  ''Sure, go right ahead,'' he said taking a looking at her breasts as she reached behind her to pick up the microphone. She put it on the highly polished table and cleared her throat.

  ''Today we're in downtown LA, with real estate mogul Ryan Jacobson. Tha
nk you for agreeing to see us, Mr. Jacobson.''

  ''My pleasure Kelly.'' He took a lot down at her bronzed legs and wondered how she got them so smooth looking.

  ''A lot of people know you as the secretive billionaire businessman. Perhaps you would tell us how you got started.''

  ''Sure. Well, I went to construction college and learned how to build, and then I worked for a real tough guy called Jake Inchmore as a young apprentice. He clipped my ears a few times; I can tell you. I learned a lot from him.''

  ''And when did you start your own business?''

  ''As soon as I knew what I was doing. I was very grateful to Jake for teaching me all he knew. You know, the day I told him I was leaving to set up my own company, I was terrified of what he'd do to me. But he was really supportive and pleased I had some entrepreneurial spirit.''

  ''You certainly do.''

  ''The company you have built has seen a good amount of controversy hasn't it?''

  ''In what way?'' he asked.

  ''Well your core business is buying apartment buildings, doing some refurbishments and increasing the rents drastically. There have been a number of high-profile cases where your company has evicted old people and families with young kids. People who couldn't pay the new rents.''

  ''I knew it. I fucking well knew it. I'm the dumbest businessman in this whole Godforsaken city. I thought you were different; that's why I invited you here. But you're just the same as all the others. Now get the hell out of my office.'' Ryan swiped his arms over the table and knocked the microphone onto the floor.

  ''That's the first and last time, Steffi, never again,''he said as he walked past her desk. ''Bloody media. And don't say I told you so.''

  ''Well I did,'' Steffi said. ''If she hadn't been so good looking, you would never have agreed to the interview.'' Typical Ryan, she thought. He was a great business man but a sucker for a pretty woman. She couldn't remember the number of times she had a tearful lady on the phone asking after his whereabouts.

  Ryan slumped into his giant leather desk chair and looked through his emails. There was one from Alina telling him she would arrive in LA around eight that evening. She told him she would take a cab to his home and not to bother sending a driver.

  ''Steffi,'' he shouted. Steffi arrived in his office with a note pad. ''Alina's coming this evening. I'll bring her to work in the morning. How long do you think you'll need to handover?''

  ''I think I can teach her all she needs to know in a month. After that, she can have my phone number and call me if she needs to know anything.'' Steffi looked at Ryan and noticed how tired he looked.

  ''You're not overdoing it are you?' she asked.

  ''What makes you say that?''

  ''You look tired.''

  ''I am tired. Tired of people who don't keep promises. This morning we had to hold a guy over the edge of a building and threaten to drop him.''

  Steffi laughed. ''You have a wild imagination, Mr. Jacobson.''

  If only she knew the real truth, he thought. ''I'm going home. If you need me, you know where I am.''

  The Black Rolls Royce drove to Beverley Park and pulled into a gateway. The security guard came out of his hut and opened the gate. As Ryan's car passed, he waved and closed the gate.

  Ryan loved his home. At just thirty-five, he was the youngest resident in the area. At an average price of thirty million dollars, the houses in the immediate area were owned by business people and Hollywood stars.

  Getting out of the Rolls, he pulled out his cell. ''Party time,'' he shouted into in. ''Spread the word. Starts at seven, let's make it a pool party.''

  When he walked into the house, he was greeted by John Frazer, a man he'd hired in London. John was one of the few real butlers the world still possessed. ''John, it's pool party time. Starts at seven, can you organize?''

  John was tempted to roll his eyes in disgust, but Ryan paid him ridiculously well to turn the other cheek. ''Of course sir. Leave it to me.''

  *****

  ''Hi mom,'' Alina said. ''Yes.....yes......yes. Mom, don't worry I'm fine. Nothing to worry about I'll be there soon. Yes, mom, the flight was great. What? Yes, of course, I've got enough money.''

  ''Moms huh,'' the young man sitting next to her in the train said.

  ''Yer. She's worried about me.''

  ''First time away from home?''

  ''Yes, I suppose it is. I went to college in New York, but lived at home because it was so close.''

  'Where are you headed?''

  ''To downtown LA. My first job.''

  ''Wow. Such a long way from home too,'' he said looking at her. He really liked what he saw. Her long legs were covered by a pair of faded jeans which showed off her slender thighs. Her white blouse had one button too many open, and he got a glimpse of her lacy bra with its overflowing contents.

  ''Yes it sure is a long way from home, but I'm looking forward to it.''

  ''What are you going to to?''

  ''I'm going to be PA to a real estate dealer. I'm so excited. I never dreamed I would get the job.''

  ''Was there a lot of competition?''

  ''Well, if I tell you the name of the guy you'll know the answer.''

  ''Go on then.''

  ''Ryan.....''

  ''Jacobson,'' he said.

  ''How did you know?'' she said.

  ''He's famous. Not for the right reasons either.''

  Alina turned her head to him. He was about her age but dressed older. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a pair of highly polished black shoes. ''What do you mean by that?''

  ''He's got a reputation for treating tenants poorly.''

  Alina had no idea whether what he'd said was true or not. All she knew was that she was terribly excited about the future. It had started with an ad she'd seen in the national press. She'd never heard of Ryan Jacobson or his company, but she wanted a job, and she'd always wanted to work in the warmth of California. When someone told her Ryan was a billionaire businessman, the like of which America had never seen, she'd consigned her hope of success to the trash can. A week later Steffi had called and told her Ryan would be in New York and wanted to talk to her. He'd interviewed her the St. Regis, where he was staying in a fifteen thousand dollar a night suite.

  She'd worn her best dress and a pair of really chic, but extremely uncomfortable heels. She was sure she'd made a fool of herself when she'd shaken his hand because she just stood open mouthed with her hand in his, unable to say anything. It was the moment Alina found out what a powerful aphrodisiac the combination of good looks and wealth could be.

  Her interview went by in a flash, and she knew she hadn't listened to him as well as she should have. His blonde hair, bronzed skin, angular jaw and dazzling blue eyes prevented her from doing so.

  ''Why would he treat tenants poorly?'' she asked.

  ''He buys buildings and increases rents. Then he kicks people out if they can't pay.''

  Ryan didn't seem like that kind of guy, she thought. He'd been pleasant to her, more like a friend than a potential boss.

  ''Well, here's my stop,'' he said. ''Good luck.''

  Alina began to think about Ryan. Was she perhaps on the way to work for an ogre? Maybe he was rich because he was ruthless, maybe he even broke the law.

  The taxi stopped outside the gates to Ryan's mansion at ten past eight. The security guard had drifted off to sleep and didn't see the beautiful young lady peering through the railings. There was no bell or intercom, so she waited. After a short time, she picked up a small stone and threw it at the cabin. It hit the window and to her horror cracked it. The guard woke up with a start and ran out brandishing a baseball bat.

  ''What the hell are you doing?'' he shouted. ''Look, you've broken the window.''

  ''Sorry, I.......didn't mean to. I thought maybe.......you were.......''

  ''I'm calling Mr. Jacobson.'' He assumed Alina was late to the party. Ryan and his friends often invited beautiful women like her to their parties. ''Mr. Frazer, there's a young woman at the
gate. She threw a stone at my cabin and broke the window.

  It wasn't a stone, it was a tiny pebble, she thought. How the hell did the window break? It must be wafer thin. She didn't mean to. Then she imagined Ryan coming down the driveway and telling her off. She'd only been at the house for a couple of minutes, and already she'd caused trouble. Not a good start young lady, she told herself.

  When she saw Ryan, he was walking down the drive way dressed in a pair of white chinos and a navy blue shirt. From his point of view, she looked like a prisoner behind bars. She was holding the bars of the gate, looking at the huge security guard on the other side. He was standing with one hand on his hip, the other swirling the baseball bat in eager anticipation.

  ''Open the gate and let her in,'' Ryan shouted. ''And put the baseball bat down, what do you think you're going to do with it? Hit a defenseless young woman?''

  Th guard reluctantly opened the gate and let Alina in. Ryan shook her hand. ''I'm sorry about this,'' he said. ''Just bear with me a moment.'' He turned to the guard. ''Why do you thing the window is cracked?''

  ''Because the lady here threw a stone.''

  ''Correct. But why?''

  ''Er...'' The guard began to think of an excuse.

  ''Because you were asleep. Asleep on duty. It's not the first time is it? I pay you great money to look after the place, and all you can do is sleep.''

  ''Sir, I'm sorry it won't happen again.''

  ''Darn right it won't, you're fired. Take your things and leave.''

  Alina gasped. It was all her doing; she certainly hadn't meant to get the poor man fired. ''Mr. Jacobson, it was my fault.''

  ''No, you did what anybody would have done. Try to wake the guy up. No, I've had enough, he's history.''

  Alina wasn't going to argue any more, but she felt desperately sorry for the security guard. Where she came from it was extremely difficult to get a job. Little did she know that in LA, the man would have another job the next day.

  ''Here, let me take you bag,'' Ryan said.