The Shameless Billionaire Series: Billionaire Romance Box Set (An Alpha-Male, Billionaire, Bad Boy, Bad Girl, Romance)

by Michelle Love

  “I want you to come with me. That’s what I wanted to show you, I want to buy a bus for just you and me.” I take her hand and kiss it. “I don’t want to spend another night without you, love.”

  Slowly she turns to look at me. “Are you being serious?”

  “Completely,” I answer and smile.

  Her face still holds no smile, nor a frown either so that’s good, I think. She pulls her shades down and looks at me. “Kip, did it ever occur to you that I have a career to start my own self?”

  “You can write anywhere, pet,” I say.

  “I have an interview with an agent at the end of June. I have to be around to make it to that. Where is it you’ll be at the end of June, might I ask?” Her lips are pressed tightly together and wrinkles form around her mouth.

  “Washington state, but you can fly back to make that meeting.” I look at her and my heart starts to grow fluttery in my chest as she seems like she’s going to tell me no and that may very well end me.

  “So, you really think my family is going to go along with this. I just met you, and there is no way in hell my family will allow me to run off with you after knowing you three damn days!” She looks away again.

  My heart stops beating. “But, I love you and you told me that you love me. Do you really or was it what you thought I wanted to hear?”

  Her head slowly turns back, and she reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I do love you, that wasn’t a lie. But, Kip, we can’t run off together. My family would completely flip out.”

  I may completely flip out if I have to leave her behind!

  “I don’t want to be without you,” I tell her and hope she can wrap her head around it. “Did you not love waking up in my arms? Because I loved it, Peyton. I don’t want to spend one night without you.”

  “Of course I loved it, Kip. Don’t think I didn’t, but the reality is we have very different lives and families. Mine won’t understand or allow it,” she says then places her hands in her lap and starts to lace and unlace her fingers nervously.

  “You are no child, Peyton. You can do what you want to. If you’re worried they’ll cut off any money they give you, don’t be. I have more than enough to take care of you,” I say and wish to retract my words and say it very differently as her face goes red.

  Her voice goes nearly as high as when she screamed about the wild hogs. “Take care of me! Now, see here, mister, I am not a person who wishes to be taken care of by a man. I want to make my own living and my own way in this world. My parents and brothers have ran me and now I want the chance to run my own life. Not switch from them to you.”

  “Jesus, Peyton, you don’t have to yell. You can talk to me, tell me what you want in life and I can help you. I’m not trying to take a thing from you, only help you out. Once you start selling books you will have your own money.” I pause and look over at her as she starts to bite at her fingernails.

  “They won’t let me go with you,” she says. “And what about what you did to me?”

  “What I did to you?” I ask as I pull off on the exit to my hotel.

  Her arms fly around again. “Yeah, Romeo, you came inside me. You may have knocked my ass up. So what are we going to do about that?”

  I laugh and run my hand along her taut jawline. “Marry me, love. I want no other. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

  Her head turns slowly towards me and I hope she smiles. “I’m not marrying the first guy I’ve ever fucked.”

  My world stops turning and my heart blows apart. “Fucked?” I ask nearly breathlessly.

  “Made love to,” she says callously. “Whatever you want to call it. You’ve had tons of sex with countless women. I have you and that’s all. I have nothing to compare that to. What I felt with you may be what I feel with someone else as well. How do I know it’s you who I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life?”

  “How do you know it’s not?” I ask and feel shell shocked.

  I thought she loved me…

  Peyton

  Kip drags me up to his hotel room to talk. He seems to think he can convince me to completely upset my family and go on tour with him. He holds me tight around my waist as we get off the elevator and low and behold his band mate, Bobby, is walking out of his room with a hot red head under his arm.

  Once she sees Kip, she breaks away from Bobby and smiles at Kip. “Hi, we’ve been waiting to party with you, Kip. Where have you been?”

  I look up at him as I see a grimace move over his face. “You know her?” I ask.

  “No, I don’t.” Kip looks at Bobby. “Keep your piece in check, mate.”

  Bobby grabs the girl by her wrist. “Can’t you see he’s with someone? Are you dense?”

  “See, I told you that’s how things will be, Kip,” I snap.

  Bobby stops and looks at me. “Why are you talking to him like that, girl?”

  “Don’t,” Kip says and pulls me as he walks away from Bobby who looks back at us.

  “Whipped already, bloke?” he shouts.

  Kip shoots the finger at him before he opens his door. I look back to see Bobby shaking his head as he wraps his arm around the cheap tramp and walks away.

  “That’s exactly why this won’t work out,” I say as he leads me inside.

  He shuts the door and pushes me against it. “Come with me. Then we will be together all the time and those groupies that bother me will disappear.”

  His breath is hot on my face and he looks nearly desperate. “I can’t.”

  His forehead leans against mine. “Peyton, I need you. I’ve never needed anyone, but I need you, baby.”

  “Look, we can try to make this work, but I can’t go with you. I have to get my own life going,” I tell him.

  “And I want that life to be interlocked with mine,” he says as he runs his hand over my cheek. “I love you, I want you with me.”

  “My, God, you’re intense,” I say. “Who does what you’re asking me to do, Kip?”

  “I don’t care what other people do.” He pushes his body against mine and kisses me hard. My arms run around him almost instinctively and I kiss him back. He pulls his mouth away, leaving me gasping for air. “I’ll get you a ring and take you back to your parents’ house and ask you father if I can marry you, if that will help you to decide to stop being a baby and come with me.”

  “A baby!” I push at his chest for him to let me go, but he doesn’t. “It’s not being a baby to not run off with you!”

  “Sorry, poor choice of words,” he says and tries to kiss me again.

  “Look, just let me go and I’m going to take off. I need to think and I can’t seem to do that when I’m around you,” I say as I push him away.

  I grab my car keys and open the door. One look back at him and I nearly stop, but I know where that will leave me so I walk out, closing the door behind me.

  To be continued…

  LONE STAR

  A BILLIOANAIRE ROMANCE

  Book 5

  Description: Peyton finds herself a mess of emotions as she makes her way home after the romantic camping trip she and Kip took. A slip up on his part has her feeling afraid and insecure about how immature she may be. The thought she might not be responsible enough to have an adult relationship yet is flying through her mind. Kip’s having none of her nonsense though and tells her he’s making plans and she needs to be ready to go. Taking no for an answer is not an option as he has little time to get her to do what he wants. A car and ring he buys then goes to get her and make her his once and for all, before she has a chance to pull away from him, something he fears she’ll do. Unfortunately, he has a contract to uphold, and the band isn’t cool with his plans.

  Peyton

  The soda burns as it goes down my dry throat. The pill I swallow is bitter in more ways than one. With a quick stop at the pharmacy nowhere near my tiny town with all its nosey people, I made a decision to play it more than safe after Kip made his little mistake.

  The man is insane!<
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  I had the best time ever, and I do mean ever. Then he went and spoiled the day with reckless abandonment as he forgot his responsibility in the birth control process. I’m brand new to this stuff and he’s the pro, so I’m totally blaming his ass.

  I’m pissed at him for a few reasons. Number one, he can’t be trusted to use a condom every time, and that’s a big deal to me. Number two, he wants me to run off and join him on his tour. Number three, his dick of a band mate, Bobby, seems to think it’s his job to keep trampy whores around for the whole band’s pleasure.

  Only mere seconds after swallowing the pill my cell lights up and Kip’s name shines at me. It’s the third time he’s called in the last forty-five minutes. I pick up the phone and swipe it. “What?”

  “Hello, love,” he says, sweetly. “Look, I know why you’re mad and I get it, I do. It’s really not a problem, if we end up pregnant I’ll be over the moon. Don’t you worry.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” I say as I look in the rear-view mirror and see tears running out from underneath my dark sunglasses.

  Damn it! Why in the hell am I crying?

  “But I want you to know what I feel and that I’ll be there for you. I want to always be there for you, no matter what, love.” His voice sounds so sweet, and he seems so damn honest.

  I break into sobs and hang up the phone. It lights up and I reject the call and cry as I make my way home alone and shaky as I have no idea of what the right thing to do is anymore.

  The idea of going on tour with Kip on our own private bus is something most women dream a rock star would invite them to do. Not me though. I don’t want to upset my family who still thinks of me as a little girl. One who can’t possibly be in an adult relationship.

  Seems they were right. I trusted a man to make sure we were protected, and that didn’t work at all. It’s my job to be sure I don’t get pregnant, and I went ahead and made the decision to have sex with Kip way too quickly.

  A naïve idiot, I am. My phone lights up again and I answer it since I’ve quit sobbing and only tears pour from my eyes, making things blurry and I really should pull over anyway until I straighten myself up. I pull into a gas station parking lot and answer the phone. “What?”

  “Love, why are you crying?” he asks.

  “No reason, Kip,” I shout. “No reason at all. Anyway, you have nothing to worry about. I stopped at a pharmacy and made sure your little slip up won’t affect us for the rest of our lives.”

  Silence is all I get in response. “I see,” he finally says. “Well, it is your body after all, isn’t it?”

  “It’s my body, my life, and my brothers who will try to kill you if I didn’t do that. So, yeah, you’re welcome.” I wipe my eyes and can see again so I pull back onto the road that will lead me home.

  “Peyton, you’re twenty-four years old! Not a damn child!” he says a lot more loudly than he has been talking. “Go home and take a bath and get your hot ass dressed in a nice dress. Pack an overnight bag and I’ll be there in a few hours. I have some things I want you to have then I’m taking you out to somewhere expensive for dinner and back to my hotel room to spend the night with me.”

  “Are you crazy?” I ask as I take the exit to get to my house.

  “Yes I am. You’re making me that way.”

  “What am I supposed to tell my parents?” I ask.

  “Not a damn thing. I’m going to tell them. I want to teach you how easy it is to act as if you’re grown and can make your own damn decisions. Which you are badly in need of learning. So I’ll be there around five. Be ready.”

  He’s hung up before I can tell him I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to lie on my bed and weep. He has no idea of how much I need my family’s approval. I always have. No matter how exciting I think it would be to run off with Kip, I can’t.

  Kip

  “Yeah, Pop, she’s gotten completely under my skin and I can’t stop thinking ‘bout her. I love her,” I tell my father over the phone as I drive the brand new Tesla Model S I just bought Peyton.

  “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard those words come out of your mouth, son,” my father says. “Don’t let her go. It won’t be easy to get it all going, but make it work, Kip.”

  My eyes wander for a split second to the tiny black box which sits in the passenger seat. “Do you think the things I’m going to give her are too much?”

  “Hell, no!” He assures me. “You’re rich, man. Her and her family need to realize that’s what rich people do. We spend extravagant amounts of money on those we love.”

  “Thanks, Pop. I’ll see you after the tour is over in February.”

  “Nope,” he says and I frown. “Your mother and I will be in L.A. for Christmas so we’ll see you then.”

  “Really? Not going to France?” I ask as they’ve done so for the last couple of decades.

  “Nah. We’re ready to change things up a bit. Frankly, since you’ve told me your big news, I’m glad your mother decided this. One day in the near future I hope we have some grandbabies to spend the holidays with,” he says and I laugh as I picture my long haired, rock star father holding a toddler on his lap.

  “Christmas will hold plenty of kids for you to practice on as I’ve invited a family I got to know while I was held over in Houston last week. They have a set of twins that will be around three years old then and a new baby is on the way and he’ll be here by then.”

  “That sounds fantastic. Your mother will love to get her hands on those babies. She’s been complaining about how her friends all have lovely grandchildren and she has none.” He laughs. “You know how she is. She has to have what everyone else does.”

  “Hopefully, Peyton will agree to come home with me for the month of December. We have the whole month free. You’ll love her, Pop, and so will Mum.”

  “I know we will, son. I have to go. I hear your Mum calling my name. Talk to you soon. Make sure you let us know what the girl says. Bye now.”

  “Bye, Pop,” I say and tap the button to end the call.

  My eyes roam all around the interior of this completely bad ass machine and I pray Peyton will be as impressed with it as I am. Her long drive I pull into and see her father outside watering a tree it seems he’s just planted.

  He looks at the car intently and then smiles when I get out. “Well, hey there, Kip.”

  “Good evening, Matt. See you planted yourself a tree there,” I say as I go and shake his hand.

  “Yep, got me a pecan tree from the feed store today when I went to pick up some more cattle feed. I like pecans and someday I hope this one will make a few for me. If not, at least the grandkids will see some,” he says and I find it remarkable how both of our parents are going on about grandkids.

  “Matt,” I say as I fidget a bit nervously, something I don’t do.

  “Yeah, son?” he turns off the hose and drops it.

  “You see that car there?”

  “It’s a beauty. What kind is it?” he asks as we walk over to check it out.

  I open the back door and it lifts up like some kind of a space ship and he gives a long whistle in approval. “It’s a Tesla Model S. The safest automobile on the road to this date. It can do all kinds of things on its own, like park and change lanes when you turn the signal on. Plus it gets one hundred and two miles to one gallon of gasoline. It’s also electric and can run up to two hundred and seventy miles before you have to power it up again.”

  “Well, I’ll be dang,” he says as he peruses the interior.

  “Have a seat in the driver’s side, sir,” I say and open the door for him. I walk around to the passenger side and get in. “Start her up and take her for a spin.”

  He looks all over then at me. “How?”

  I point to where he needs to push, and he does. It starts up so quiet he doesn’t realize it’s on. “You can put it in gear now.”

  “Is it on?” He looks confused.

  “Yeah, just put it into gear and go,” I say and poin
t to the shifter.

  He does and pulls away. “Boy, this thing is smooth. It’s a rental?”

  “I bought it today. Usually you have to order one of these, but this one just came in and they were going to use it in the showroom, but I added a little to the price and they let me have it.”

  “You added to the price?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Boy, you don’t never add to the price. You make them come down!”

  “Not this car you don’t.” I laugh and watch him as his eyes light up as he looks at everything.

  “Well, I thought you were having to ride on a bus,” he says as he drives down the road. “I guess you’re going to ship it back to Hollywood.”

  “No, I’m giving it to your daughter,” I say and watch him intently for his reaction.

  He laughs and looks over at me. “You must really like her.”

  “I love her, sir,” I wait for his response.

  “So soon?”

  “Yes, sir.” I pull the small black box from my jacket pocket and open it to show him the engagement ring I bought her. “I’d like to ask her to marry me tonight at dinner. But only if you approve, sir.”

  A silvery shimmer shines in his light green eyes. “A bad ass car and that’s some ring there you got her. She’s our baby. Our last little chicken.” He looks me right in the eyes. “You think you can be good to her? I mean, your life is full of things that are very different from the life she’s known.”

  “I know that.” I smile. “I can be good to her. Making her happy is all I can think about. Keeping her safe was at the top of my mind as I researched what kind of car to get her.”

  “Safety is important,” he says. “Can’t say I even thought of that when her mother and I gave her that Jeep. Seems you have a pretty good head on your shoulders. I saw a picture of you when you’re all rock starred up. You do look different. Now that man I’d not give a yes to, but the man you are now, I have to say I do give my approval.”

  I let out my breath and smile. “You won’t be sorry, Matt. I swear it to you.”