The Bluegrass Billionaire Trilogy: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Alice Ward

  “Shut up, old man.” I watched him go and felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt for a long time. I needed to find time to reconnect with him. We’d shared too much life not to share more of it.

  Besides… you’re going to marry his sexy fine sister one day. I laughed and shut the door, grateful for the lift in my mood. “And oh what a day it will be.”

  I walked to the back of the house and started the shower as I stripped out of my suit and tie. Dropping to the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but imagine Alisa there with me. She would walk into the house after a long day and I’d greet her at the door, pulling at her jacket as I pressed kisses to her mouth and then down the side of her neck.

  It would take me no time to get her out of her clothes and into the shower with me, her body beautiful, tight, perfect.

  I stood from my seated position on the bed and moved into the shower, letting the spray hit me in the face and run down my body as my hands ran over my erection, stroking softly as my mind moved back into the fantasy.

  *

  “Your day go good, baby?” I moved up behind her, my eyes moving down to rest on the thick swell of her ass before I pressed myself to her and ground against her softness.

  “Better now,” she whispered and reached back, sliding her nails down my outer thighs as I slid my hands up and cupped her breasts, licking and biting at the side of her neck. Her skin felt so fucking good against mine, and the water was a lubrication that left both of us overly sensitive.

  I moved back from the water jet and pressed my back to the wall, groaning at the cold tile as it bit into me. My hand tightened, almost painfully so, around the head of my cock and I pressed my hips forward, imagining it to be her again. I wanted her body pressed to the shower wall instead of mine, her breasts tingling from the chill, her back arched and hips jutted back, forcing her ass in the air for me.

  I reached out and slid my hands over her hips before pressing into her, the groan that left me felt so fucking good as she moaned in tandem.

  “Fuck me.” She pushed back and took some of my cock, but stopped, her back lifting and falling as she panted through the pleasure.

  “More, Alisa. Take more.” I pressed harder as she cried out, but rocked against me. Her tight body left me with little choice but to lose my control.

  Gripping her slick flesh tightly, I let her have every ounce of my anger, my worry, my desire… all of me.

  A guttural cry left me as I stood in the shower alone, my body shaking as orgasm dragged me under a wave of pleasure. I came harder than I had in the longest time and had to lower myself to the side of the tub as my legs threatened to give out under me. The visual wouldn’t stop playing, no matter how bad I needed it to. I dried off and crawled into bed, deciding on an early night.

  There was no way to shake the sounds of her moans from my head, though I’d never had the pleasure of actually hearing them. I fucked myself three times more before passing out and letting my nefarious dreams sweep over my reality.

  I wasn’t soon to have her, but something told me that before it was said and done… she would be mine. If even for a night.

  CHAPTER 7

  Alisa

  The high from putting Jon Mills in his place the day before stayed with me throughout the night and even into the next morning. I had to meet with his daughter, and a large part of me wanted to cancel. Seeing the girl would only have me questioning my self-worth without fail.

  I checked myself in the bathroom mirror once more before walking out into the large lobby of the high-rise building I was scheduled to be in. Melissa didn’t appear to be in the coffee shop when I walked in, but then again, I had no clue who I was looking for.

  After I ordered a small latte, I found a seat near the back and pulled out my files on the case. If Jon and his daughter wanted to push forward and go head-to-head in court, I had a lot of work to do. Establishing Zek’s character was at the top of the list. That wasn’t going to be an easy task with the press having already splattered his name all over the newspaper and evening news. They were famous for that. Ruining people one story at a time.

  I glanced up as a young blonde walked in. She paused by the door and scanned the room, her eyes stopping on me. A warm smile lifted her lips, and she walked toward me, stopping just beside the table and giving me a sweet expression.

  “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m looking for Alisa Manning. That’s not you, is it?” Her eyebrows pressed together as she worked to look both impossibly cute and unassuming.

  “It is. You’re Jon’s daughter?” I stood and offered my hand. Thank God she’s blonde.

  “Yes, ma’am. Let me grab a coffee and we can chat. Did you want anything?” She took a tentative step backward.

  “No, but thank you.” I glanced back down at my papers as the thought of her calling me ‘ma’am’ left me a little edgy. I wasn’t a year over thirty and yet the perky little tart left me feeling like I needed a cane to get out of the coffee shop. Something told me that she wouldn’t at all be the girl in front of me that she was with Zek.

  A few minutes later, she took the seat in front of me and let out a soft sigh. “Much better. I’m glad you wanted to meet. I don’t agree at all with my father’s proposal for the settlement. He mentioned yesterday that you were one of the top attorneys in the states. That’s pretty impressive.”

  Her welcoming brown eyes moved across my face, and I couldn’t find anything in her features that wasn’t appealing. I needed to get my head in the game. The girl in front of me was a viper, and I wasn’t willing to climb in her nest, though she made it look so incredibly appealing.

  “Well, that’s quite a compliment coming from your father.” I forced a smile and sat back, crossing my legs and picking up my coffee once more. “I’m with you one hundred percent. The allegations of rape are by far one of the more serious types of cases that my firm deals with. A payment to stop the case from going to court is one of the quickest ways for us to suspect foul play or possibly fraud.”

  “Fraud?” Her expression dimmed a little, but she played the innocent albeit ignorant well.

  “Of course.” I took a sip of my coffee. “I’ll be representing Mr. Kellington, who, of course, pleads that he is innocent of non-consensual sex.”

  “Well, he’s lying. He had his way with me in his office, and again at his cabin in the woods. I have pictures to prove how vile he is.” She shuttered as her eyes filled with tears.

  “I’ve heard. I assume those will be seen in court. We’ll get a quick glance of them in pre-trial. I’m sorry that you suffered anything, or that you had marks on your body that were unwelcomed.” I chose my words carefully.

  “Well, he’s a monster, as I’ve said a million times.”

  “Sounds like it.” I took a quick breath. “Tell me something. How did he get you out to his cabin in the woods? Did he tie you up? Throw you in the trunk?”

  “What? No. I went with him because he was my boss.” She lifted her coffee to her lips as her eyes averted toward something on the table.

  Liar.

  “Did he rape you in his office before or after he raped you out at the cabin?” I moved closer, wanting to make the girl feel like she had a friend. The scary part was… she did. If I found out that Zek was lying at all, I would take him down so fast that it would make his head spin. I hated very few things, but rapists were one of them.

  “In the office first. I went in that morning to interview with him—”

  “For a job?” I pulled out a pad of paper and glanced up at her. “I’m just taking a few notes.”

  “I’m not sure I’m supposed to be telling you all of this.” Her eyes filled with tears.

  “Did you report this to the police?”

  “Of course.”

  “Then it’s an open record for me to access. I can do that instead of us talking if you’d rather.” I moved back and acted as if I were going to set my pen down.

  “No. My father said that you were a good person who w
as lost to the wicked wiles of a good looking villain.” She shrugged as if the comment flew right over her head.

  I’d read her files the morning over coffee. She was at the top of her class in both high school and college. She wasn’t ignorant, not by any stretch of the imagination. She was a damn good actress though.

  “Perhaps. I’m here today to hear your side of the story. I’ll make some hard decisions after this meeting, though as of right now, I will rely on the fact that Mr. Kellington is being framed and is innocent. He’s my client, and that’s how we lawyers work.”

  “That’s your prerogative, but he did it. I have pictures to prove it.” She sat her coffee down and picked up a small napkin, using it to dab at her eyes.

  “I understand. Tell me what happened when he raped you in the office. I don’t really need the details of the sexual intercourse, just why you were there. I’d also love to understand how it went from the purpose for which you were there to him taking advantage of you.” I glanced down at the table, trying to give her a break from my stare. “And how old are you?”

  “I’m twenty. I’d been hired as an intern at Mr. Kellington’s firm, Kellington Financial Services. All of the interns get a twenty-minute interview with him because it’s our moment to shine or some bullshit like that.” Her shell was cracking, but only a little. Cute little innocent girls didn’t curse, not as forcefully as the chick across the table from me.

  “Go on.” I scribbled a few notes, but made sure to keep my eyes on her.

  “My interview started off well, but he basically propositioned me. He said that if I gave him head that he would give me a job at the end of the internship.”

  I sat up and lifted my eyebrow. “He did?”

  “Yes, but when I got on the floor, he took charge of everything and did things to me that…” She sniffled and lifted her hand. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, I’m sorry.” I reached across the table and touched her hand, not sure what to believe about Zek taking charge of their sex. He seemed like the type of guy who would get aggressive and demanding in the heat of the moment. I’d seen him in the middle of too many Friday night football games as a kid where he lost his shit on some guy and had to be pulled off by several large players from our team.

  “It’s okay. Anyway. He took advantage of me, and I kept that first time to myself. I figured it was all fine, and the sex was actually great, though it disgusts me that it was.” She shivered.

  “And how did you end up at the lake house with him? I wouldn’t have gone anywhere with him. Someone would have to drag me half dead to that place high in the mountains and away from everyone.” I tilted my head and studied her. “How in the world did he get a smart girl like yourself up there?”

  “He said we were having a staff party at his place. I was working on a project that he wanted to review and work through on the drive up, so we rode together. I had no clue that I was the only one invited to his sick party.” She picked up her drink again. “The cabin was worse than the office. I was his rag doll whore for the night. It was heinous, and I went to my father the next day. I didn’t know what else to do.”

  “Let’s go back to this project you were working on with him.” I tapped my pen on the table. “Did you get an assignment from him and did he have you visit him often under the guise of the project?”

  “Yes. It was a return on investment assignment. I was in his office all the time, and he never made another move on me, but this was after the first time in his office. I must have seen him five times after that.”

  “All in his office?”

  “Yes.”

  “All in relation to the return project?”

  “Yes. Return on investment. ROI is what we call it.”

  I sat back and let out a long sigh. “Thanks for talking to me today. Tell your father I’ll be in touch.”

  “What? Wait. That’s it?” She sat up, her posture perfect, her eyes wide as if she’d done something wrong.

  “Yes. I didn’t want to take up too much of your time, but I knew that getting straight to the source would help me really understand what happened over the few days your situation took place.”

  “Okay. Do you believe me?” She dropped her hands into her lap and gave me an innocent look.

  “I’m not sure what I believe, but as a lawyer, we’re usually trained to keep our opinions to ourselves.” I smiled and stood, extending my hand to her. “I’m sorry for anything you’ve suffered. Thanks again for your time.”

  “Right,” she mumbled and pulled out her phone, ignoring me as I turned and left.

  I’d barely made it outside before I pulled out my phone as well. I searched through my contacts, finally finding Zek’s number buried in an e-mail from Lizzy. I added him to my contacts and pressed the send button before dropping down on a bench just beside a quaint downtown park.

  “Zek Kellington.”

  “It’s Alisa. I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Do you have a minute or should I call back?” Excitement bubbled through me. I had to believe that Zek was innocent, and with the information Melissa provided, I might have a lot of proving to do, but I had a few more pieces of ammo in my arsenal now.

  “You’re trying to save me from rotting in jail. I’ll always have time for you.” His laugh was short, curt, sexy.

  “Did you ever give individual projects to any of the interns at your firm?” I glanced around, making sure to keep an eye out for Melissa.

  “No. Why would I do that? I’m the CEO of the company. Just spending twenty minutes with them in a welcome interview left me wanting to jump from the window. I’m getting older, and I’m really not in touch with that generation anymore.”

  “You are aging quickly.” I smiled, unable to thwart my good mood.

  He laughed, and I enjoyed the sound of it far too much. “Watch it.”

  “Are there cameras in your office?”

  “No.”

  “Dammit.” I pressed my hand to my chest and rubbed softly as I tried to think. “In the hall outside your office?”

  “Yes. They’re in all of the hallways in the building. Why?” The sound of someone else talking caught my attention, but I ignored it. It wasn’t any of my business who he was with and why.

  The fact that I cared was upsetting. “Because I want to see those feeds from the time you interviewed Melissa to the day she filed the rape charges.”

  “Alright. It’s only a few days. We interviewed, had sex in the office, and then I picked her up the following weekend for some time away together. She might have stopped by once during that time, but she would have dealt with Celia. I’m too busy most days to deal with anyone who’s not on my calendar. Or I used to be.” The sadness in his voice caused my chest to tighten.

  I wanted to save him. I needed to have him come out on top. How else would we have any chance of testing out whether our feelings from all those years ago were valid?

  “I want to see your calendar too.” I got up. “Not right this second, but the sooner, the better.”

  “Right. Come out for dinner tonight and let’s finish constructing the game plan. I wanted to show you a letter I got from the SEC too. They’re ready for another round of interviews with me. Did you want to be involved in those or should I call Lizzy?”

  “That’s all me.” I walked toward my car, not sure if dinner was a good idea, but shoving off the trepidation over it. “What time and where for dinner?”

  “My place. Six tonight?”

  “Sounds good. Text me your address and I’ll bring the paperwork that you need to finish signing. You’re liable for all these fees. I hope you’re worth as much as people say you are. I don’t come cheap.”

  He chuckled. “You better come get it before they take it all.”

  “I’m going to keep them from taking it all, Zek. I promise.” The jovial tone I had moments earlier was gone. I was serious in my promise. We might not circumvent jail time, but he would come out with something when it was all said and done
. I knew more than enough to ensure that happened.

  CHAPTER 8

  Zek

  I’d just finished grilling the steak for dinner when the doorbell rang. My button-down shirt and jeans were a good mixture of casual and dressy, or so I hoped. I hadn’t dated in a couple of years, seeing that Lindsay took over my life the minute I gave her the right to. I had no clue of how to dress for a woman coming to the house to eat. And worse… I had no clue what she was wearing. I knew what I wanted her to wear.

  “Stop it. It’s not a date. Shit.” I opened the door to find her in jeans and a cute white top that accentuated her breasts.

  “Are you talking to yourself now?” She smiled and walked in as I moved back and held the door for her.

  “I think that’s the first authentic smile I’ve gotten out of you since all of this started.” I moved in behind her, my eyes moving down from the beautiful curves of her thick blonde hair as it swayed with her movements to her pretty rear. Cupping it sounded like heaven and yet getting slapped and eating alone wasn’t at all part of the overall game plan.

  “I smile all the time, but it’s been a little trying the last few days.” She put her purse down and moved to stand at the edge of the kitchen. “Business and then dinner, or dinner first?”

  “Let’s eat first. You finish tearing the lettuce for the salad and I’ll get our veggies out of the oven. We’re having steak. Is that alright with you?” I glanced back to find her staring at me with a hint of hunger in her gaze.

  “Sounds delicious. You have wine or should I go grab a bottle?” She turned and busied herself with the salad.

  “I always have wine.” I opened a bottle of Chianti and poured us both a glass.

  “My kind of guy,” she mumbled softly, the sound of her subtle neediness throwing me off.

  What the hell had changed from the day before when she was pushing me off and verbally spanking me for diving into any stories from our past?

  “Here you go, my lady.” I moved up behind her and reached around her, setting the wine down by the cutting board and making sure to press my chest to her back. “You smell divine.”