His Sweet Torment: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Michelle Love

  Still, something had come between Theodore and David, something they hadn’t managed to fix before Theodore’s death. Maybe I could help bring them together again. It was too late for Theodore, but maybe not for David.

  It was worth a shot.

  Then I would take my half of the money, and I would divide it in half again. That would give me a quarter of the original 100 billion to see me through the rest of my life, and the same amount to give to charity.

  The decision felt good, and I smiled as I could finally let myself drift off to sleep. I was halfway there when something else hit me.

  I had absolutely no idea how to reach David Black.

  There was social media, of course, but it wasn’t like David Black was the most uncommon name in the world. I could try, and I would, but I might need something else to reach him, too.

  Then it hit me. I was being an idiot and making this all much harder than it had to be.

  John Dixon.

  The lawyer obviously knew how to reach David, since he had done so to get him to that terrible meeting in the first place. I could reach out to him, ask him to get into contact with David, tell him what I wanted to do with the money. At least the part where it concerned him.

  It would be better if Mr. Dixon did it, anyway. For whatever reason, I found it greatly unsettling to be around David. He didn’t seem to be all that fond of me, either, and I suspected even if I did find him, he would never accept my call. If by some minor miracle he did, he would likely just hang up the second he realized it was me.

  This would work, though. Or it could. The whole thing could probably be handled without me even needing to see David again, so I could do the right thing and not have to worry about any sort of awkward fallout from it.

  Though maybe David would be nicer if he knew he was getting some money after all. It seemed to me he was more likely to be upset that he hadn’t gotten it all, and probably he’d even call me hurtful names again.

  John Dixon was going to work, though. I was sure of it. And with all of that decided, I was able to finally close my eyes and actually drift into a deep, restful sleep, something I hadn’t experienced since the night before Theodore Black passed away.

  For some reason, though, my sleep was far from dreamless. It was filled with thoughts of David, his smile, as rarely as I’d seen it, the sparkle in his dark eyes, the humor, and warmth I could almost swear was there.

  In real life, the man unsettled me deeply, made me feel strange in my own skin. In my dream, though, he was both incredibly exciting, and he also soothed me, in some way I wasn’t used to.

  I slept through the whole night and into the next morning, and by the time I woke up, I could almost swear I smelled the man. It was almost infuriating, how he could get to me so easily.

  During the day, I could keep my guard up, sternly refuse to let any pleasant thoughts of him into my head at all. Nighttime, though, had been proven to be a different matter entirely.

  In the night, something was different. Something approaching sensuality took over my body, my mind, and maybe even my heart. I had always been too cautious to let anything like this happen before, I’d guarded my heart well, but here I was, obsessed with a man who had seemed indifferent toward me at best, and outright hostile at worst.

  I had never been such an idiot before, and in the cold, bright light of day, I was even more sure than ever that any interaction I had with David should take place with a lawyer present.

  The ideal situation would be for me to never see the obnoxious man ever again, and that was exactly what I intended to make happen. I was still going to do what my conscience told me was right, but I was going to do it while protecting myself, too.

  Something told me seeing David Black again would be pretty much the worst thing I could do.

  But I had to see him in order to do what I thought was right. Giving him the money would be the right thing to do. That was that.

  I’d talk to the lawyer ASAP.

  David

  I knew I needed to get my revenge, I had never wavered. Not even for a second. What I hadn’t figured out, though, was exactly how I was going to make that happen. Just what I could do to get what I wanted.

  Of course, I knew I could contest the will, I could take it to court. I didn’t know what the chances of me winning were, though, and it was pretty damn final. Once I’d done it, I was stuck with the choice I’d made

  Something told me there was a better choice. If I played my cards right, I could get everything I wanted. So I waited, and I didn’t so much as consult a lawyer.

  To the world, it would look like I had totally accepted what my loving grandfather had done to me. Inside, though, I was brooding, just biding my time. Soon enough, the idea would come, and I would be ready for it when it happened.

  It didn’t really take very long. It was only eight days past the funeral, but maybe it would have taken longer if not for Brent.

  I had been lost in my own world, but Brent had never been the sort of man to let me get away with that. He was my best friend, and really my only close friend. For so many years, my main focus had been keeping my business going.

  He’d sort of adopted me, in a way. So when I got depressed and started rejecting his invitations to go hang out, he had something to say about it. In this case, it was more about doing than saying, since he showed up at my house uninvited with a case of my favorite beer.

  At that point, there was nothing to do but bow to the inevitable, and it was while I was quite a few beers into that case that I opened my mouth and started to speak. What can I say in my defense? I wasn’t used to drinking all that much, I liked to keep control most of the time.

  Brent listened, though, and it wasn’t until I had the words out that I realized just how much I needed someone who would listen. It got even better, too, since I could quickly see his mind, his fine, keen, deeply intelligent mind, jumping into action.

  I should have talked to him before, and I quickly realized it.

  “It’s easy.” Brent couldn’t have had a bigger smirk on his face if he’d tried. This was all an intellectual challenge to him, and it was one he didn’t seem to find all that difficult. “You just have to figure out how to make everything that’s hers, yours. I think we both know the easiest, quickest way for you to do that.”

  I winced, but I wasn’t going to play stupid. I did know. Unfortunately. But there was no way Brent could be serious.

  “You want me to marry her? That woman? You know what she did to me, Brent. She got everything.” I grabbed another beer and looked at him. Brent had to be joking, it was the only option.

  He didn’t seem to be, though. He was smirking, yes, but still in the way where he clearly thought he’d had the best idea of all time.

  “Yeah, she did. So this is how you take it back,” Brent insisted. “You want revenge. Well, what better revenge would there be than to leave her in even worse shape than she started with? You marry her, get a quickie divorce, and you take it all.”

  I frowned a little. It seemed Brent was actually somehow serious about this ridiculous plan, but I could also tell he had never been married, or even seriously considered it.

  “That’s not how it works. If we get married, there’s no way she’d just hand everything over to me.” I popped the top of my beer and thoughtfully downed a good portion of it. Brent was an idiot, of course, but I pulled an image of Kaye’s beauty into my head.

  Married.

  She would have to give herself to me if we were married. The thought was as sudden as it was unexpected, and I shoved it deliberately away. Sleeping with the woman was not the point of this exercise.

  “There’s prenups. Just get her to sign one of those, it’s pretty common.” Brent gave me a confident smirk and a wave of his hand as though to say the whole thing was far too easy for him to need to lay out like he was. Like the little details were beyond him.

  “A prenup?” My eyes narrowed, and I started to toss that around in my head,
which was, admittedly, pretty foggy with the beer at that point. “That could work. The person who ended the marriage could forfeit all of the money …”

  Then I realized what I was saying, and I shook my head, which protested rather strongly.

  “No, wait. If I put that in, she would never leave. The last thing I want is to be saddled with a wife I can’t get rid of without losing all of my money.” I downed the rest of the beer, welcoming the rush of heat it brought. “No way am I getting into that sort of trap.”

  I didn’t want to marry anyone. I had decided years ago that I wouldn’t. I’d seen too much in my life for it to seem to be worth it. Even if my brain did fall out of my ear and I chose to get married, I would never pick Kaye.

  Something about her stuck in my head in a way that didn’t seem quite safe.

  “Okay, wait, no. You’re right, but I’ve got it,” Brent said, and I could see him getting more and more excited, his blue eyes bright with mischief, his cheeks flushed. “The prenup will say whoever is at fault for the breakup of the marriage gets nothing. The injured party, if any, gets it all.”

  I shook my head, staring at him. I still wasn’t sure that I got it, and he rolled his eyes at me and then, thankfully, he continued on.

  “Including cheating, David. She cheats, you rake in your money, the marriage is over. You come out on top.”

  Oh, my God.

  He was right. That would be one situation in which no one could blame me for the marriage breaking down. If she cheated on me, it would all be over, and I’d have exactly what I wanted, without having to go to court for it, even, probably. And even if Kaye did hypothetically drag it to court, there would be no chance of her winning.

  It would be trading a doubtful outcome for an almost certain one. But there was still one problem left, the way I saw it.

  “What would make her cheat?” I asked, and Brent considered that for a moment before his grin widened.

  “I would.”

  That’s where the plan started, and the pieces fell into place so easily after that. I would marry Kaye, and then I would start to treat her badly right after the wedding. Hurt, she would doubtless fall into the arms of anyone who paid her even a hint of attention.

  In my experience, women weren’t the most faithful of creatures. I’d never let one of them get close to me, but even so, I’d been cheated on. And I knew that my mother had left me and my father for another man. So it didn’t seem strange to me that Brent could seduce my hypothetical wife.

  Brent was handsome enough, though I was hardly the best judge of that. But I’d seen the women throw themselves at him enough to have some idea. More than that, he was smart, and I could see him having Kaye wrapped around his little finger soon enough.

  So easy. Almost foolproof. I ‘catch’ them in the act; she cries; I leave, I get the money. Simple.

  “What do you get out of it?” I wondered, and he shrugged at me.

  “What else? A cut of the money that I help you get.”

  I struggled against the booze, trying hard to poke at this plan, to see if there were any holes in it. No matter how I looked at it, I didn’t find any. Kaye would give in to human nature, and because of that, she would lose everything.

  Seemed like fitting revenge to me.

  “Won’t it look suspicious?” I asked, poking at the only bit of the whole plan that still seemed a little dodgy to me. “If I marry her so quickly? Why would she go for that? She barely knows me.”

  Brent got this strange little smile on his face, and he raised his bottle of beer, using it to gesture to me.

  “Is that a real question? You have women flinging themselves into bed with you all the damn time, David. I have faith that you will figure out how to seduce one little nurse with no problem at all.”

  I knew I could be charming. I hadn’t shown a lot of that charm toward Kaye, not as of yet, but when I wanted to be, I could make people like me.

  Our start had been rocky, Kaye and me, but wouldn’t that just make it all that much more of a challenge? And if there was a single thing on this earth that I couldn’t resist, it was a challenge.

  “If you’re serious …” I took a deep breath, still struggling to think through the haze of the beers I’d drunk down. Surely there had to be some reason this whole thing wouldn’t work, but I would be damned if I could think of one. “I’m in. What do you say about five million? I think that’s a pretty good deal for you for sleeping, my future wife.”

  Not to mention that Kaye was utterly beautiful, in a quiet, graceful, kind sort of way. Brent would be lucky to have her. Five million was a pretty decent paycheck for this sort of thing.

  “But you only get it if she sleeps with you,” I added. I thought it was likely that she would, but I wasn’t going to take any chances and be out five million dollars. I’d been born and raised in a fairly high-income family, but even for me, that was hardly chump change.

  “Deal,” Brent said, and then grinned. “But you’re going to have to do your part, man, and I expect to be best man at your wedding.”

  My wedding. Oh, my God. It seemed ridiculous Brent would even be saying those words, much less that we had a whole plan to make that happen.

  “You got it,” I promised, and that was that. The plan was made.

  All I needed to do then was to figure out how I was going to turn around Kaye’s undoubtedly negative opinion of me enough to marry me.

  I’d have to shape up. Stop the moping. And somehow push the hatred I had for her down far enough it wouldn’t show when I charmed the pants off her then slipped a wedding ring onto her slender finger.

  Vengeance might be fun.

  Who knew?

  Kaye

  I meant to call the lawyer, I really did, but one of the worst things that could happen to a nurse happened to me.

  I got sick.

  Not super sick. It was just a cold, a particularly nasty one, the sort that had me sniffling and blowing my nose and hanging out in bed with a book, too miserable to do anything else.

  I certainly couldn’t go to work, not with the job I had. It would be horribly irresponsible to give those germs to people who were already sick. So, right when I would have liked to be very busy, right when I wanted the distraction of work, I couldn’t have it.

  After two days of feeling like crap, the third one finally saw some improvement. I was able to get up and have a shower and dress myself in clean pajamas. That was about all I had the energy for, though. So I collapsed onto my couch to watch some Netflix to begin my recuperation.

  I never ever got sick. It had to be the stress that was getting to me. I’d only been rich for just over a week, and I was already pretty sick of it. Literally. The only sensible thing there was to do was to distract myself with television from the 90’s. That wasn’t so bad, it was actually kind of awesome. I mean, what choice did I really have?

  I was thoroughly engrossed in an episode from an early season of Friends when a knock came at my door.

  That was odd.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t have friends because I did. But they were pretty much all friends I’d made through work, and this was a normal workday. Plus, none of them were close enough friends to just randomly drop by, and I hadn’t gotten any texts about any of them coming over.

  As I got up, I was still a little bit dizzy. I rubbed my eyes to try to clear them a little bit, to pull myself out of my stuffed head and itchy eyes and got up to answer the door.

  It was probably the landlord, though that would be weird since the bills were all up to date and my rent had been paid. I hadn’t forgotten, had I? It had undoubtedly been a strange week for me, but I could swear…

  I opened the door, and it wasn’t the landlord.

  If you had asked me the absolute last person I would expect to knock on my door, it probably wouldn’t have been David Black. But he wouldn’t have been far off, and he stood there, staring at me, that small little smirk on his lips as he gazed at me.

  No, I d
efinitely didn’t expect that.

  Suddenly, I was very aware that I looked like crap. I hadn’t brushed my hair, even, and my nose had to be red from wiping it so many times. Meanwhile, David stood there like he’d just stepped out of the pages of a men’s fashion magazine, or maybe even right off a runway.

  Unfair. Bitterly so.

  “What are you …” I remembered my manners, even if it was somewhat belated, and tried again. “David. Would you like to come in?”

  “Thank you, yes,” he agreed, and I winced a little. I usually kept my little apartment spotless, but I’d been so sick that I was sure it was a mess. Desperately, I tried to remember how bad it was. I’d been too caught up in my cold virus inspired pity party to keep the house in the way I usually did.

  At least there weren’t dirty clothes, or dishes, in the living room. That was something, though I was suddenly very aware that it was about the size of a postage stamp. I somehow got the sense he was used to bigger places.

  The way he moved through the small room was graceful. He exuded class and I kind of hated him for that. A man who couldn’t, at the very least, take a phone call from his dying grandfather had no class. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m here.” David seated himself on my white leather sofa. He glanced around the room once, but he didn’t seem to be judging, which I was grateful for.

  I had nice things. I made decent money. I’d never been ashamed of my little apartment. But I knew he lived an upscale lifestyle. It was intimidating to have a man like him sitting in my small space.

  I settled down on the chair that matched the couch, as far away from him as the tiny room allowed. If he started to yell again, I didn’t want to be anywhere close to him.

  “The thought had crossed my mind,” my tone was just the slightest bit wry, and I didn’t try to hide it. Leaning forward, I looked at him, trying not to notice how handsome he was.

  So what? There were a lot of handsome men in the world, and this one had shown himself to be somewhat temperamental.

  “I owe you an apology,” he suddenly stated, dark eyes fixed on me, every appearance of sincerity on his face.