Billionaire Romance: Club Billionaire (The Complete Series)

by Duval, Lexi

  The only silver lining is the money I've saved over the last month or two. My bank account has been suitably replenished, and that will give me time to seek work without too much pressure on my shoulders. The thought makes me feel a little sick. Like an NFL player suddenly being relegated back to Pee Wee football.

  Back to square one again...

  After a week of introspective moping, however, I feel it's about time to get back out there, find a new job, and move on. My life has shifted directions plenty of times before. This is just another string in the bow. In time, I know I'll forge a new path. My experience has told me that.

  So, I get out there and trudge the streets, canvassing for work. As expected, few places are hiring, and those that are seem so unattractive after working at Club Billionaire that I find it hard to even consider them. It's all depressing, soul destroying stuff, but I have no choice. I have to move forward.

  It's Friday, and I'm finishing a long week of looking for work, when a familiar voice sounds behind me. I turn, half assuming I've heard the voice in my head, and see Kyle standing behind me.

  “You look tired, Belle,” he says with a smile, stepping toward me through the snow on the street near my apartment.

  Above, a light mist swirls, sweeping through the streets of Brooklyn and bringing it a heavy chill. It's that chill, as well as the sight of Kyle, that sends my body shaking within my coat.

  “Job hunting will do that,” I say, trying to keep a downcast, sullen look to my face. It's almost impossible though. Seeing him here is sending my heart leaping behind my ribs.

  “Job hunting?” He steps closer to me, until I can smell his scent wafting off his neck.

  I nod. “You must have heard – the club's shut down.”

  “It's only temporary,” he says with conviction. “You don't think the police can stop us for long, do you?” He speaks with such confidence, such power, as if nothing is beyond his grasp.

  “I suppose not. But, I can't take that risk...”

  “Well it's a good thing I've run into you then isn't it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I've come to make you an offer, Belle.”

  My body freezes, waiting for him to continue. He smirks, casually, and leans in toward me. Then he kisses me on the lips, warm and full and sending that familiar electric shock through me. When he pulls back he leaves me hanging in midair, my lisp cast back out into the cold.

  But his smile, the look in his eyes, is enough to warm me. Like a fire has been stoked within, the dying embers beginning to spark back to life.

  “Offer?” I whisper, and he smiles wider, his teeth as white as the snow beneath our feet.

  “I never want to see you hurt again, Belle. And I never want to think that you're not happy. I want you to have everything in life that you desire, whatever that may be.”

  Whatever I desire? Even you?

  “What do you desire most, Belle?” he asks me. He knows what I'm going to say.

  “You.”

  He kisses me again.

  “Then you can have me.”