Billionaire’s Quarry: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Boxed Set)

by Michelle Love

  Nan grinned. ‘Hours? That’s ambitious.’

  He laughed. ‘Give an old guy a break. It would be a shame to waste that enormous bed, wouldn’t it?’

  Nan pressed her lips to his. ‘Why, yes, it would. It would indeed…’

  Skandar pushed himself harder and harder into the swim until, at last, exhausted, he hauled himself out. At least the pool was off limits to the press. His publicist, Zoe, a bull-dog business person with the face of an angel, was scheduled to fly in tomorrow morning to start on a strategy. Jesus, a strategy. Annika was dead, and he was thinking about a PR strategy. Is this what he’d become?

  He could still remember Annika’s smile. She was so much fun, so full of life. God. He refocused, remembering how her athletic body had curved against his, the way her skin felt on his, the way she moaned when she came…he’d had a crush on her since she’d exploded onto the tennis scene two years previously. But, of course, he had to play the cool dude. He unashamedly slept around – the same as any young guy would and certainly his cohorts were no angels. But he was Skandar Mallory - Superstar, Billionaire, The World’s Hottest Bachelor, and People Magazine’s Sexiest Man of the Year (beating his uncle Kit into second place – that was satisfying, he grinned to himself). His smile faded. Shit, he thought now, how did I ever think any of that mattered? Annika’s dead. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to let the grief overwhelm him. What he wanted, more than anything was to go home, wall himself up in his large condo. With a pang, he realized, even if all the charges were to be dropped and he could go back to the US, the press would not let him alone.

  Skandar went back up to his room and shut the door. He lay on his bed and took stock. Carlos was this close to quitting; although the Argentinian had committed to at least six months with Skandar, he had a feeling the man would drop him like a stone if he thought his own legacy might be tainted. Fuck him, Skandar thought, if he’s that flighty, good riddance.

  He needed a distraction. He grabbed his iPad then logged onto the sci-fi forum of which he was a – secret – member. His nom-de-plume was goofy, chosen when he was a fifteen-year-old – SkunkMaladyBibble. It has always made him smirk. He logged in now and checked who was online. He dismissed a couple of the ubergeeks – the ones who corrected anyone and everyone who got any sci-fi fact even slightly wrong – those people were nuts. Skandar smiled suddenly.

  This was more like it – Samadamadingdong was online. ‘Yes,’ Skandar hissed in delight and started typing.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Yo, Dingdong, how’s it hanging?

  Samadamadingdong: Hey Bibs, slightly to the left. Good, thanks, just trying – and failing obviously – to focus on a paper. Where are you at this time? Mars? Jupiter? Atlantic City?

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Would you believe, I’m on Uranus?

  Samadamadingdong: Why, why would you go there? I’m disgusted at your obvious joke.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: But you’re snickering, aren’t you?

  Samadamadingdong: Yes, I am. And I’m judging myself.

  Skandar grinned to himself. Yes, this was what he needed, unadulterated silliness and mockery with his favorite online pal. They had agreed at the start, no real names or details, no flirting, no flaming. It had been a couple of years now since they started chatting – and whoever she was, she had been a constant source of escape. Strangers into friends, he thought, now, the power of the internet and he settled back to chat with her some more.

  Nan laid her head on Joel’s stomach, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed. She adored these moments after they had made love, calm, peaceful, together. He held her hand – which always made her tear up a little. This man, she thought, this man feels like home.

  ‘Hopefully, in a couple of days, the police will be able to let us take Skandar home,' Joel said now, apparently deep in thought. ‘Then maybe you should both stay with me for a while – he obviously can't go home.'

  Nan turned her head to look up at him. ‘Maybe it’s not such a great idea for me to stay with you. I have Hayley to consider – if the press starts digging into my background as your girlfriend, then I don’t want her in the firing line. Does that make sense?’

  Joel considered. ‘I never thought of that…huh.’

  She rested her chin on the hand splayed on his stomach. ‘I know you've probably got all the security covered and if it were just me, then I'd – what was it your Dad said – ride out the storm with you.' She grinned as he stroked her cheek. ‘But Hayley never asked for this so…'

  ‘I get it. Man,' he shoved himself into a sitting position and pulled her to him. ‘This got more complicated than we expected. Thank God for you, though.’ He kissed her forehead. ‘I’m serious, Nan, I could not have coped these last few days without you.’

  Nan reddened to the roots of her hair and smiled. ‘No problem…it's…' She hesitated, dropping her eyes to her hands, ‘it's what I would do for anyone I loved.' Her heart was thumping ferociously against her ribs, and when he didn't immediately react, she risked a glance at him. His eyes were soft.

  ‘Right back at ya, kiddo,' he murmured, and Nana felt the relief flood through her. He loved her. Good, she thought, thank God.

  Because I am in way too deep…

  In breaking news, tennis ace Skandar Mallory has been given leave to return to the United States by the Italian police investigating the murder of nineteen-year-old Annika Hahn, the young WTA player ranked fifteenth in the world, who was brutally murdered at her hotel last week. Mallory, the grandson of wealthy Seattle business and philanthropist, Randall Mallory, was arrested but has not been charged with any crime. The twenty-five-year-old is known to have been with Miss Hahn on the night of her death, but so far no evidence had been found to link him to her murder. The Italian police say Mr. Mallory understands that he may be extradited back to Rome should formal charges be made in the future.

  Skandar felt like kissing the Washington ground as he landed back in Seattle. The flight from Italy had been one of dodging the press – which meant change after change in remote parts of the world to get back home. Instead of the usual transatlantic route, he and Joel had taken the longer route – across Europe and Asia and finally down through Anchorage to Seattle. They’d sent Nan back a day before they themselves had left Rome so the press wouldn't get used to her being with them and follow her home. He had to admit; he'd seen parts of the world even he had never visited, but it had taken four days, and he and his dad were exhausted and sick of fast food grabbed at weird times of the night.

  His grandfather, Ran, had arranged for a town car to pick them up and they flopped into the air-conditioned car, and both of them fell asleep immediately.

  Somehow, they'd gotten back to his grandfather's house because the next reasonable cognitive thought he had was that he was in a soft bed, and it was evening again. He got up and stood under a refreshing shower, sighing with relief at feeling vaguely normal again.

  Downstairs he heard voices from the dining room and followed the sound. He found Ran, Joel, Nan and Quilla sitting eating pizza straight from the boxes – he loved that his billionaire family didn’t have graces – and a young girl he didn't know, long straight blonde hair, almond eyes a dark brown, long, long legs. Jakob was on his cell phone on the other side of the room.

  Quilla got up to hug Skandar. ‘You okay, bug?’ She wrapped her arms around him – quite a feat when he stood over a foot taller than her. He lifted her off her feet and swung her. She giggled as he set her down.

  ‘Well, that’s more like it, come sit.’

  Nan leaned over to kiss his cheek. ‘Skandar, this is my sister, Hayley – she doesn’t need me to tell her who you are.’

  ‘Quite, hi Skandar.’

  He liked that she didn’t look star struck – the reaction he was used to getting – and it was a relief. If she was nice as Nan then…he sat down next to her.

  As if reading his mind, she grinned. ‘If you're wondering if I'll be as sweet and comforting as my sister, you're wrong. I
will shamelessly mock you like we’ve known each other forever.’

  Skandar burst out laughing. Ran, at the other end of the table, grinned. ‘You tell him, Hayley.

  Jakob finished his call and came back to the table. ‘Hey, Skan, happy to see you, buddy.'

  ‘Hey, Jakob…how’s everything?’

  Jakob exchanged a glance with Quilla, who smiled. ‘Actually, we might have some news.’

  ‘Oh my, you’re…’ Nan started, but Quilla quickly waved her hand.

  ‘No, God, no, nothing like that. Joel…remember that you talked to Jakob about building sports centers for the communities in Seattle without access? We might have found your first site.’

  Jakob smiled at his lover. ‘Quilla’s been scouting for places in her lunch breaks – never let it be said this girl doesn’t commit.’

  ‘That’s great…wow, I hadn’t even thought past the initial idea but damn, Quilla, Jakob, that’s amazing.’

  Skandar looked at his father, bemused. ‘What’s this?’

  ‘Your dad’s going to build community sports centers,’ Nan said proudly. Skandar smiled.

  ‘You gonna find the new…um…me?’

  Hayley snorted, and Nan scowled at her. Skandar raised an eyebrow and Hayley shrugged.

  ‘Sorry, just warming up to that mockery I was talking about.’

  ‘Hayley,' her sister's voice carried a warning, but Skandar grinned.

  ‘You are one weird girl,' he said to Hayley who smiled with her mouth full of pizza.

  Soon they had broken up into groups and Skandar, and Hayley went outside to play with the dogs. He sized her up as they ran around. She was tall, almost six foot, he guessed, slender but not skinny. Her long blonde hair hung in a straight curtain around her topped with a wool hat. Her willowy body was clad in skinny jeans and a loose fitting tee. Skandar realized he was staring – and that she'd noticed. He grinned guiltily as she stuck her hand on her hip and struck a pose.

  ‘I know, it’s impossible for you not to look, what with all this going on,’ she waved her hand up and down her body then laughed. ‘Dude, we’re practically brother and sister.’

  He followed her over to the swing set which had been there since his dad was a toddler. ‘How’d you figure that one?’

  ‘Well, if my sister and your dad are dating…I'm wrong; I'm your aunt. So behave.’ She pulled a serious face which turned quickly into duck face. Skandar grinned.

  ‘Dude,' – she looked like she didn't mind being called dude, so he risked it – ‘You are so nutso. So come on, get serious, tell me about you.’

  Hayley swung gently back and forth on the swing. ‘What do you want to know?’

  ‘You work?’

  She nodded. ‘Part time at a comic store Downtown. I’m at college most of the time.’

  ‘Studying.’

  ‘Sports Psychology.'

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Jerk. So come on, what?’

  ‘Architecture.’

  ‘Jakob’s field, he could help you out.’

  ‘I intend on picking his brains. His girlfriend is cute.'

  ‘Quilla’s a peach, yeah. Still, can’t believe what happened to her.’

  ‘That’s the night my sister met your dad. At the hospital.’

  Skandar raised his eyebrows at her. ‘Really? Smooth moves, Pa, macking on the patients while your brother’s girl is bleeding to death.’

  Hayley winced then rolled her eyes. ‘Nan wasn’t the patient, I was, and he wasn’t macking on anybody.’

  ‘Chill, I was kidding. Why were you there?’

  Hayley didn't answer for a second, and a myriad of crazy reasons ran through his mind. Then she shrugged. ‘Potted version, got drunk, got in the car with drunk, drunk rolled car. Got lucky, minor cuts and bruises and no charges.’ She looked at him and for the first time, she saw a vulnerable side to her.

  ‘Hey,’ he said gently, ‘no judgment here. We’ve all done dumb stuff…’

  They were quiet for a moment. The evening was mild, and a fresh breeze blew in from the lake on the property.

  ‘So,’ Hayley’s voice was hesitant, ‘do you want to talk about it? I just thought someone around your age, not family, maybe…’

  Skandar grinned sideways at her. ‘Didn’t you just tell me you’re my Aunt?’

  She didn’t smile. ‘Skandar.’

  He looked away. ‘I…jeez, I don’t even know what to tell you. Annika and I had been flirting a while, you know. She never knew this, but I had the biggest crush on her for years. Of course, being a douchebag, I never let her know, played the field, tried to make her jealous. It worked. Now…’ He shook his head. ‘Wish I hadn’t waited. I thought we had forever.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’

  Skandar squinted across to where the dogs were busy digging up his grandfather’s prized rose bed.

  ‘She was a sweet kid, you know? Why anyone would want to do that to her…’ He trailed off, looking inside at his family, talking and laughing. ‘They think it’s all going to be okay, I can tell.’

  ‘That should give you some comfort.’

  ‘I honestly don’t know. A part of me feels I should be punished for not protecting her.’

  Hayley was silent. ‘Were you together long?’

  Skandar shook his head. ‘Just that night. We'd been flirting and building up to it through the whole meet, then that evening, she came to my room. Said she was tired of waiting.’

  ‘Why’d she leave then?’

  Skandar looked desolate. ‘Carlos Sosa. He has me on a strict no carbs, no sex, no fun regime. He called me that night, said he was coming up to see me, so I had to send her away. If I hadn't, she'd be alive now. God.’

  He put his face in his hands, trying not to scream. Hayley was quiet, leaving him to get hold of himself. He looked up eventually with red eyes.

  ‘Thanks for listening. We don't even know each other, but it's been good.'

  Hayley, never shy, grabbed his phone from his back pocket and programmed her number into it. ‘Call whenever. If you just need to shout and curse, call me, we’ll drive up into the mountains and find a quiet spot and howl and curse to our hearts’ content.’

  She held her hand up for a high-five which he returned and handed his phone back. ‘I'm getting cold, so I'm going to head in. Coming?’

  ‘In a sec.’ He watched her lope back to the house. Good kid, he thought. Real good kid.

  He looked forward to having her as a friend.

  Quilla Chen rested her hand on Jakob’s thigh as he drove them back to their apartment, gazing out at the lights of the city. She heard him sigh and turned to him. His brow was furrowed, his eyes uneasy.

  ‘What are you thinking about?' She stroked his hair back over his ear. Jakob flashed a smile at her but it faded, and he shook his head. ‘Skandar. Damn kid would get himself into trouble.’

  ‘To be fair,' Quilla said gently, ‘he didn't do anything wrong. In fact listening to Joel and Nan tell it, it just seems weird all around. Have you considered that someone might be out to frame him? A rival?’

  He gave her a sharp look then, and she realized he hadn’t considered it. ‘I'm just giving you a for instance,' she tried to get him to smile, but his eyes were hard. ‘What? I didn’t mean to upset you.’

  His face softened. ‘You could never upset me, beautiful. I just had never thought…we’ll talk about this at home, just give me five minutes, I don’t want to be driving when we talk about it.’

  Confused, Quilla nodded, but twenty minutes later she understood. They were sitting in their living room, lights dimmed, and as Quilla kicked off her shoes and curled her legs underneath her, Jakob said the one word that made her skin crawl, her stomach drop. ‘Gregor.’

  Quilla felt the blood drain out of her face. ‘What?’

  Jakob, seeing her distress, sat down next to her and pulled her into the crook of his arm. ‘It's just a theory,' he said, kissing her temple. ‘But we can't fi
nd him; the police can't find him. If he thinks – and God, I hate even saying this out loud – if he thinks he hasn't got ‘enough' revenge on me, he could be going after the rest of the family. He knows he won’t get near you again.’

  Quilla didn't say anything, and he tightened his arm around her. ‘Sorry, baby. I might be totally paranoid, but it's worth looking into, right?'

  She nodded. ‘God, yes, anything to help Skandar. I'm a year younger than him, but I feel like a momma bear when he's around.'

  ‘You’re an old soul, Quilla Chen. Something else made me think tonight.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘When Nan thought you were pregnant.’

  Quilla laughed. ‘Why is it that whenever a woman says she has news it's always presumed, she's either pregnant or engaged? I might be climbing Everest or…' she cast around, ‘giving an enema to a Blue Whale.'

  Jakob shook his head, still chuckling. ‘Only you could think up something like that. No, what I mean is…for just the briefest second when Nan thought you were pregnant, a part of me wanted you to say ‘Actually yes.’ Then, of course, I got it together and told myself…we haven’t even had that conversation.’

  Quilla chewed her lip. ‘We’ve been together for what now? Six months? Do you think it’s too soon? I mean to discuss in the abstract, yes, but I’m not ready to have kids yet.’

  Jakob nodded. ‘Which was my first thought and there’s something else we’ve ignored up until now. There're twenty-three years between us, Quilla. We've glossed over that fact so far, but it is a consideration we have to deal with.'

  Quilla suddenly felt tears threatening. ‘I love you; I don’t want to be with anyone else.’

  He kissed her. ‘Me neither. This is it for me. But…I have, to be honest. Children have never been high on my list. So if we reach a point where it becomes an issue, we need to face it. Although for a second I was swayed by the idea of you being pregnant, in all honesty, I can’t see it happening.’

  Quilla nodded, her throat thick. She snuggled into his chest so he couldn’t see the sadness in her eyes.