Sleeping With The Billionaire - A Standalone Royal Alpha Billionaire Prince Romance (New York City Billionaires - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  “And now,” she continued, totally ignoring my very rational point. “We’re about to become parents. We are in love, happy, with careers that surprisingly suit us both, adopting a beautiful little girl – it’s absolutely crazy.”

  “And all because you were sent by your newspaper to interview me,” I replied, causing her to spin around in shock. “Oh, come on. I knew that’s why you were coming all along, the second you mentioned your job. Why else would you have been all the way out here? I offered because I wanted to help you…but I knew what you were doing all along.” I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her. “Lucky for you, I think you’re very cute, or maybe I would have sent you away.”

  “Well, it’s a good job you didn’t,” she replied, returning right back to that bold as brass personality that I so adored. “Or you never would have had any of this.”

  “I love you,” I told her, kissing her fiercely. “And, I’m glad I didn’t, either.”

  If I had, I would have thrown away the best future I could have ever hoped for. June was the right girl at the right moment, and I would always be happy to have found her.

  Epilogue

  June – 6 months later

  “You must buy at least thirty copies!” Roy exclaimed into the phone, as I told him the joy of seeing my book on the book shelves for the very first time. It was an extremely exciting moment for me, a wonderful dream come true, but it seemed like Roy was even more thrilled for me. He sounded like a child bouncing around after eating candy.

  “I already have a copy,” I giggled back. “Plus, if we buy them all, who else will read them? That’s the whole point of writing a book, isn’t it?”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” he joked. “I just want them all. I’m too damn proud of you…and Ali is, too!”

  “Well done, Mom!” she cried out loudly in the background, sounding nothing like the shy, quiet child I’d met over a year ago.

  When I first told her that she was coming to live with me and Roy, she was excited, but nervous, too. Well, we all were. But now she’d settled in and was making real positive strides in the right direction.

  The choice to call us Mom and Dad was all her own doing. We hadn't wanted to push her considering she’d known us as June and Roy for a while, but she needed to. She had a large gaping hole in her life which had been there since the day that her real parents died, and she’d needed it filled.

  As a part of the adoption, we received all of the information about her birth parents, who seemed like really good people. It was a shame that they’d been killed in a traffic accident, but all Roy and I could do was to try and make the best life for their daughter, to give her what she wouldn’t have had otherwise.

  Everything was kept in a drawer for Ali to see as soon as she wanted to, but so far, she hadn't mentioned it. She was still too young and adjusting to the life that we were giving her. She was growing up a lot quicker ever since she started kindergarten, but I was trying not to worry about that too much.

  “Now, when are you coming home?” Roy took over the conversation again. “We have a celebration all panned out. It isn’t every day that your debut novel gets released. Plus, your mom has been phoning; she wants to hear from you…”

  Things were great between me and my parents these days; they’d even been to stay with us a few times. Any past pain was long gone now, and we were all looking happily towards the future.

  “Ooh, I hope it does well,” I replied, anxiety suddenly getting the better of me. “And I hope the publishers like the second book, too…”

  “Stop worrying,” he insisted. “There’s nothing you can do about all of that now; it’s out of your hands. All you need to do is celebrate today, okay?”

  “Okay,” I sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to take his words to heart. “I’m on my way now, so I’ll see you guys really soon.” I’d done all that I wanted to in town anyway. I’d snapped some photos of my book in the shop to post on social media, so heading back sounded good to me. “I can’t wait to see you both.”

  As I hoped into the car and proceeded to drive home – home, sometimes it still felt a little strange to call the ranch that – my mind whirred over how perfect my life had become. I still had my amazing friendship with Hailey, the tutoring job at the Hangout, and my book.

  Plus, on top of that, I had the best family that anyone could ask for. Sure, the way that we all came together might not have been traditional, but it honestly didn’t matter. We had one another, and that was all we cared about.

  As I pulled up my car, Roy, Ali, and Tank were all waiting for me, with Ali holding up a congratulations sign that they’d obviously been working on. Simply seeing that made everything worth it – all the stress, the late nights, the self doubt. Just to have someone so lovely believing in me…nothing else could even come close.

  “Well, this has to be an awesome homecoming,” I exclaimed happily. “You guys look like you’ve been busy.”

  “That’s not it; there’s more,” Ali gushed, before dropping the sign and racing towards me for a hug. “We have organized you a picnic and everything!”

  “You have?” I held her close to me, smiling to myself. Even on my worst days, even when I was feeling my most vulnerable, Ali had the ability to make me feel good. “Then let’s get going! I’m starving.”

  They walked me to my favorite spot over by the lake, where a spread had already been set up for us. Happiness washed over me as I saw how much effort had been put into my celebration; it was so much more than I would have ever asked for. There was a bottle of champagne, strawberries dipped in chocolate, and cookies that Roy and Ali had obviously made from scratch.

  “This is too much, guys,” I told them, whilst patting Tank, kissing Ali on the forehead, and giving Roy a proper kiss. Tank growled a little as Roy and I kissed, exerting his protective side over me, but that simply made us laugh. “But as I’m so hungry I’m going to have to take your kind gesture as it is.”

  We sat down, and all clicked our plastic champagne flutes together to celebrate. Roy and I had wine, whereas Ali had juice. The “fancy” glass was enough to have her feeling like a grown up.

  As they told me how proud they were of me, I felt a blush spread through my entire body. I wasn’t used to having so much focus on me, but considering it was my family, I could tolerate it. If my writing career really took off, I wasn’t sure how I would be able to hack it. Being on one side of the media was one thing…being on the other would be something else entirely.

  “You know, I got a letter from Lewis today,” Roy told me casually, as if this wasn’t huge news. “He must have written it to me from prison.”

  “He…he did?” I stammered, feeling a little awkward. I wasn’t sure if this was going to be good or bad news…that would depend on the content of the letter. Luckily, the thing with Lewis had impacted Roy in the way that it could have done, especially when you considered his past. He’d managed to move past it fairly quickly, even putting trust into another member of staff. Fredrik was a good guy, though. I couldn’t see him ever letting Roy down. “What did he say?”

  “I guess that he must be in some kind of twelve step program for his addiction because most of it was apologizing for what he did to me and the business. He finally seems to recognize that he threw a lot back in my face, so I guess that he wanted to make up for that.” He sighed for a second, before taking a swig of his drink. Growing bored of us, Ali and Tank went off to play with a nearby ball, giving us a little more privacy. “He even said that he understands why I reported him, why I had to get him locked up.”

  “And, do you think he’s genuine?” I didn’t want to step on any toes, but I also didn’t want Roy to get sucked in again. He’d come too far for that. I needed to protect him over everything else.

  “I don’t know,” he sighed honestly. “And, it doesn’t really matter anyway. I don’t really feel any way about it. It’s just like any other piece of mail; it doesn’t make me feel anything…other tha
n glad that it’s over, of course.”

  “Dad!” Ali yelled loudly, dragging us from our conversation. “Have you asked Mom yet?”

  “Asked me what?” I looked at Roy, whose face had turned ashen. “Roy, what’s going on? Asked me what?”

  “Get over here, Ali,” he half scolded. “I can’t ask without you.”

  Confusion flooded me as I tried to work out what this could be. Ali was terrible at keeping secrets at the best of times, I’d learnt that the hard way when I took her shopping with me for Roy’s birthday present, so the fact that she’d kept whatever this was to herself for such a long time was very impressive. As she jogged back towards us both, the curiosity started to get the better of me. It took all that I had not to scream out and demand to know what was happening.

  They whispered among themselves for a moment, making things even worse. But then they turned to face me, and everything stilled within me. This moment was going to be monumental, I just knew it.

  “June,” Roy started in a loving tone of voice, which instantly had my excitement levels growing. “I love you, you know I do. In fact, I think I might have loved you from the very first moment I laid my eyes on you. When you were sitting there, shaking in the car.” I giggled at the memory, but the sound came out a little strangled because the tears were already starting to form in my eyes, the emotion already getting the better of me.

  “And now we’re here, like some miracle, as a family. Me, you, Tank, and Ali…a dream that neither of us thought we could make a reality.” My heart thundered in my chest as I started to finally accept where this was going.

  This was another fantasy that I had barely even admitted to myself, but now that the moment had arrived, it was all I wanted in the whole damn world. To be Roy’s wife, to have an official family unit…nothing could be better. “And now, I want to ask you something…”

  “Mommy, will you marry Daddy?” Ali jumped in, far too excited to let Roy finish. “You have to see the ring. It’s amazing. Daddy let me help pick it. It’s a green diamond; how cool is that…” She was talking so fast that I could barely keep up, which made me laugh aloud.

  “Are you going to let Mom answer?” Roy finally interjected. “We don’t even know if she wants the ring yet?”

  “Oh, you do; I’m a sucker for shiny things,” I teased, taking the small box from him. “Plus, it would be pretty cool to be your wife, I suppose.” But all jokes vanished as I finally saw the ring that Roy had picked out for me. It made me gasp out in a really happy shock. “Oh wow.”

  “So when are you going to get married?” Ali jumped in, still far too excited for words.

  “Ooh I don’t know,” I told her, before pulling her close to me. “It doesn’t matter to me when I get married; all I care about is that my maid of honor has the dress that she wants.”

  “Me? Is that me? I get to be a bridesmaid? Daddy said that you might let me.”

  “Of course. Who else would I want? You are the sweetest, most beautiful girl that I could ever hope to be my bridesmaid.”

  As we all held one another, safe in the knowledge that soon we would be a family by law, I felt intense happiness flooding me. My life really was perfect, and with the way that things were headed, they would only get better. I had a man I adored, and who loved me, too, despite all my flaws. We had a child who needed us to raise her, who we could pour all our excess love into. Tank loved me and Ali, too, which I knew was a huge thing for Roy.

  “Well, I suppose I better phone Mom,” I told them both happily. “She is going to freak when she hears this one…”

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  BILLIONAIRE INVESTOR

  By Alexa Davis

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Alexa Davis

  Part 1

  Chapter One

  Justin, Monday, early February, Portland

  As I pulled the charcoal suit around my body, I couldn’t help but feel pleased by the way it fit me so well. I didn’t grow up with too much; my family was never the wealthiest, so now that I was filthy rich, rather than simply middle class, and I’d made that money all by myself, I enjoyed reaping the benefits of it. I loved having clothing sculpted directly around my frame, I relished the solid gold cufflinks clipped on my sleeves, the thick platinum chain that I hung around my neck made me feel like a big shot…and that was exactly what I was. At the grand old age of thirty-eight, I finally felt like everything was really good.

  When I was in school, and the teachers noticed that I had an aptitude for mathematics, they did their best to hone that. At first, with childish arrogance and naivety, I wasn’t interested. That was boring. I found it much more fun to think about girls and partying.

  But as I grew and actually started to consider my future, I quickly realized that I could use my skills to make myself a get-rich-pretty-quickly scheme. I worked on my own talent, I did a lot of research by myself, and I discovered that smart investments were the best way to make a lot of money fast, so I went with that. And, it worked very well in my favor – now I had absolutely everything that I could ever want.

  “Garrett,” I yelled through my house as I thundered down the stairs. “Garrett, I’m off to work. Don’t get yourself in any trouble, all right?”

  I trailed off as I finally spotted him, lying across my massive couch with three women entangled with him. I shook my head, disgusted at his behavior, but of course, as I was already perfectly aware, he was never going to change.

  My younger brother, who I only had two short years on, was light years away from me. He’d never had the realization that he could actually make something of his life. He simply continued along in the idiotic, youthful way that he always had, using my money to his advantage. All he would ever care about was drinking, women, having fun…acting like a fool. I’d tried to tell him millions of times that he was throwing his life down the toilet, but he just laughed at me and insisted he wasn’t.

  Okay, so I wasn’t a prude. With my millions, my tall, dark, and handsome traditional good looks, plus bright blue piercing eyes to boot, I had women throwing themselves at me all the time. I could have lived like Garrett if I wanted to, especially with my company now pretty much running itself, but that just wasn’t me.

  Then again, I wasn’t exactly experienced at relationships, either. I hadn't ever managed to find anyone that I wanted to let in close enough – not to make things real, not to have a solid, proper relationship with. So for now, I simply focused on the company.

  “Idiot,” I muttered, frustrated at myself as I grabbed the nearest blanket to throw over the foursome. Unfortunately, that small movement might not have been enough to wake up the undoubtedly intoxicated women, but it was enough to wake up Garrett.

  “Urgh, God, what time is it?” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Why is it so bright?”

  “This is called early morning,” I shot back sarcastically. “You might never have seen it before, considering you don’t have a job to get up for.” It did annoy me that he was so lazy, but what the hell could I do about it? It certainly wasn’t my job to force him to work.

  “Are you going to work now?” he asked, actually having the audacity to sound bewildered by that. “But why? Why not just sleep in for once? Why not take a day off? They don’t need you at the office, do they? Plus…” He smirked, which meant I knew exactly what was coming next. “Haven’t you made enough money?”

  My brother was never going to get it, especially when he didn’t pay for his own life. Most of my money wasn’t actually with me; it was tied up in investments and that was where it would stay. At least until I ha
d a solid nest egg to leave behind…and maybe someone to leave it behind for, of course.

  “Actually, I am needed at work – a concept you might understand if anyone ever needed you…”

  “Oh blah, blah, blah,” he shot back bemusedly, standing up in front of me, despite the fact that he was damn near buck naked – a sight I did not need to see. “Yeah, I know, I get it, and if you’re really about to head into another rant at me, then I’m going to need some coffee.”

  I shook my head and sighed deeply. “No, I don’t have time to lecture you today.” I wanted to, I had a whole lot that I wanted to say, but I didn’t need to alienate him. He was the only family that I had left, after all. Any distant relatives that we had lived oversees, a lot of them in England, and our parents…well, they weren’t around anymore. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

  I stalked out of the house before I could get too annoyed with Garrett. I couldn’t really blame him for his behavior because I’d never tried to really force him to change. I’d always funded his lifestyle, but that was just me doing the best with what I had.

  Our mother died when we were young. I couldn’t remember too much about her, except for the image of her lying in the hospital bed before she passed. My father always described her as an immensely beautiful woman, but to me, she just looked frail and sad. If I couldn’t remember her, then I highly doubted that Garrett could, which was likely a big part of the way he acted out all the time. We don’t even really know what happened to her; Dad was always too saddened by the memory of her to discuss it with us.

  Then there was our dad, the man who pretty much raised us alone. He was a wonderful man, a rock through some of the most difficult times in our lives, the person we assumed would always be there…until he got sick, too. Prostate cancer got him. And because he was such a proud man, by the time he actually went to get himself checked out, it was much too late. He wasn’t concerned for himself, though. He didn’t seem to have any consideration for his own needs; he simply worried about me and Garrett until the bitter end. Well, more my brother than me. I already had my life together by that point.