Billionaire Contemporary Romance
My laptop was
sitting on my coffee table, staring at me, as if daring me to pick it up. I
refused to do so. I knew, the moment I did, I would check my email, and I didn’t want to stalk my own messages
because it was bad enough that I was constantly thinking about what might be
there. It would be worse if I was obsessively checking my inbox like I was
dying to.
“Laurel, can you forward me that coupon you have for those
boots?” my roommate Jane Banner asked as she came into the living room of our
shared apartment. “I want to order them before they run out of my size.”
“Sure,” I said, trying not to show my disdain. My roommate,
Jane, is so sweet, it’s hard not to do what she asks despite how I felt about
my laptop at the moment. It was the last
day that applicants for the prestigious MBA program at Cambridge University could
expect to be notified of whether or not they had been accepted into the
program, so I hadn’t even picked up an electronic device in the last three
hours. Normally on a Saturday, my phone would be glued to my hand. Not today.
While I really wanted to know if I got in, part of me also knew if I never
checked, I couldn’t be disappointed.
“What’s that face?” Jane asked, standing in front of me with
one hand on her slender hip. “I thought you weren’t going to use it.”
“No, I’m not. The coupon is yours. I just don’t want to
check my email.”
“Oh! Laurel, please!” Jane said, bouncing over to me as she
rolled her eyes. “You’ve got this. There is no doubt in my mind that you got
in.”
I made a
face at her and opened my email, deciding to search for the email she wanted
from the swanky boutique I just happened to have a coupon for first. I found it
and forwarded it to her and then quickly scanned my inbox.
The door opened, and
he got out, offering me his hand. We weren’t at the front of the hotel, though. We’d pulled into a
private garage I didn’t know existed. AJ tugged me along behind him, and we
entered the building, going straight to an elevator that was near the entrance.
He pushed a button, and the door closed.
Immediately, he
backed me into the corner, and I was lost in his blue eyes. His lips were warm
and soft when they came crashing down on my neck. His hands settled on my
waist, my arms wrapping around his neck. I hoped no one else entered this
elevator and imagined we were giving the security guards watching the cameras a
show.
His hands travelled
up from my waist, higher and higher until they were so close to cupping my
breasts, I gasped with anticipation. His kisses became deeper as he sucked and
nipped at the flesh between my neck and shoulder. I lowered my head and found
his ear, dragging his lobe between my teeth and closing my teeth gently until
he moaned.
The elevator chimed,
and without letting go of me, he pulled me along through a short hallway and
into what had to have been the penthouse suite. His lips found mine as we
entered a bedroom with a massive bed and a spectacular view that I only got a
few glimpses of. When he began to unbutton his shirt, there was nothing else in
the world that could’ve kept my
attention more than the lean physique I was staring at. His chiselled abs were
rock solid and disappeared into his pants in an intoxicating V that drew my
fingers to trace along the edge.
I quickly took the
cash and my phone out of my secret hiding spot and kicked off my shoes as he
discarded his shoes and socks and took off his watch. Whatever it was he’d been messing with earlier, he set
on the nightstand along with his wallet and the room key. I wondered if he had
a condom, but I wasn’t about to ask. At this point, I wasn’t going to ruin the
moment to ask about protection when I wanted him so badly, foolish as it was.
His eyes
were dark and smoky as we met each other near the bed. He tugged my dress down
and out of the way, leaving me in only my thong and demi bra. My hands rested
on his belt, and his mouth came down on my neck again. This time, his hands
found my breasts easily enough, and through the thin lacy fabric, my n*pples
hardened instantly at his touch, leaning into him as he pinched and kneaded my
sensitive flesh. I unhooked his belt, but I struggled with his zipper when his
mouth kissed a trail down my neck to my breasts, and he began to suck me
through my bra.
I thought I saw a
shadow cross over his eyes then, something akin to recognition, as if that hazy
notion that perhaps we’d met
before was playing in the back of his mind as well.
But then it faded.
He blinked. “Good,
good. New Yorkers are tough and hard-working.”
“Sir, I have the notes from the reports you were asking for
on my desk,” Mr. Sanders inserted as if he felt the need to let the business
owner know he was still there.
“Yes, just a moment, Sanders,” Mr. Grant said with a nod.
“Since Ms. Rockwell will be heading such an important project for us, I’d like
to ask her a few more questions to make sure she’s fully prepared to handle the
matter at hand.” He stared at me, but I didn’t waver. “Something tells me she
is.”
For the next several
minutes, Mr. Grant asked me many questions about the company. Some of them were
pertinent to the project I’d
be working on, and some of them were general, posed simply to see if I’d done
my research. Of course, I had. By the time the inquisition was done, Mr.
Sanders was irritated, but it was clear that Mr. Grant and I had a good rapport
and we could converse well with one another.
“Well, Ms. Rockwell, it’s been nice speaking with you,” Mr.
Grant said as he took a few steps toward Mr. Sanders’s office. “Welcome to the
company. I’ll be expecting a lot from you.”
“Thank you, sir. It was a pleasure meeting you. I am certain
I will deliver.” I gave him a confident smile and started to step back into my
office—but before I did, I thought I saw that strange look cross his face again
as if he was trying to place me.
I went
back to my desk and took a few deep breaths, glad to have that over with. The
other women in the office were right; the boss was hot. But I wasn’t going to let that serve as a
distraction. That wasn’t what I was there for.
Out of nowhere,
Valerie, his secretary, whooshed in, closing his office door in my face. “He’s on an important call at the
moment, Ms. Rockwell,” Valerie said, folding her arms beneath her bosom and
jutting out her jaw.
I knew it wouldn’t do her any good to make Valerie
angry since she was the gatekeeper, and it seemed that the secretary didn’t
like me already, though I wasn’t sure why. “Thank you, Valerie. Would you mind
letting me know when he’s free?” I asked, smiling sweetly and channelling my
inner Jane.
She rolled her eyes
and blew out a sigh. “Fine. I’ll
let you know.”
Something told me I
would be waiting a long time.
Frustrated, I looked
over the list again, wondering if I would be better off just trying to fix the
problems Myself. Mr. Sanders was my boss, so I felt that I should have his
input when it came to solving the issues, but the project was mine to run.
I was on her way
back over to talk to the key players involved in the project to check on their
progress when I noticed Jeanine, one of the women I had gotten to know from
working on the project. I had and realized fairly quickly that she was a
straight shooter. She was beckoning me to come toward my office.
Something about the
way Jeanine was acting made me think she was being secretive, so I fought the
urge to tiptoe in that direction, like I was in a cartoon, but headed in that
direction. “What’s going on,
Jeanine?” I asked her in a low voice.
She pointed inside
of my office, and I followed her inside and closed the door.
“Mr. Sanders won’t talk to you, will he?” she whispered.
“No, not really. Why? Do you have any idea what’s
happening?”
She
nodded. “Look,
I didn’t want to say anything, but I really like you, Laurel. The thing is, he
keeps doing this. He’ll hire a new project manager. The work doesn’t get done.
It falls further behind, and he doesn’t care. It’s understaffed and doesn’t
have the budget for such an extensive project. Rather than fixing those two
problems, Mr. Sanders keeps blaming project managers and running through those.
So… I am guessing his plan is to give you a month or two, wait until you fail,
and then blame you, fire you, and hire someone else.”
I think they were wrong
then, and it seemed like I was wrong now.
At least the project
was still moving along. The team might’ve
lost their faith in me as a person, but they were still doing their jobs.
Jeanine knew that my sons were triplets, and while she didn’t know the truth
about their father—that they were the product of a one-night stand that I had
never seen again—she did know that there was a complicated story behind it.
The truth of the
matter was, I hadn’t even
been on a date since the boys were born, let alone slept around. I had told
Jeanine I didn’t date much, and she believed me.
We spent a lot of
our time together. Almost every day, we went out for lunch together, which kept
me from having to go into the break room.
One day, Jeanine had
a dentist’s appointment during
lunch, so I went into the break room to purchase a sandwich out of the vending
machine to take back to my desk.
“There she is, the office sl*t.”
That was Valerie’s voice. I’d know it anywhere
because she’d hated me from the moment I stepped foot in the office, even
before the rumors began.
I kept my eyes
straight ahead and looked at the choices in the machine.
“I bet she chooses tuna,” someone else said. I wasn’t quite
sure I understood the reference, but I knew it wasn’t nice.
“Well, she practically begged Calvin to take her home with
him, and when he wouldn’t, she ran out of the bar crying,” Brad told them.
“Guess she just wants more kids to add to her collection.”
I didn’t know who that was, but it stung.
A lot. I loved my children, but they were certainly not a collection.
“You know what I heard?” That was Wanda. “I heard that she
slept with Mr. Sanders just to get that job to begin with.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Valerie said. “I don’t think
that Mr. Sanders would sleep with someone like her. He has higher standards
than that.”
Everyone
at the table laughed.
I must’ve been tired and imagining things;
there was no way that Mr. Grant was interested in me outside of work. Who would
want to take on a mother and her three wild men?
Not that the boys
weren’t behaving. They definitely were.
“I can definitely read through the articles before Monday.
Thank you,” I said.
“Be sure to bring your laptop, too,” he said. “I’d also
recommend getting there a little early. The room tends to fill up quickly, and
if you want a good seat, you should get there early. Oh, and I’m told it tends
to get a little chilly in the building, so maybe bring a jacket.”
I tried to mentally
take note of all he was saying, but without something to write it down, and the
fact that my children were winding in and out of pedestrian traffic, I wasn’t sure if I would remember all of
that on Monday. Not to mention they often dictate what time I can leave the
apartment.
“Thanks again for coming to meet me here,” I told him. “I
know it’s sort of unorthodox having a business meeting in a zoo amidst the
animals and with my children tugging you all over the place.”
“No, it was fine. It was interesting to see you outside of
the office. I had a feeling you were good at multitasking. Now I know for
sure.”
“Thank you,” I told him. I prided myself in my ability to
handle multiple tasks at the same time. I was glad I had the chance to show him
that.
“It’s important for me to get to know the people I work with
inside and out, Laurel. I like to know what makes them tick, what motivates
them, that sort of thing. You understand?”
His eyes
seemed to be looking into my soul, and even though I knew he meant in a clearly
professional manner, the intimate choice of words he used made my cheeks flush.
It was Saturday
morning, and the boys were in rare form.
During the three
weeks of the conference, I had spent so many late nights and early mornings at
the office, I don’t know if
I ever qualified as having slept. It was more like a late night power nap
before leaving early to do it all again.
Nancy had been my
silent partner in crime, and was about one toothbrush short of living with us.
I owed her fortune in overtime, but the leaps and bounds it had for my career
were worth it—at least, I hoped so, anyway. Now, Nancy wasn't coming in on the
weekend, and the boys were feeling the power shift and testing their
boundaries.
While my circadian
rhythms might have been all over the map, theirs were perfectly on target, kept
in sync by the trusty nanny and a regular school schedule.
They woke up at
around 7 am., and saw that I was still sleeping and, well, let’s be honest, suffering from the
teensiest case of the wine flu. Being the little angels that I bore in my womb,
painfully delivered, and tediously raised for the last five years, they decided
to let mommy sleep and make their own breakfasts.
From the
investigation that followed, I concluded that they snuck into the kitchen, and
from what I could feel on the floor, got spoons and ate raw sugar straight out
of the glass canister, which, miraculously, did not break. Then, they dragged a
chair to the freezer and helped themselves to not a bowl, but an entire gallon
of ice cream, much of which now covered the floor and had been turned into a
Haagen Dazs-brand slip and slide.
It was
then that Luke, who had missed the majority of the action on account of still
being asleep, arrived at the scene. He realized that all hell was going to
break loose once I awoke. He, oh-so-rationally, explained to his brothers that
I needed to be informed of said activities before the shenanigans, and by
extension, subsequent punishments, got any worse. This was not met with
enthusiasm, and so Linus masterminded a plan with Liam to lock Luke in the
bathroom.
The math added up.
The boys looked enough like me. Why would she want to keep them from me? Why
would she deliberately choose to raise them alone? To make a point? Out of
pride? Out of spite?
The longer I thought
about it, the more questions I had. I could provide for her, for my sons. For a
family. She was living in an apartment in Queens, spending almost no time with
her children in favor of climbing the corporate ladder.
That wasn’t fair, though. She was doing a
phenomenal job raising those boys without me, even if she was barely scraping
by. They obviously adored her. She seemed to be balancing her work life with
her home life. The boys didn’t have any complaints; they were clothed and fed
and cared for, they went to school, they had toys and games. Their needs were
being met, at least physically.
But what about
emotionally? Was Laurel home enough to truly be involved in their lives?
It was so d*mn
complicated. More so than it needed to be. I could barely wrap my head around
it.
I needed a new plan.
Something that might convince Laurel that this was for the best, that I
deserved a place in both her life and those of our children.
Our children. Ours.
It felt surreal to even think the word.
It was clear,
though, that Laurel needed space first. Time to cool off, to distance herself
from tonight, and everything we’d
said to each other.
It was only fair,
then, that I take some time to distance myself. Maybe even to talk to someone
else, to get their advice on this.
Mike was a great
friend, and dead useful as a personal assistant, but in the end, he was wasted
on anything romantic. I was fairly certain all of his romantic experience added
up to a high school sweetheart and a secret passion for romantic manga—not that
I’d ever tell him I knew about the
latter.
My parents were
right out. I couldn’t imagine
their faces if I told them I had not one illegitimate child, but three. My
mother would faint. My father might very well shout his way into having a
stroke. That definitely wasn’t how I wanted to end up inheriting the company
and all of its assets.
I sighed
and started the long trek down the rest of the path. The walking helped me
think, just like running did in the mornings.
I stopped suddenly.
Was it really them?
Two of them, anyway? Were Linus and Liam over on the other side of the
fountain?
No, it couldn’t be.
My hand
instinctively reached for Liam—it was definitely Liam, after all—as he teetered
on the edge of the fountain. He almost fell into the water.
The man they were
with grabbed him by the shirt and set him back on the ground. He seemed okay;
they were all laughing.
I jumped behind a
tree so they wouldn’t see me
as they passed.
Who was this man
with my kids? Why was he with them? Did Laurel have a boyfriend she hadn’t told me about?
I watched them
wander aimlessly, joking casually with each other. He swiped Linus’ nose with an ice cream cone. I
wanted to punch that guy in the nose.
Jealousy didn’t suit me, and yet, here I was. The
idiot, skulking behind a tree.
"Hey,
Boss." Mike stepped up behind me. "What are you doing? Is this part
of the paleo diet? There are some clubs that re-enact the caveman movement, to
really get into the paleo lifestyle. In fact, I think they meet in the
park."
Getting back onto
the path, I purposefully walked a steady gait. "What do you have for me,
Mike?"
"Still looking
into the particulars, but it appears your father has never really retired. He
merely took himself out of the spotlight."
"So he still
has a hand in the business?"
"That would be
correct, sir." Mike flipped through pages in his notebook, keeping a
steady gait, matching me stride for stride. "He has several people on the
payroll reporting back to him on how you’re doing."
I should have known.
"Okay, that’s
expected. Do we know who they are?"
"Not yet, but
we’ll find them."
