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BILLIONAIRE CLARK EIGHTEEN
One month later. After Clark fucked her against the fridge that day in his apartment, Bella’s life dramatically changed. Clark didn’t accept no for an answer at all. When she returned to her apartment she found Seth, Eric, and his father and Penny waiting to help move her stuff into Clark’s place. Penny embraced her like a daughter. “You’re part of the family now,” Penny said. The words had filled her eyes with tears. Bella had never been part of a real family in the way the Andersons were. They spent the entire day moving her stuff to the cars where they drove to Clark's place and unloaded. All of her stuff actually fit into four cars. When she unloaded her possession next to Clark’s she’d been shocked by how little she owned. In her small apartment she’d felt success on a large scale at what she owned. The truth was pitiful. She’d gained more than her old life allowed but less than Clark. Clark’s a billionaire. You can’t compare to him. She kept to her cl
BILLIONAIRE CLARK NINETEEN
Bella stared at all the photos of John’s family. There were several pictures of Clark with John when they were younger. She held a glass of water in her hand and her purse in the other as she looked at him. The party was a barbeque, and the scents were turning her stomach. Bella didn’t know how she was going to get over the next few hours. The thought of eating made her feel sick. The only food she could stomach was the dry crackers she kept in her purse. Every now and again she took one out of her purse to eat when no one was looking. Clark’s family had turned up. The instant Penny saw her, the older woman wrapped her arms around Bella. Staring at the photos sent uneasy thoughts tumbling through her mind. She’d taken a pregnancy test yesterday when Clark had been at work. The stick she’d taken read positive. The test she’d taken was wrapped in a plastic bag, and she’d placed it in her bag. She needed to tell him, but her past felt like a barrier between them and happiness.
BILLIONAIRE CLARK EPILOGUE
Five years later. “Tommy Anderson, you get your little butt back up here and clean these toys,” Bella said, shouting to where her son stood with his father in the backyard. She walked down the steps of their five bedroom house as her son walked inside the house. “Sorry, Mom,” he said. She dropped down to her knees and opened her arms. He went to her without hesitation. Bella inhaled his sweet scent. She adored her son, and she looked forward to their second child arriving in a matter of months. Rubbing her stomach she let Tommy go to his room. Bella tried to get to her feet and struggled to lift herself from the floor. “Does my love need help?” Clark asked. Smiling up at her husband, Bella let out a sigh. He was turning fifty in a matter of days, and he looked as handsome now as he did the first day she met him. “I can’t get up.” “Baby, you’re seven months pregnant.” He took her hand helping her up. Clark’s hands moved to her swollen stomach. “How is my
BILLIONAIRE CLARK ONE
Bella Hawkins stared through the glass door to watch the owner of the building as he typed up some document on his computer. Clark Anderson was the sexiest man she’d ever seen and far out of her league. He owned the entire Anderson Corporation and was worth billions. Looking like a sex god meant there were many women begging for his attention, glamorous women with the time and money to make themselves available to him. Clark had been seen with many super models and actresses. When she’d been waiting for the bus she’d read the article in a glossy mag that linked him to several porn stars as well. Way out of her league in every way. She worked in his office from seven at night ‘til twelve. The late shift money helped pay her rent, while the diner she worked in during the day gave her the money to eat. The latest recession hit her hard. She wasn’t smart and didn’t have the qualification to get any better paying job. Being a cleaner and waitressing were fun. She loved making p
BILLIONAIRE CLARK TWO
Bella walked down the street heading toward the late night bus. She walked all the way home when she missed the bus. Checking her clock, she had two minutes to get to the end of the street. She’d worked faster tonight, and getting the bus seemed to be in her favour. The shops were all closed up, and several teenagers were lurking around. Many of the people on the street were smoking and drinking. She ignored them all as she made her way to the bus stop. Hitching her purse high on her shoulder, she kept walking, determined to get the bus. Getting the bus took over thirty minutes off her travelling time. She couldn’t believe Clark had offered to drive her home. Thinking his offer was some kind of joke she’d ignored it, packed up the cleaning equipment, and headed out. Until today she’d never had to worry about using the security code she’d been given. Clark leaving before her finally gave her the opportunity to use the code to secure the building. The company had given her the c
BILLIONAIRE CLARK THREE
When had she stepped into an alternative reality where Clark Anderson was eating dinner with her in a diner? Bella ran fingers through her hair, easing out the length. She kept her hair tied up when she worked as the strands got in her way. Getting it cut was not an option. She liked her hair long and intended to keep it that way. Spotting a dirty cup ring, she picked up some paper towels and wiped the mess away. “You don’t like mess, do you?” he asked. She shook her head. Putting the towel underneath her milkshake, she took a quick suck to test. The milkshake was creamy and tasted right with just the hint of chocolate. “No, I don’t like mess.” He reached over the table to take her hand. “Relax, Bella. We’re having dinner, and afterwards I’ll take you home.” “How do you know my name?” she asked. “You work for me. You know my name, and I know yours.” Smiling, she drank some more of her milkshake. Clark didn’t let her hand go. His fingers stroked her own.
BILLIONAIRE CLARK FOUR
Thursday was busier than usual at the diner. Bella struggled to keep up with the orders and the customers. Her late night was wearing her down. She’d settled herself into a system with her two jobs, and going out to dinner with Clark had disrupted that. By four she was exhausted and ready to go home. Instead, she finished her shift at the diner before making her way across the city to the Anderson Corporation building. Her feet ached, but she refused to give in. Her hair was tied in pigtails down either side of her shoulders. It was seven at night when she got inside. She’d missed lunch and was hungry. Ignoring the pangs, she grabbed the cleaning trolley, smiled at the security guard before making her way over to the elevator. She pushed the trolley inside, pressed the button for her floor and waited. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she pulled the trolley onto the floor. The light inside Clark’s office was on. Nibbling her lip, she wondered if she should go and talk to him
BILLIONAIRE CLARK FIVE
The personal questions unnerved her. She didn’t like talking about her past as that’s where she wanted her past to stay and never come out. Munching on the noodles, Bella waited for him to start talking. “Why don’t you have any photos?” he asked, ignoring her question. She finished eating and placed the carton back on the table. Why did this have to be so hard? This was why she kept to herself. The hours she worked stopped her from attaching herself to people. The diner was perfect as none of the staff had time to talk. Some of the girls tried to get her to go out, but she refused because of her second job. Working in Clark’s building took her late into the night when everyone was home. If anything, she talked to the security guard on the way out of the building, no interactions at all that left her feeling out of place. “I don’t have any photos to put up,” she said. “I don’t like these questions, and I’d prefer to know about you.” Her mother never owned a camera,
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