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Chapter 11

์ž‘๊ฐ€: Edima Wealth
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Weโ€™re in my apartment. I drove there in my Audi; Grant arrived in his own private limo.

I have to admit, I was a teensy bit jealous.

Now he lounges on my bed and watches as I pack a suitcase.

โ€œAnd why do I need to pack, exactly?โ€ I ask.

โ€œWeโ€™ll be hopping from place to place a lot. I want to be a moving target, not a sitting duck.โ€

โ€œUh huh,โ€ I say dubiously. Iโ€™m still half-convinced this is all just an elaborate excuse to get me naked in his bed for a couple of days.

Not that that would be a bad way to spend a couple of daysโ€ฆ

Focus, Eve, FOCUS. Stop getting turned on.

I pull out some bras and panties.

โ€œDo I get a show?โ€ he asks.

โ€œNO,โ€ I say as I stuff them in the suitcase, although part of me desperately wants to give him one.

โ€œMaaaanโ€ฆโ€ he complains playfully.

โ€œFor a guy with a serial killer after you, you donโ€™t seem too concerned.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve got you to help me now.โ€ He says it with a complete lack of sarcasm.

โ€œI got news for you: I can flush this guy out from an online trail of breadcrumb
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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 12

    As it turns out, I got that ride in the limo after all.โ€œWhere are we going?โ€ I ask Grant as the limo cruises through the warm LA sunshine.โ€œNew York.โ€I stare at him. โ€œWhat?!โ€โ€œMy base of operations is there. All my people are there. Itโ€™s a lot more secure than where Iโ€™m staying in LA.โ€โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you tell me we were going to New York?!โ€He looks mystified. โ€œI told you we were going to be moving around.โ€โ€œYeah, but โ€“ I thought you meant between Santa Monica and Hollywood!โ€He laughs. โ€œI want to keep you guessing.โ€โ€œYouโ€™re certainly doing that,โ€ I mutter, then get down to business. โ€œOkay, what are we going to do now? Go over your plan? Try to formulateโ€ฆ aโ€ฆโ€Heโ€™s smiling and giving me bedroom eyes.โ€œOh no,โ€ I say, and shake my head. โ€œNO.โ€He leans in for a kiss.I have a moment of almost-weakness, but I back away at the last instant. โ€œNo means no. En Oh. NO.โ€โ€œWhy not?โ€ he asks, amused.โ€œWell, for one, because I donโ€™t want your chauffeur knowing what weโ€™re doing.โ€โ€œThereโ€™s a partition

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 13

    Weโ€™re lying in the bed now, side by side, drinking more champagne and eating a selection of fruits and cheeses. I was so embarrassed when the stewardess brought it that I hid in the bathroom โ€“ but now that weโ€™re alone, Iโ€™m enjoying every bite.โ€œWe need to talk about how weโ€™re going to find this guy,โ€ I say.โ€œSo tell me,โ€ Grant says. Heโ€™s lying on his stomach but heโ€™s still quite distracting, with his golden skin and rippling muscles of his back. And his ass is out of this world. I meanโ€ฆ daaamn. Itโ€™s this curve of powerful muscle. Not quite a bubble butt, but just about there. Very distracting. Yet I manage to pull my eyes away and concentrate. โ€œWhat did your people say about the texts?โ€โ€œWhat, besides the fact that theyโ€™re unsettling?โ€โ€œNo โ€“ about the technical information attached to the phone texts.โ€โ€œThey said thereโ€™s nothing they can use. They said he covered his tracks incredibly well.โ€โ€œWhat else?โ€โ€œThere is nothing else, so far as I know.โ€ He kisses my ear, and a thrill of p

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 14

    Dinner is absolutely amazing. We dine at a small table on the patio under the rising moon. We drink the most delicious wine Iโ€™ve ever tasted and sample several entrees โ€“ filet mignon, duck, sea bass.โ€œDo you have a cook who fixed this?โ€ I marvel.โ€œWell, I do have a chef, but heโ€™s got the week off. I ordered this from Le Meilleur.โ€I drop my fork. โ€˜Le Meilleurโ€™ is the best new restaurant in New York.Iโ€™m kind of a foodie, too, FYI.โ€œYou got this from Le Meilleur?โ€โ€œYeah.โ€โ€œWhat โ€“ somebody ordered it and picked it up?โ€โ€œNaaah, they ran it over.โ€โ€œThey โ€˜ran it over,โ€™โ€ I repeat in shock. โ€œA five-star restaurant โ€˜ran it over.โ€™โ€Grant shrugs. โ€œIโ€™m good friends with the owner.โ€Of course.By the end of the meal, Iโ€™m tipsy and weโ€™re playing footsy under the table.โ€œWant to go for a swim?โ€ Grant suggests.โ€œI didnโ€™t pack a swimsuit.โ€โ€œYou donโ€™t need a swimsuit.โ€Heat flushes across my chest. โ€œYou want to skinny dip?โ€He grins, amused by my surprise. โ€œWhy not?โ€โ€œWhat about all those guards?โ€โ€œTh

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 15

    I wake up the next morning from a deep sleep. I remember last night and all the hot sex, and get a little smile on my face. I reach over for Grant โ€“ Heโ€™s not there.I immediately get a flashback from when he left me on the balcony. A little bit of anger, a little bit of fear.Asshole!I prop myself up blearily on one elbow โ€“ There he is, across the cavernous bedroom, putting on a tie in front of a mirror.God, heโ€™s gorgeous. The suit pants heโ€™s wearing hug his ass perfectly. Heโ€™s also got on a beautiful midnight blue shirt and a vest. The sight of his massive arms and chest in all that tailored finery โ€“ yum.He sees me in the mirror and grins. โ€œGood morning, Sleeping Beauty.โ€โ€œIf I were Sleeping Beauty, you shouldโ€™ve woken me up with a kiss,โ€ I say sleepily.He laughs and walks over to the bed, tucking his tie into his vest. โ€œLetโ€™s do the post-wake-up version.โ€As he leans over me, I bat him away. โ€œNo โ€“ I look awful โ€“ โ€โ€œYou look hot.โ€โ€œIโ€™ve probably got morning breath โ€“ โ€โ€œI donโ€™t

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย 15.1

    Hodge drives up just as I exit the building.โ€œHi Hodge.โ€โ€œMiss Saunders,โ€ he replies in his upper-crust British accent.โ€œDo you know where weโ€™re going? I only know itโ€™s an art gallery in Chelsea.โ€โ€œYes, Mr. Carlson texted me the address.โ€I get in the backseat of the Rolls and watch the New York City streets creep by as we wind our way through traffic.About 20 minutes later, we stop in front of an industrial loft-looking building. Hodge gets out and holds the door open for me.I call Grantโ€™s number but it goes straight to voicemail.Immediately a text comes in. FBI guy doesnโ€™t want me answering the phone. Security concerns with recording or whatever. Go right in, the front doorโ€™s open. I paid the owner to clear the building; weโ€™re on the third floor.I walk in the front door and let it shut behind me.The gallery is amazing. Itโ€™s a huge four-story space, with an open atrium and levels that circle around it. The lights are off except for a few single white emergency lights on the four

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 16

    Oh God NO!I turn and run through the maze of corridors, back the way I came.โ€œThat wonโ€™t do you any good, Ms. Saunders,โ€ the voice says, full of mock sympathy. โ€œIโ€™ve already shut down the elevator.โ€In confirmation, when I hit the DOWN button, it doesnโ€™t light up. I try UP โ€“ same thing.My mind is ticking through the options.Got to find a stairwell โ€“ got to get out of here โ€“ But the text was from Grant! It came from his phone number! How did โ€“ And then I realize: if this guy could find Grantโ€™s phone number, he could temporarily clone it, reroute it, whatever he wanted to do.Long enough to send me a couple of text messages, anyway.The text messages make me think of my cell. I fumble it out of my purse to call 911 โ€“ But the screen says โ€˜No Service.โ€™I want to scream.Actually, thatโ€™s a good idea.โ€œHELLLLLP!โ€ I shriek.โ€œNo one can hear you from the outside,โ€ the voice informs me. โ€œAnd if you were planning to call the authorities, let me save you the trouble: Iโ€™m blocking all frequ

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 17

    Grant roars up five minutes later in a metallic red Bugatti. I would normally go gaga over it if I werenโ€™t so scared. The twenty people walking by certainly do a double take, though.Grant jumps out of the car, runs over to me, grabs me by the shoulders, and looks into my eyes. โ€œAre you alright?โ€I nod, then burst into tears again as he hugs me tight against his chest.โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t have come,โ€ I sob. โ€œHe might be here, waiting for youโ€ฆโ€โ€œHeโ€™s not here,โ€ Grant says darkly. โ€œHe wonโ€™t take me out on the street, not with so many people around. He wants to have his fun.โ€I was getting it together until I hear โ€˜He wants to have his fun.โ€™ Then I break down into sobs again.โ€œHereโ€ฆ get in the car,โ€ Grant says, opening the passenger side door for me. โ€œWeโ€™re going back to the penthouse.โ€โ€œWe should call the police.โ€โ€œNo police.โ€โ€œBut he might be following us.โ€โ€œWhich is why weโ€™re going back to the penthouse, and then weโ€™re getting the fuck out of Dodge.โ€We drive down the streets of New York,

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Chapter 18

    We walk down a wood-paneled hall in the penthouse. Grant stops halfway down the corridor and presses three spots on the wall.Just like the passageway in the hotel, a door swings open where there hadnโ€™t been anything before. The separations in the wood paneling form the outline of the door, which swings inward.โ€œYou really like these secret passage things, donโ€™t you?โ€ I ask.โ€œYou have no idea.โ€We walk through, into a dimly lit corridor. There donโ€™t seem to be any other doors โ€“ but by now I know better. Ten steps in, he stops and presses another three spots.A panel slides open, revealing a keypad. He types in a 10-digit number, and a final door opens up in front of him, magically appearing in the wall.โ€œWhat the hell?โ€ I say.โ€œSome people have panic rooms. Meโ€ฆ I have secret rooms.โ€โ€œWhy?โ€โ€œTake a look.โ€He gestures, and I walk into one of the strangest rooms I have ever seen in my life.Itโ€™s an art gallery, sort of. A dozen or so pictures hang on the white walls of the 30x30 room.Th

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  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Lily

    The only part that was slightly sad was that Connorโ€™s mother and brother didnโ€™t attend. His mother was still under heavy psychiatric care. She wouldnโ€™t have even known what was going on, according to Connor. As much as I disliked Lenora Templeton, that news saddened me. I only wanted her out of my life. I didnโ€™t want her to end up like this.His brother had checked himself into rehab. Though he sent his congratulations, Vincent told Connor that he didnโ€™t think he could attend, knowing what Miranda had done and how she had met her end. He felt he was still in too precarious a situation emotionally to leave the safety of the rehab center.I know that Connor still bore a lot of anger and hurt towards his mother and brother, but he would have liked to have had them there โ€“ as long as they behaved themselves.Things were improving, though. His mother was gradually getting better, and Connor had worked out a deal to take over as interim CEO of the Templeton Group while his brother was in r

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Lily

    But as far as wedding days go, it wasnโ€™t the only one.Come on, Iโ€™d gotten married in sopping wet clothes, on a deserted island in the Caribbean, with only four people total in attendance.Did you really think I wasnโ€™t going to have a billionaire-style shindig, with all my family and friends?Connor and I decided on it spontaneously, as soon as we got back home. But rather than hold it in New York City, with all its bad memories from the last couple of weeks, we held it two weeks later in Lake Cuomo, Italy. Have you ever seen pictures of Lake Cuomo? Itโ€™s like an Italian Renaissance fairytale. George Clooney bought a residence there, with good reason โ€“ itโ€™s one of the most beautiful places on earth. And thatโ€™s where we had our wedding.There was only one shadow hanging over the entire day.After we were escorted back to St. Vincent by the policemen, Connor immediately hired a team of divers to go down to inspect the yachtโ€™s wreckage. There was one body in particular he wanted found.B

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Lily

    It turns out Johnny was right: we didnโ€™t see a single shark the entire way.That doesnโ€™t mean it was a piece of cake. What with Johnny and Connorโ€™s wounds, and my needing to rely on their help when I was tired, it took us almost an hour. By the time we got to the island, we were exhausted. But Sebastian was there to greet us. As we approached where the waves started to break, he saw us and started yelling and waving ecstatically from the beach.โ€œA little help!โ€ Johnny shouted at him. Sebastian immediately raced out into the waves and dragged me to shore. โ€œThank God, thank God,โ€ he kept sobbing as he helped me lie down on the sand. Then he went back out and helped Johnny and Connor limp their way onto the beach.We all collapsed next to each other. Connor and I held hands as we stared up into the blue sky, too weary to speak.โ€œI thought Iโ€™d never see you again,โ€ Sebastian said, wiping tears from his face.I was touched; it was the most vulnerable Iโ€™d ever seen him.โ€œNo such luck,โ€ Co

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Lily

    The happiest moment of my life was when Connor proposed to me.The second was when he burst through that door.And the third was seeing the look of surprise on Mirandaโ€™s face when she realized what I had done to her.While Connor kept her talking, I picked the lock and undid the handcuffs from my right wrist. (Bobby pins to the rescue!) Then I grabbed Mirandaโ€™s arm and slapped the cuffs on her.Anytime Iโ€™m ever depressed about anything from now on for the rest of my life, Iโ€™m just going to remember the look of surprise on that murderous bitchโ€™s face, and everything will be better. Instant anti-depressant.Miranda yanked her arm up with a clank! of the chain, but she was locked to the metal armrest of the chair โ€“ which was bolted to the floor.She screamed in fury, and pulled the gunโ€™s trigger.BLAM!But Iโ€™d purposefully bumped her aim away from Connor โ€“ so all that happened was one of the creepy glass spider cases shattered into tiny shards.The gunshot hurt my ears, but Iโ€™d been expe

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Connor

    I couldnโ€™t take the shot. I wasnโ€™t Johnny; my aim was good, but not stellar, and the floor was already at a 20 degree tilt. Miranda had her gun at point blank range to Lilyโ€™s head. If she pulled the trigger before I got her โ€“ I slowly held my .45 away from my body and let it fall to the floor.All the ugliness I knew was inside Miranda revealed itself on her face. It was the evil leer of a serial killer, the grin of a Great White Shark.โ€œI win,โ€ she gloated.My heart sank.It was over. I had failed.I looked at Lily, both sorrow and love welling up at once. She was seated in some sort of chair bolted to the floor, and was handcuffed to the metal armrest.Lilyโ€™s eyes were frantic, but her lips were moving. She was mouthing somethingโ€ฆKeep her talking.I couldnโ€™t tell for the life of me what she had in store, but I complied. I looked up at Miranda. โ€œYou win. You can do with me whatever you want, but please โ€“ let Lily go.โ€โ€œDonโ€™t waste your breath,โ€ Miranda snarled. โ€œWalk towards me w

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Lily

    The door suddenly burst open, and there stood Connor with a gun in his hand, just like the star of an action movie.My heart soared with love โ€“ and fear. Because Miranda was standing behind my chair, just like the villain in an action movie.I was between them โ€“ Mirandaโ€™s human shield.I felt the barrel of Mirandaโ€™s pistol jam against the back of my head.โ€œDrop it,โ€ she commanded, โ€œor I kill her.โ€Connor looked at me helplessly.โ€œDonโ€™t worry about me โ€“ shoot her!โ€ I begged him.But he wouldnโ€™t take the chance. He held the gun slowly away from him and let it fall to the floor. CLUNK.I felt Mirandaโ€™s pistol stop pressing against my scalp, then saw it appear next to me as it pointed at Connor.โ€œI win,โ€ she said, and I could hear the sneering triumph in her voice.

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Connor

    I rushed over to Leoโ€™s body, staggering in the tilting hallway as I ran.He was lying face-up on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out beneath him on the floor.He saw me coming. Tried weakly to lift his AR-15 โ€“ I put two more rounds in him with my .45.BLAM BLAM.He lay still after that.Adrenaline coursed through me like a drug, sharpening my senses while making everything unreal.I felt sick. I had just killed a man. I had just taken a life. He was a traitor, yes, and someone who was planning to hand me over to be killed โ€“ but still, I felt queasy.Lily.She was all that mattered. I pulled myself together.โ€œNice shooting,โ€ Eve said in my ear. โ€œOh ye of little faith.โ€โ€œWhat?โ€ At first I thought she meant something about me doubting my abilities to shoot someone, which didnโ€™t make any sense.โ€œYou thought I was a turncoat? AGAIN?โ€โ€œOh,โ€ I said sheepishly. โ€œSorry about that.โ€โ€œHmph. Weโ€™ll talk later. Go down the hallway the way you were originally heading โ€“ thereโ€™s a half-dozen g

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Lily

    BOOM.There was a massive explosion somewhere on the ship. Every glass pane in the spider terrariums rattled, and a couple cracked.โ€œWhat the hell?โ€ Miranda said, and stumbled to her feet as the yacht began to tilt to one side.After my initial shock from the blast, I watched Mirandaโ€™s face. She was reacting with more fear โ€“ in fact, with more emotion โ€“ than Iโ€™d ever seen her display before.She looked back at me, her eyes wide with surprise.After all the indignities the bitch had put me through, I couldnโ€™t resist. โ€œGuess my fiancรฉโ€™s here,โ€ I said, and gave her a little smile.

  • THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR ย ย ย Connor

    I was halfway down the deck when Eve spoke in my ear. โ€œConnor, thereโ€™s a problem.โ€โ€œWhat?โ€ I whispered.โ€œJuan and Leo are on the other side of the yacht, but Iโ€™m not getting any video feeds of them.โ€There was a dull WHUP in the distance, then another one a few seconds later.Not like gunshots, exactly. But they did sound like a heavy book being dropped on a wood floor.I ducked into an alcove with a door in it, and hunkered down into a squatting position. โ€œJuan? Leo?โ€โ€œWe separated, and Juan ran into a guard,โ€ Leoโ€™s voice said. โ€œJuanโ€™s dead, but I got the other guy before he could sound the alarm.โ€SHIT. Already things were going to hell, and weโ€™d barely engaged the enemy yet.Butโ€ฆ something didnโ€™t make senseโ€ฆI frowned. โ€œI heard two silenced shots. How come I didnโ€™t hear any regular gunfire?โ€โ€œTheyโ€™ve got suppressors, too. The first one was the guy shooting Juan, the second was me shooting the guard.โ€I couldnโ€™t put my finger on it, but something seemed off. I just chalked it up to

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