Todos los capítulos de Money Can't Buy Love: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Michael“Do you often golf in the winter?” Harper asked.“I don’t make it a habit, but if my client suggests it, then I aim to please.”Willis nodded and wrote something down on the tablet.“Were we trespassing?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. I wanted them to hurry along so I could get on with my day. And I needed to warn Frederick and Demetri that the cops were now involved in their investigation. Had someone alerted the police to foul play? Was it the same guy that sent his thugs to Natalia’s?“No,” Harper said. “We’re creating a timeline of the whereabouts of Sal Rossi over the last few weeks.”“Did you see anyone suspicious at the country club?” Willis asked.I shrugged. “It was early in the morning. I didn't see anyone on the course except for us.”Willis didn’t skip a beat with his next question. “And where else did you meet him since then?”I went to my calendar and listed off the lunches and meetings Sal and I had shared together. There weren’t many, so I hoped the d

RaineyMichael had to feel the same way. But I shouldn’t have any feelings for him. He had dangerous secrets. Even if it was only his brother involved with the mob that still was one degree closer than I wanted to be to that organization.Instead of wanting to kiss him, I should be running the other way.But for some reason, my feet were firmly planted into the ground. How much trouble was I going to get into wanting to be with this man?I took a few minutes to collect myself and then went home as he requested.When I got there, Tanner was still fast asleep. At least he’d never know I left. Mom went downstairs to make soup for lunch, and I flopped onto the couch and turned on the television. I was way past the point of sleeping. Instead, I wanted to numb my brain until I could float away in oblivion, at least for a little while.I watched a few old episodes of a medical drama while checking in with Tanner now and then. The water in the glass on his bedside table had gone down, so I kn

RaineyAfter the week I had, the phone call with Michael changed everything. We were somewhat back on track, and it wasn’t that awkward for us at the moment. Admittedly, the charity had something to do with that. This was Michael’s most important event of the year, and I doubted even a strange relationship like ours would get in the way of that. In fact, our working relationship was stronger. We were able to find each other's strengths and made up for the weaknesses of the other. I’d had a feeling that I wasn’t Michael’s first choice, but I made a point to prove that he’d made the right decision and not because I was willing to sleep with him.I thought that feeling had passed, but I was so wrong. With the almost-kiss the other day, my feelings for him had ignited again. But this time I kept them to myself. If anything was going to happen, it would have to be after the event. My need to prove myself at work outweighed any emotional feelings or physical stirrings I had for him.And tho

Michael“It’s taken care of,” Demetri said, holding his hand out. It was his gesture for me to stop going on about it. While I didn’t appreciate him cutting me off, until this was over, I’d have more and more questions. I trusted him. At least until he gave me a reason not to.“Alright, we need to boost morale in this place,” Frederick said, getting up from the couch. He whistled to one of his bouncers and made a gesture to the guy. Then he sat back down. “Let me take care of you guys tonight.”The two girls from before came back into our room. One of them went for Demetri, and he smiled up at her as she started to dance seductively in front of him.The other girl came up to me and bent over, resting her hand on my shoulder and pressing her lips to my ear. “I’m Sammi,” she said and then stood up, turned around and started moving her ass slowly in front of my face.I let out a sharp breath and turned to Frederick. “This is nice and all, but I’m not interested.”“Come on, man. She’s new

RaineyConstantine stood outside of the car and opened the door for me.“Good evening, Ms. Foster,” he said.“Michael didn't need a ride tonight?”“He's in the hall already.”Should I have gone in earlier too? Why didn't Michael tell me? Or was he giving me time to get a dress and get ready for the night?If that were the case, for next year I would get everything prepared earlier so I could be there with him. I didn't need the recognition from anyone, but this was as much my event as his. I wanted to be there every step of the process to make sure the event ran smoothly.When I got to the building, there was a line of cars pulling up. Several members of the press snapped photographs of whoever was getting out of the car. One of the incentives for people with deep pockets was to be seen at an event like this. Appearing on Page Six would draw funding for future events if the right petiole were seen there. That had been Michael's idea. He was the one in charge of the bigwigs while I pla