บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Heiress Baby: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

My lethal gaze burns through him. “You may be asking yourself why I would care about helping you? And there's only one reason. You've got something I want, Mr. Castillo. Something I need, and I won't be denied.”“I don't have anything,” he says through quivering lips and shakes his head.How could he not remember the one precious thing in his miserable life? His confusion just reiterates my initial opinion of him.“Oh, but you do,” I say, leaning forward, and slapping my palms on the desk. I savor the sensation of watching him jump and then cringe. I want him so damn uncomfortable that this moment will haunt him for the rest of his days. But with his gambling habit, he'll be lucky if he gets much longer to grace this earth. There are vindictive men in this town. Mafia ties. AndI'm ethical and fair. Except when it comes to Dante. “Something that's worth more than this casino we're sitting in. Something that's worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox.”.“Mr. Caldwell, do you need a ki

Instead, I say, “Wow, that's something. Did he say anything about the hours and all that?”His words sink in, yet they don't make sense. For some reason, I can't even imagine myself working in a high-class joint like this. God, I don't have anything to wear that's fit to be seen in polite company. Manny's eyes soften as he goes on to fill me in on the particulars, and I breathe a sigh of relief. As much as I want to turn down the job on the back of my inappropriate desire alone, I won't have to. Nixon's only in his office at night and the brother attends therapy all afternoon. I'd only be needed in the morning, long before Nixon arrives at work.Part-time work for a full-time wage seems too good to be true. My dad always told me that if it seems too good to be true, it is. But I can't see any reason not to give it a trial run. I can always keep my afternoon gig at the Heartbreak until I know for sure.Manny looks at me expectantly. “I think you should take the job.”“I—”Before I can

“What's our trendiest and most exclusive women's store down there?” I ask, hoping he doesn't call me out right then and there. Troy's mind snaps like a steel trap, and he's probably already on to me.“Strict Necessaire. Taryn Mitchell's place. Word on the street is that Ivory Clause is looking at it to be her Vegas exclusive for her high-end women's line.”I lean back in my chair, racking my brain. “Is she that gorgeous girl with the long auburn hair? Willowy body? Tall?” I never really cared because I like my women petite with killer curves. She's more my brother Reagan's type. He always seemed to date dancers. He's a hot shot lawyer in NYC now, and I'm sure he's found himself a Broadway performer to warm his bed that probably looks a lot like Taryn.Troy nods. “Yup. That's her. Need me for anything? Otherwise, I'm going to go hit the floor and see what's happening today since it appears you've got everything under control up here.”I don't admit that I've been shit worthless since a

Lincoln takes a block from Nixon, and they decide where to build their makeshift castle taller. Lincoln told me a story yesterday about how he wants to get big so he can visit Ireland and see the Blarney Castle. I slipped in so quietly that they haven't noticed me yet. I lean against the door, remaining still so I don't attract attention. From my perch against the door, I can stare at him, and look my fill without embarrassment. In spite of his presumptuous job and unwelcome gifts, he still sets my heart to racing like no other man.He took his suit coat off, and it lays casually on a chair. His crisp white dress shirt stretches across his muscular back as he reaches for the biggest block. Linc giggles and throws his arms around his brother's neck, practically climbing into his lap. Nixon busses a kiss to the little boy's head.While I can, I take the rest of him in. His tie is red. The color of power. And anyone with a beating heart could see he reeks of it. He could be standing in t

“I'm glad you like it,” I say, proud of my choice as I try not to allow my rising lust to gallop out of control. We're not alone, but fuck, I so wish we were. “We're serving the Evening Land 2012 tonight.”She stares at me as if I've sprouted two heads.Rushing in to explain, I say, “It was rated the number three Pinot by Wine Spectator magazine recently. It's the top-rated US wine. I don't serve Italian wines here at the Armónico.”She takes those perfect full lips and sips again but then they pucker at my words. “Why not? Isn't Armónico an Italian name?”“I don't like Italy.”She narrows her eyes and looks at me. “I've never been out of Nevada, but I did a school project about Italy once. All I remember is how beautiful it was as I sifted through all the information on the internet. How can you not like a place like that?”I contemplate how to answer her without sounding like an arrogant asshole. Dante's superior mug floats before my eyes, and I want to get away from this uncomforta