Semua Bab Wild Billionaire Romance: Possessive Billionaires, Dangerous Desire, and Forbidden Love: Bab 101 - Bab 110

JOSEFSourdough Sundays were a regular thing now.It was already late June, and the sun was shining down on the stone tiled patio behind Marat’s new mansion.The beach sat just beyond the wrought iron gate, accessible by a staircase which was equipped with another gate on the bottom and the best damn security system money could buy.I should know.My company designed and installed it. Not to mention the half dozen men that were always on site, circling the grounds and keeping everyone safe.Sofia, Destiny, Meredith, and even Ellie and her son Sammy sometimes joined in on these weekly get-togethers with Adrik, Marat, me, and even Andres.The star, of course, was the bread. Ellie was something of an expert and after the first few tries and failures, she’d given a sort of mini demonstration of how to build an effective starter and how to bake actual bread.I wouldn’t tell Meredith, but her first few attempts were like crumbly, flat, dense rocks. As much as I loved her, I ate e

EPILOGUE THREE ANDRESMy phone buzzed, and I ignored it.Weeks had passed, fucking weeks since I’d been inside Ellie Maxwell, and ever since, I felt like I was losing my mind.I was impatient. Ornery as fuck. Short-tempered. And I couldn’t sleep for shit.Ellie. Ellie Maxwell. Why won’t you let me in?No, I wouldn’t use her piece of shit ex’s name when I thought about her.I’d been putting in sixteen hour days, doing everything I could to stop myself from hunting her down.There was something about her. Something untamed and wild behind her eyes. Something I wasn’t sure she even knew about herself.But I recognized it as something special.She called to me like a siren’s song.Attracted me like no one else ever had.I knew where she was. I knew exactly where that fine as fuck woman parked her sweet ass every night.But what kind of fucking animal would I be if I stalked a woman on the run from her abusive ex?That motherfucker.I growled and tried to focus back on work. E

It all started when I stepped into a pile of cat shit.Yeah, cats used litter boxes, but only when they're clean. Some cats were pickier than others, according to the internet, and everyone knew the internet was always right.I had a system in place. I scooped daily and changed the cat litter every eight days.Rocky was still technically a kitten. Only nine months old, or so the animal rescue place had said. He shouldn’t require more frequent cleaning than that.It was a jumbo sized litter box, for Pete’s sake!Meredith had been kind enough to allow pets in the Morristown housing where Sammy and I recently moved. It was an offsite location from the Manhattan branch of St. Elizabeth’s Shelter for Women and Children.Sammy and I were residents there for a couple of months, but Gary had found us and started sending letters with thinly veiled threats. He showed up twice, harassing the poor employees who worked there, some of them volunteers.I didn’t want that for any of the kind pe

Two months passed since I’d been inside Ellie Maxwell’s hot as fuck body.Two months of unreturned calls and texts.Two months of wet dreams that left me feeling unrested and horny as fuck.Two long ass motherfucking months.Goddamn.I was losing my mind.I’d only just been promoted to a position in Volkov Industries that not only meant the head honchos trusted me, but that they depended on me. They relied on me to make their business better.Holy. Fucking. Shit.I was just a guy from Hoboken who grew up with his mom and stepfather in a one bedroom apartment where I slept on the fucking couch until I went off to college.My parents did the best they could. After my stepdad died, my mom had to work, scrubbing floors while I busted my ass at school, and waited tables to pay for it all.After I made my first million dollars, I bought the building my mother lived in. With the next million, I renovated it exactly how she wanted. By the next million, I hired Sigma International to

Oh my fuck.“I think I just lost my mind,” I mumbled, dropping my cell phone on the plain coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room like it was hot.I just asked Andres Ramirez to marry me.What the shit?I can’t believe I did that.What the hell was I thinking?Okay, so I kind of knew what I was thinking. The crumpled up letter and envelope sitting on the tiny table where Sammy and I ate most of our meals glared at me in the dimly lit room.Andres was a man.Duh.He was big, tall, strong, wealthy, and powerful.I wasn’t mercenary. It was just, well, I grew up with money, so I recognized it.He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who always had it. But his expensive clothes, the fact he worked for Volkov Industries and was crowned their prince of acquisitions told me everything I needed to know.So, me asking him to marry me was more about having him in my arsenal as a weapon to use against my ex-husband than the fact I couldn’t stop thinking about him.And hi