Billie O Connell Novels & Stories

We have 28 members, and the first six—us—have our own full suites in a specific tower. I’m currently supervising the shifting of Raven to the attic so we can fit Billie in the tower when it’s time, when Dominic comes up to me. “Think we got it all, big man.” He hands me a flash drive. “Billie?” I ask. “Billie Marie Black. Born nineteen years ago in Wilson, Massachusetts. From the scuzzier human suburbs of Boston. The ghost towns.” “What’s she doing in Rhode Island?”

the board had voted her out of the business. So not only did she lose her parents, she lost her dream job, and her father legacy essentially his third child. He had built that company from the ground up, from the start up in their garage to the number one business in Seattle. Everyone in the business world had wishes to work there if they were to make a name for themselves. As of now though there was nothing she could do about it. Now for the last week she has been getting up at dawn and started looking for jobs. Every interview she did went well but she was always too experienced for what the company was looking for. This company was her last resort and it was for a position she could chok

“TMZ broke the story from an anonymous source … seems Connor, who usually avoids the spotlight, decided he wanted to get it ALL out in the open … on a Las Vegas condo property. It happened near the Strip – which seems very appropriate, considering how little clothing his female friend is wearing in these photos … “The woman has been identified as Lily Ross of Los Angeles. Ms. Ross worked for a big LA consulting firm until yesterday, when she was reportedly fired. Looks like she found other employment pretty quickly … “Our sources tell us $50,000 was paid directly into Lily’s bank account, and ever since then, she’s been accompanying Connor on a tour of Las Vegas, “Pretty Woman”-style … “We h

Now she was just a rookie. "Can you see that Billie? She talks!" Milenna said throwing her hands in the air. Billie chuckled. I stared at their naked bodies. Billie was way hotter than Milenna. While Milenna had small compact features which consisted of small breasts, a cup-shaped ass, and no definite womanly curve, Billie had round somewhat puffy breasts and a nice bubble butt. "I had no fucking idea she could do that," Billie said. Their mocking was starting to become stale these days. My expression fell. They needed to up their game or get the fuck out of my way.

Her hair was swept into a soft chignon, and diamonds sparkled on her ears on loan, worth more than any property her father had ever sold. She looked like she belonged. But inside, she was hollow. Beatrice stood nearby, reviewing notes on a tablet. She didn’t look at her like a woman. She looked at her like a product going to market. “Smile when cameras are near,” she said. “Keep your answers brief. Don’t mention the convent. Or your sister. Or anything personal. You are Mrs. Ellen Moretti now.” She turned from the mirror. “But what if I forget who I really am?”

It almost looks like. I slap a hand over my mouth. "No. It can't be." Holding my breath, unable to reconcile the image on my phone with the name beneath his picture, my mouth drops open. Shock assaults me as I re-read the caption again: "Connor Mennetti, businessman Nolan Mennetti's oldest son, attends the opera with his date, Shelby Walsh."

I sent Aislin away to lead the hunt and went to take a shower without seeing the girls. Surprisingly, I didn’t see Billie until night had fallen. While washing dishes, the sound of clinking dishware and splashing water drew Billie out of the spare bedroom, where she’d been sitting with Muriel, and into the kitchen. Her light brown hair was tied up in a loose bun, her lithe body hidden within Colt’s sweater and dark leggings. I glanced up at her, annoyed by the flutter in my stomach. “What?” “Shouldn’t someone else be cleaning for you?” she ventured. “I usually do it…”

She was in her late fifties, with sharp eyes, warm brown skin, and a tired grace that spoke of long years in this house. “You are Rayna right?” The woman smiled softly. “I’m Bee. Everyone calls me that, though it’s not my real name. I’ve been with Connor; Denzel as you may know him by that name,I’ve been with him since he was a Teenager.” Rayna tried to smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Bee.”

Tyler was now clearly out of my league and I knew that he was just showing me kindness and looking after me like he does with his sister. After I finished calming down and swallowing all my sorrows, I went to Connie just like Tyler told me to. Connie was an older woman and reminded me of my mother. After talking to her for a while she told me that she has been with Mr. Conner since he started the company five years ago. She had met him while she was a waitress at the Country Club trying to earn a living to support her and her two children. She spoke of him so highly and was very grateful for everything he had done for her and her family. Tyler definitely had a soft spot for helping people in

I didn’t ignore the strained sense of disappointment through our shared connection. Every nerve in my body was screaming that this was murder, but I needed more than just my intuition. I needed proof. And that alone meant that I couldn’t afford any further distractions. Whatever problems Lucas believed we needed to deal with would have to wait. Spotting an open chair nearby, I settled myself down and opened the file. My eyes began briskly scanning through the general information. The woman’s name was Elana Connors. She was all of thirty-five years old. There was no current record of a spouse or children along with her information. But it was noted down toward the bottom that her occupation i