Billionaire Playboys
A wife. Happily ever after. That was never in the cards for me, not with a past like mine.
Everything changed when Millie entered my life. The no labels I demanded on our heated encounters became meaningless when she threatened to walk away. There’s only one thing a man can do when he realizes the woman he loves is going to leave forever.
I have to fix not only myself, but our relationship.
I’m not willing to let go of Millie, even if promising her forever means I’m playing with fire.
I always get what I want and what I want is Amelie.
One month after leaving, my only thoughts were of the woman I left to protect. Thoughts of her consumed me night and day, pushing me to work harder and faster in order to have her back in my arms. The need to protect her from my own blood, a father who would ruin me and anyone that means anything to me in order to further his political career.
Now I’m back, ready to lock down the woman I love and it seems we both have news to share with one another, hers more important than mine
I’m a self-proclaimed bachelor. I need no one. Until her.
When a friend asked me to hire his youngest daughter, I had reservations. Yet, I needed a secretary. So, I said why not. Sometimes being a good guy backfires on you. This is definitely one of those times.
Fawn is younger than me—way too young. She’s also a walking fantasy that tortures me daily with images running through my mind of all the dirty things I want to do to her.
I need her so much I can taste it. I try to resist, but once I see the hunger in her beautiful eyes, it’s over, just like my bachelor days.She might think I’m playing games. She’s wrong. I’m claiming her as mine…
Forever.
No woman will make me fall in love. I’m not the settling down type.
Famous last words…
Life can change in a damn instant. I should know that. Mine did the moment I walked through the front door of my penthouse and found Danica on her hands and knees cleaning. One look—that’s all it took. I saw her and I wanted her on her knees for an entirely *different* reason.
There’s just one small issue. Danica doesn’t want me. She’s not looking for a billionaire to waltz in and save the day for her. Apparently, my curvy, little vixen saves her own day.
Still, she belongs to me—even if she tries to fight it. I’ll step up and make sure she’s safe.
I’ll show her I’m not into games. I want her heart and I’m playing to win.
A recluse. A Billionaire. That’s who I am. I haven’t wanted or needed anything in a long time, especially not a woman.
That is until my eyes lock on a beautiful woman who shines brighter than a diamond, standing on a platform, waiting for men to bid on her for a date as part of a charity auction event. It’s something I wanted no part of until my business partner forced my hand.
Now the only goal I have is to take what I want and what I want is Nessa Taylor. I’ll make sure none of the vultures circling her get a chance. She's mine even if I have to play dirty to have her.