Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

You didn’t grow up the way I had around men and let some stranger put his hands on you. I was about to hand the fancy city slicker his ass when Mad Max flew across the room and held a fork to the handsome man’s neck.

Trust Max to attack with a kitchen utensil.

“Get your damn hand off of her,” Max snarled menacingly. “We don’t handle women that way.”

Because the man hadn’t let go of my arm, I was now bent at a rather strange angle. Nonetheless, I felt a surge of affection for Max. It meant a lot to me that he cared.

“I’ve got this, Max,” I said, but it was like I hadn’t even spoken.

Throughout this, the stranger didn’t even flinch despite the fact that the tines of the fork were pressed against his jugular.

“Charming,” the handsome stranger said in an even tone. “I assume this is a friend of yours?”

Max growled at him and shoved the fork harder against the stranger’s neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alice and Reena staring on with wide eyes. The last thing I wanted was for this to escalate any further. I tried to nudge Max to the side with my foot, but he wasn’t about to move.

Couldn’t he see that I wasn’t in any danger? In what I hoped was a calm voice, I said, “This is Max. He’s going to put the fork down now.” That elicited a growl from Max, but I kept going. “He was a friend of my daddy’s back in the day.”

The stranger’s brow rose in surprise before a look of incredulity entered his eyes. “Somehow I doubt that to be true.”

A spark of anger lit inside of me.

“Look, I don’t know why this is any of your business. I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t owe you any explanations.” I yanked my wrist to free, and this time he let it go.

I could still feel the imprint of his fingers and rubbed my wrist absentmindedly. I wondered why it hadn’t bothered me more. Usually I wasn’t a fan of people touching me.

Besides Max, the last person to hug me was Ruth Ann when my mama passed away. She hugged me so tight and whispered that one day I would understand my mama better. I understand my mama just fine, I had thought to myself. Hell, I knew her a whole lot better than most. But I just smiled and nodded appreciatively at Ruth Ann. She meant well, and besides, Ruth Ann had known Mama before she got sick, before the men, and before the drugs.

Max growled at the stranger with such vicious intent that I started to wonder if he just might fork the man after all.

“Listen punk, just who the hell are you?”

Neither man was backing down.

“Is there a problem over here?” Gabriel rushed over to see what the fuss was all about. As soon as he saw me, a look of disgust crossed his face.

Bastard.

The stranger’s cool gray eyes stared into my own. My heart thudded wildly in my chest and I felt as if I had been running. It was the strangest response that I had ever had to a man. I took a hesitant step backward.

“Your father was Hollingsworth Sutton, III, renowned billionaire, owner of Sutton Enterprises, and my former boss. To my knowledge he never once rode a motorcycle. For the most part, he didn’t even drive himself. I don’t know what this Max has told

paled and moved away from the stranger,

voice sounded young and scared.

Max had told me all those years ago. Max had said that was the only reason my father wasn’t there to raise me himself. I knew that Max gave my mama

hear the sorrow in his voice.

know my daddy?” My voice was hollow, the accusation rang through the air. Max was one of the good guys, one of the few people in this shitty world

look like that.” Max’s gruff

know my daddy?”

almost as if weighing his words before

my stomach drop down

a special relationship. When I found out about you, well, I tried to marry her. But you know what she was like with

paying for sex until someone in the third grade happily filled me in. They told me my mama was nothing more than a prostitute, and I would grow up to

could be fun when she wasn’t high. We laughed and sang funny songs on the radio. She took me down to the thrift shop, and we would look

“I knew what she was like.”

businessman who had been silent during this entire

my head and answered in a low voice, “I want to hear what

nonexistent authority, “Not now, you aren’t. You have a shift to work, Sutton. I am not paying you to

asked in a clipped tone, “How much is her time

“What?” Gabriel looked confused.

at this table with me for that length of time, I will give you two

took on a greedy tint. “Three hundred.”

and peeled off three hundred-dollar bills and then handed them

Gabriel said with a smirk. “I’d have done it for two hundred.”

miss a beat. “I would have paid five. Now, if you will leave us? We will need some privacy.”

and the man motioned for

not sure that I wanted to know whatever this

valuable time. Unless you have the three

chair faster than a freight train. I didn’t have three hundred dollars. Hell, I wasn’t sure I had thirty dollars.

Good. I liked that the was just as irritated as I was.

of your deceased father’s company,

laughed. It was probably inappropriate, but who goes around telling people to call them mister

continued on as if I hadn’t laughed in his face. “Because of certain legalities, I was forced

are too kind,” I

off information like a census bureau official. To piss him off, I deliberately called him by his first name, “Listen, Mark.”

bit

all to pieces. Shit, who tells someone that their daddy is dead and in the same breath insists that they call them Mr. Williams in the same statement? Why did you come anyway? If my father didn’t want me in his life, surely he doesn’t want me involved in

you existed until the very end. He was a

he had really pissed me off.

slept with a woman, impregnated her, and then left them both in poverty. Yep, you are right, he sounds