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.

voice was clear and insistent. “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 you, but he

he spoke, but Max paled and

My voice sounded

the stranger was lying. He and my daddy went way back, and my father had died in a blaze of glory, just like 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 money to help

“Baby girl…” I could hear the sorrow in his

Max was one of the good guys, one of the few people

that.” Max’s gruff voice held a hint

my daddy?”

if weighing his

down past my

Max continued hurriedly, “But your mama and I had a special relationship. When I found out about you, well, I tried to marry her. But

for

Mama wasn’t like that. She 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

“Yeah,” I whispered, “I knew what she was like.”

the businessman who had been silent during this entire exchange,

voice, “I want to hear what he has

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

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

Gabriel looked confused.

If she sits here at this table with me for that length of time,

before his eyes took on a greedy tint. “Three hundred.”

peeled off

“I’d have done it for two

miss a beat. “I would have paid five. Now, if

the man motioned for me to sit across the table

my arms, not sure that I wanted to know whatever

my valuable time. Unless you have the three hundred dollars

Hell, I wasn’t sure I had thirty dollars. With a sassy

looked pinched again. Good. I liked that the was just

CEO of your deceased father’s

goes around telling people to call them mister anything?

“Because of certain legalities, I was forced to locate and apprise you of your father’s passing.”

too kind,” I quipped sarcastically.

rattling off information like a census bureau official. To piss him off, I deliberately called him

Williams,” he bit off

walk into a girl’s life and rip it 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?

know you existed until the very end. He was a good man.”

This time he had

then left them both in poverty. Yep, you are right, he sounds like a real winner to me. Perhaps things worked out how they were supposed