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.

The stranger spoke. His deep 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

was the intensity with which he spoke, but Max paled and

My voice sounded young and scared.

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 us survive. But that was a debt to

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

was hollow, the accusation rang through the air. Max was one of the good guys, one of the

don’t look like that.” Max’s gruff voice held a

“Max, did you know my daddy?” I asked him point

his words before he uttered, “No, Pumpkin.”

drop down

you, well, I tried

I knew all about their special relationship. She had plenty of special friends that would slip into our trailer late at night. I didn’t realize that they were 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 be

she wasn’t high. We laughed and sang funny songs on the

“I knew what she was

want me to get rid of him?” Max motioned toward the businessman who had been silent during this

a low voice,

to exert his nonexistent authority, “Not now, you aren’t. You have

The stranger’s mouth looked pinched as he asked in a clipped tone, “How much is her time worth to you?”

“What?” Gabriel looked

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

before his eyes took on a greedy tint. “Three

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

smirk. “I’d have done it for

beat. “I would have paid five. Now, if you will leave us? We will need

and Gabriel ambled away, and the man motioned for me to sit across

folded my arms, not sure that I wanted to know whatever this man was so insistent on

Unless you have the three

the chair faster than a freight train. I didn’t have three hundred dollars. Hell, I wasn’t sure I had thirty dollars. With a sassy smirk, I saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

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

the CEO of your deceased father’s

inappropriate, but who goes around telling people to call them

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

“You are too kind,” I quipped

way he was rattling off information like a census bureau official. To piss him off, I deliberately called him by his first name,

he bit off gruffly.

their daddy is dead and in the same breath insists that they call them Mr. Williams in the same

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

I scoffed. This time he had really pissed me

them both in poverty.