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.

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,

it was the intensity with which he spoke, but Max paled and moved away from the stranger, dropping

My voice sounded young

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

hear the sorrow in his

hollow, the accusation rang through the air. Max was one of the good guys, one of the few people in this shitty world

gruff

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

as if weighing his words before he uttered, “No, Pumpkin.”

felt my stomach drop down past

about you, well, I tried to marry her. But you

realize that they were paying for sex until someone in the third grade happily

didn’t understand, nobody did. 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

whispered, “I knew

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

voice,

aren’t. You have a shift to work, Sutton. I am not paying you to sit on your

he asked in a clipped tone, “How much is her time worth to you?”

“What?” Gabriel looked confused.

at this table with me for that length

took on

peeled off three hundred-dollar bills and

said with a smirk. “I’d have done it

have paid five. Now, if you will leave us? We will need some privacy.”

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

not sure that I wanted to know whatever this man was so insistent on telling me. “Why

valuable time. Unless you have the three hundred dollars to repay me, I suggest you

freight train. I didn’t have three hundred dollars. Hell, I wasn’t sure I had thirty dollars. With a sassy

liked that the was just as irritated as

he began. “I am the CEO of your deceased father’s company, Sutton Enterprises. You may call me

was probably inappropriate, but who goes around telling

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

I quipped sarcastically.

official. To piss him off, I

bit off gruffly.

work on your bedside manner. You cannot just 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

jaw clenched. “Your father didn’t know you existed until the

time he had really pissed

and 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 to.”