A Very Bad Billionaire (BWWM Contemporary Romance Novel) Read Online Free
Author: Vivian Ward
look at a video to see who smuggled a camera in. I took the rest of the photos out of the envelope and started looking through them. I tried to get a look at who I was with, but I couldn’t make her out. If I knew when the photo had been taken, I’d have a better idea of who I slept with that night but there was no date or any other marks that could give me a clue.
This is going to drive me crazy! Who would want to send me these pictures? Who had such a serious vendetta against me that they would want to bring my personal life out into the public eye? I sifted through the photos one more time looking for something, anything. That’s when a small, folded sheet of paper slipped out of the stack. I opened it up hoping it would give me more info. Unfortunately, it was quite vague.
Dearest Kaiden,
Do I have your attention yet? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You owe me asshole! I’ll have some demands soon. Don’t make me take these pictures to the press. I know they’ll pay me well for them. I’ll be in touch.
There was no signature on the note—not that I should be surprised—and I didn’t recognize the handwriting. Whoever would take secret pictures of someone in a sex club isn’t likely to out themselves very easily. I knew I couldn’t risk anyone seeing the photos so I took the envelope straight to my office and put them on my desk. To avoid any prying eyes, I put some random papers on top of it. That’s where I planned to leave the pictures until I could take them to the club to show the owners. They needed to know what was going on so they could keep an eye out. Maybe they had even seen something that looked suspicious that would lead me in the right direction.
I had to prepare for what was to come. What else could any of this be about except for money? The note said that I owed the person so I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. If they demanded money to keep the photos away from the public, I’d have no choice but to pay. The problem is trusting that the person would do the right thing and get rid of any incriminating evidence against me—extra photos, back-ups, negatives or whatever they might have. What would stop them from taking my money and publishing the pictures anyway? This person seems greedy and a double payday would be hard to resist.
My business is important to me and my public image is a huge part of who I am. I donate to a lot of charities and things for the community to keep my name out there in a positive light. To the public and the press, I’m a good guy. No one knows a damned thing about my dark side, the side of me that dominates the underground walls of the Phoenix. The side that I don’t want to get out.
Calling Natalia again, I painstakingly listened to the rings until her voice mail eventually picked up. I didn’t leave a follow-up message because I knew that I couldn’t make her listen to me if she didn’t want to. I’ve dealt with enough women and hard-heads to know as much. Instead, I sat down on my office chair with my head in my hand as I tried to decompress the situation. I closed my eyes and started to think. Letting my thoughts drifted from one thing to another, all of my secrets—and lies—began to swirl in my mind like a tornado funnel cloud. I could see that funnel cloud starting to touch the ground just before it was ready to take off, damning my social status and public image.
CHAPTER THREE
Natalia
I couldn’t stay in that house. Not with him and not after what I saw. I didn’t know much about the man I was working for other than the fact that he has a lot of money. If I had known that he was some kind of dirty sex pervert, I might have thought twice about accepting the position. What kind of things was this guy into that he would have sex in a public place? Obviously he had no qualms about doing it in front of an audience since he had photos of his encounter in his office. Maybe he liked to
This is going to drive me crazy! Who would want to send me these pictures? Who had such a serious vendetta against me that they would want to bring my personal life out into the public eye? I sifted through the photos one more time looking for something, anything. That’s when a small, folded sheet of paper slipped out of the stack. I opened it up hoping it would give me more info. Unfortunately, it was quite vague.
Dearest Kaiden,
Do I have your attention yet? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You owe me asshole! I’ll have some demands soon. Don’t make me take these pictures to the press. I know they’ll pay me well for them. I’ll be in touch.
There was no signature on the note—not that I should be surprised—and I didn’t recognize the handwriting. Whoever would take secret pictures of someone in a sex club isn’t likely to out themselves very easily. I knew I couldn’t risk anyone seeing the photos so I took the envelope straight to my office and put them on my desk. To avoid any prying eyes, I put some random papers on top of it. That’s where I planned to leave the pictures until I could take them to the club to show the owners. They needed to know what was going on so they could keep an eye out. Maybe they had even seen something that looked suspicious that would lead me in the right direction.
I had to prepare for what was to come. What else could any of this be about except for money? The note said that I owed the person so I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. If they demanded money to keep the photos away from the public, I’d have no choice but to pay. The problem is trusting that the person would do the right thing and get rid of any incriminating evidence against me—extra photos, back-ups, negatives or whatever they might have. What would stop them from taking my money and publishing the pictures anyway? This person seems greedy and a double payday would be hard to resist.
My business is important to me and my public image is a huge part of who I am. I donate to a lot of charities and things for the community to keep my name out there in a positive light. To the public and the press, I’m a good guy. No one knows a damned thing about my dark side, the side of me that dominates the underground walls of the Phoenix. The side that I don’t want to get out.
Calling Natalia again, I painstakingly listened to the rings until her voice mail eventually picked up. I didn’t leave a follow-up message because I knew that I couldn’t make her listen to me if she didn’t want to. I’ve dealt with enough women and hard-heads to know as much. Instead, I sat down on my office chair with my head in my hand as I tried to decompress the situation. I closed my eyes and started to think. Letting my thoughts drifted from one thing to another, all of my secrets—and lies—began to swirl in my mind like a tornado funnel cloud. I could see that funnel cloud starting to touch the ground just before it was ready to take off, damning my social status and public image.
CHAPTER THREE
Natalia
I couldn’t stay in that house. Not with him and not after what I saw. I didn’t know much about the man I was working for other than the fact that he has a lot of money. If I had known that he was some kind of dirty sex pervert, I might have thought twice about accepting the position. What kind of things was this guy into that he would have sex in a public place? Obviously he had no qualms about doing it in front of an audience since he had photos of his encounter in his office. Maybe he liked to
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