A Very Bad Billionaire (BWWM Contemporary Romance Novel) Read Online Free Page A

have mementos of the girls he’s banged. They must have been some kind of trophy to remember his conquest by, or maybe voyeurism got his rocks off.
     
    The thought of him keeping souvenirs from sexual encounters made me wonder what other things were inside the house that I didn’t know about. What kind of stuff was this guy into? Did he have a drawer full of panties that women had left behind? Did he have a video library of him screwing every woman he’s ever brought home? I should have been asking myself some questions of my own. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about what I saw in the pictures? The encounter appeared to be very passionate and intense. I imagined myself in the position of the girl and the image inside my head was amazingly hot. Why was I thinking this way? I had just been disgusted by what I had found and then I wanted to take the woman’s place? I wasn’t any better than him. Maybe he wasn’t the only pervert in the house. After all, it was my panties that were soaking wet at the thought of his hard cock impaling me as I envisioned myself in those pictures.
     
    I had to stop thinking that way. It’s natural to become aroused when you see sexual images. That’s human nature. There’s also something about seeing photos that were never meant for your eyes to see that makes it seem a little more…hot. Makes it seem more taboo. I started thinking about my job. I needed it badly. It paid much more than anything else in the area. Not that it mattered because I hadn’t been able to find suitable employment for months. Could I continue to work for a man like Kaiden Melrose knowing what he was into? At what point would I be compromising my own morals and beliefs by staying? Maybe it would be an isolated incident and nothing like that would ever happen again. But what if it did? Or what if I stayed and he tried to exploit me for knowing his dirty secret and held it over my head?
     
    Needing time to think before I decided if I would go back to work or not, I began to take a walk. The background noise of the city helped soothe my thoughts and mellow me out enough so that I could start to think and clear my mind. Manhattan is never quiet, but the noise is so constant that it eventually all fades together and into the background. I had made it several blocks before my cell phone started vibrating in my pocket. Pulling the phone out, I could see that it was coming from Kaiden’s house since the number was stored in my phone from the interview. I figured it must have been Lupita or maybe even Bailey. I almost answered it, but I stopped myself. What would I even say or tell them as for the reason why I left? What if it wasn’t either of them? What if it was actually Kaiden? What would I say to him? More importantly, what would he say to me?
     
    Not ready to deal with anyone from work, I let the phone ring until my voice mail picked up. I was surprised when my voice mail alert sounded off. Who does that anymore? Why not just text me if you have something to say? There is nothing I hate more than having to check messages in my voice mail box. Most of the time, the messages just sit there and only get cleared when I get tired of seeing the little envelope icon on my phone. I guess it annoyed me more than usual considering the mood I was in.
     
    Aggravated, I stuffed the phone back into my pocket. The best thing for me was to ignore whoever it was and only make my next move when I was ready. But who had been calling me? Was Lupita calling me because Kaiden was mad and taking it out on her because she recommended me for the job? Was it Bailey calling to tell me that I no longer allowed in the home because my services would no longer be needed after I ran out like that? I tried to be strong, but I had to know who had called.
     
    As the computerized voice system told me that I had one new message, I suddenly felt myself becoming nervous. My muscles tensed, my stomach knotted up and my hands became sweaty. I cringed