Claimed by the Billionaire: Rescue #3 Read Online Free

Bradley would be at anyplace other than this one.
    We went into the
parking garage, hidden from view from everyone. The limo then drove up to a
side entrance with glass doors.
    “A secret entrance,
mom!” Greg explained, plastering his face against the glass of the limo,
“Cool!”
    I had to admit that the
fact this place had so many well-known people staying here that it had to have
its own secret entrance was pretty cool. The limo door opened and Greg and I
stepped out into the parking garage.
    “Thank you.” I said to
the driver who just nodded in return.
    The body guard, a giant
of a man that looked like he could knock anyone down if he so desired, led us
to the hidden entrance. He typed in a pass code and then the doors opened and
he ushered us inside.
    In the evening light,
the lobby was quiet and dimly lit. There was a fountain in the center of the
marble flooring and off to the side, along the wall, was running water,
cascading down into tiny pools with flowers bobbing on them. Well-dressed
people were walking in and out of the front doors or heading to the elevators.
There was a large desk on one end with the receptionist. There were flowers all
behind her and even a giant aquarium off to one side.
    “Wow!” Greg exclaimed
loudly, breaking the carefully constructed silence.
    I shushed him as
quickly as I could, trying not to be embarrassed. The body guard led us over to
the elevators. We slid into an empty one, the doors shutting behind us. Even
the elevators had plush carpet, I noticed. There were mirrors all along the
inside and I caught sight of me.
    I wished I hadn’t. I
looked dreadful. My hair looked messy, my clothes askew and my skin ashen. I
had taken off my sun glasses when we came into the building and I looked as
though I hadn’t slept in decades. I hated that Bradley was going to see me
while I looked so completely terrible.
    The body guard pulled
out a key and slid it into a slot that was underneath the buttons to press.
    “What are you doing?”
Greg asked, point blank.
    Normally I would have
asked him to mind his manners but I was too curious as well to hold him back.
    The body guard looked
at Greg kindly, which went at odds with his massive body frame, “Mr. Gable
lives up on the top floor. You can only get the elevator there if you slide the
guy in the lock.”
    “Whoa!” Greg said,
impressed, staring at where the key had been slid.
    I was impressed too,
thinking of how even when I had had money, I had never had that amount of
money. The elevator rose up and Greg yanked on my arm. I turned around. The
elevator was a window and you could see through the back. We looked over the
city as we rose higher, the lights turning on slowly through out it, the sun
setting and casting different shades of orange over the city.
    The elevator stopped
and the body guard led us out. I was expecting a hallway to Bradley’s place but
we were in the foyer of his penthouse already. There was hard wood floors all
over, with low lighting and a rustic feel throughout the foyer. The body guard
put down the suitcases and asked us to wait in the foyer.
    “Mom,” Greg said in a
quiet voice, “Your old boss is really rich!”
    He was right but I
didn’t get to reply. Bradley came in through the door that separated the foyer
from the rest of the house. He was in casual clothes like the time he had come
over to my apartment. His shirt looked as though he had just thrown it on and
he was wearing jeans.
    “Hey, you guys get here
okay?” Bradley said, stepping forward.
    “We did, thank you,” I
replied and then nudged Greg forward a little, “Bradley, this is Greg, my son.”
    “You’re rich!” Greg
exclaimed loudly.
    “Greg!” I said.
    Greg lowered his head,
“Sorry.” He said, sounding abashed.
    Bradley crouched so he
was at Greg’s level, “It’s nice to meet you, Greg. Your mom has told me a lot
about you.”
    “Greg has homework to
do. Is there anywhere that he can work?” I asked.
    “I don’t