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The Billionaire’s Temptation
The Billionaire’s Touch Series Book 1
L.N. Pearl
Copyright © 2015 by L.N. Pearl. All rights reserved worldwide.
No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior written consent of the author/publisher or the terms relayed to you herein.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Book description:
Kendra has fire in her veins and steel in her backbone.
She’s a fighter, someone who had to overcome the demons of her past and she has big dreams. However, she’s not just a dreamer: she’s a doer as well. Being extremely gifted as a fashion designer, she’s set up her own business and is waiting for her big break. But rent is due and Kendra is broke.
Jax runs one of the biggest investment banks in the country. The handsome devil is young, attractive and successful, which makes him dangerously desirable. And he knows it. Besides sports cars, there’s one thing he loves collecting: women. But this is about to change.
After a terrible accident, Jax suddenly becomes responsible for another life: his six month old nephew, a bundle of warmth and joy, but also an incredible responsibility.
Jax needs help and his reputation is now a burden: gold diggers and shallow bimbos posing as na
But one na
Note: this is the first book out of five in the series. Contains explicit language for a mature audience only.
Table of Contents
1 - Jax
2 - Kendra
3 - Kendra
4 - Jax
5 - Kendra
6 - Jax
7 - Kendra
8 - Kendra
1 - Jax
The night hadn’t gone anything like I’d hoped.
Mia, my blonde bombshell of a date, snuggled into the passenger seat of my Rolls Royce, and immediately began talking about herself. Apparently, she was her favorite subject.
I pulled into the drive and just sat there. Forced to wait for the valet to come retrieve the key to park my car. I owned the entire building, for fuck’s sake. I wasn’t in the mood to wait.
I lived in the top-floor penthouse and collected rent from all the tenants living below. It worked out. I provided luxurious condos and in return received needed assets to invest in. Plus, the building was a steal that I simply couldn’t pass up.
“Wow, is this your place?” she asked, looking up at the tall building. “I love it. Sleek and modern, just the way I like,” she gushed, a large smile on her pretty face.
It should have caused me to smile, but I was beyond finding anything in common with her. A good fast fuck and I would kick her out… if Asa, the babysitter, agreed to stay an extra hour or so. I frowned. Asa had a sense of entitlement where I was concerned, although it was rather unfounded. One night of fucking and she had dibs on me, or so she thought. Having her stay while I fucked blondie might be awkward, but it might be a good lesson. Let her know that she had zero reins on me.
“It is. Get out and let’s go wrap up this night properly.” I motioned for her to eject her talkative ass from the Rolls as the bellhop walked toward us.
She continued to talk again as we walked to the entrance and I nodded toward Henry. I slipped my hand into hers and pulled her against me before entering the lobby. Pressing my finger to her lips, I glanced down at her, hooding my gaze and giving her a sharp warning as we approached the elevator.
“Hush. Don’t speak again unless I tell you to. Understood?”
She nodded, which was enough for me. She was a grown woman. Satisfied that she understood my directives and would follow them, I pressed the button.
We rode in silence to the top floor and walked to the front door before she made a small peep again. I glanced back at her and growled before pushing the door open. The smell of vanilla and sandalwood rushed to greet us, the scents always having been present in my mother’s house too.
Mia made another noise, and I turned my head, pi
“Wait for me. Don’t touch anything.” I left her in the kitchen before jogging up the stairs to the nursery. My sister’s son was my new charge, a small boy only six months old. The baby was honestly a joy, but with his warmth came incredible responsibility. It had begun to overwhelm me, the thought of being responsible for another life far more than I was capable of handling.
My mother would have to take the child back. Alice, my sister, would want her son raised by someone well rounded and responsible, which just wasn’t me. Having to bury my sister left Mom heartbroken, a shell of who she had been only months before. The funeral was a nightmare, the plane crash not even affording us a body to bury.
Tucking away my morbid thoughts, I stopped outside the bedroom door before peeking in and holding my breath. The sound of soft snores caused my lip to lift. The little guy was sound asleep.
Asa might be a little too much for me to deal with, but she was the perfect girl to help with Tyson. She was looking for a long-term relationship that morphed into a white-picket fence and three kids.
I wasn’t, nor would I ever be.
The sound of feminine voices lifted from the bottom floor. I turned on my heel and walked quickly down the stairs to find Mia and Asa with their fingers in each other’s faces. Did they know one another?
I didn’t even stop to gain a clear understanding of the catfight starting in front of me, but paused at the edge of the kitchen. Tyson was crying again.
Fuck.
“Get out. Both of you. Get your shit and get out.” I glanced toward Asa. “I’ll send you a check in the mail for tonight and I’ll think about having you back, but don’t hold your breath.”
“What about me?” Mia asked, her thick ruby red lips puffed out.
“Not interested. Find a new topic to talk about while you’re on your next date. ‘You’ gets boring fast. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.”
I turned and jogged back up the stairs, pulling out my phone and letting out a weary sigh. I missed my sister like crazy, but damn her for leaving me with such a huge burden. I wasn’t the right kind of guy to raise a baby, especially not hers. She was brilliant and had all her shit together. I called her when I was in trouble or needed help.
I moved into the room as the pain of loss stung me deeply. Alice was gone and finality had struck us all. I took a deep breath and tried to regain self-control.
Taking Tyson in my arms, I tried like hell to calm the boy, but it only seemed to agitate him more. There was nothing left to do but call my mother. It was late and she would be pissed. But, dammit, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t listen to the screams. I couldn’t stand seeing him so unhappy. I needed help.
I dialed her number and put her on speaker so I could keep bouncing the boy in my arms.
“Jax? Is everything okay?” Her voice was laced with sleep and worry.
“No, Mother. It’s not,” I said as I bounced. “I can’t get this kid to stop screaming. My na
“Jax.” A soft albeit shaky sigh resounded around me, my mother’s pain almost tangible.
“Mom, please.” I felt like I was five years old, but I didn’t care. “I can’t do this. I’ll send someone to pick you up if you want.”