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  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Copyright © 2017 by Sarah J. Brooks

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  The Billionaire's Assistant

  Book 1: Unexpected ENCOUNTER

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Chapter 1

  Josh

  She was out of place from the second she walked in the door. I felt my protective side rising as I watched her move through the club. She obviously looked for someone she needed to find. My eyes followed her from one end of the club to the other with utter amazement. She had no idea how many men watched her as she walked by, either oblivious to it or just didn’t care.

  I hadn’t had a woman like her in ages. The women I had been with had been much more into the naughtiness of the BDSM lifestyle. This girl didn’t even know what the lifestyle was.

  I didn’t actually need the lifestyle; it wasn’t particularly pleasurable to me. What I liked was that these women knew what they wanted and went after it. They didn’t let society pressure them into being sweet and innocent when they wanted to be wild and naughty.

  Her porcelain white skin looked untouched by the sun. I thought it might be untouched by a man as well. There was innocence that showed on her face. It looked like the morning dew before the world woke up and disturbed everything.

  She breathed in an exasperated sigh as she couldn’t find whoever she looked for. I focused on her heaping breasts and felt my body tighten with anticipation. The voluptuous nature of her body drove me wild, made me want to take her into a back room and have my way with her right at that moment. I waited to make my move. Too early and she would turn me away, too late, and she would have found her friend and left without giving me the opportunity to seduce her.

  That was my intended plan. I only needed a few minutes to get under her skin and make her want me. She wouldn’t be able to fight me off; my power of seduction would engulf her totally.

  She stopped and ran her fingers through her golden blonde hair. I felt the moment was right and moved in for the kill. By the end of the night, she would be mine.

  “Excuse me,” I said as I purposely ran into her.

  “It’s alright. I’m sorry,” she said as she started to walk away.

  I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me. Her breasts pressed up against my body, and I felt my cock harden. As I touched her skin, my body reacted with a desire that I knew I would have to complete. I would not allow my desire to be unsatisfied.

  She should have pulled away from me. She should have slapped me, but she didn’t. Her brilliant ocean blue eyes just looked up at me. She gave me the opening I needed.

  “You can’t just bump into a guy and then run off,” I said as I held onto her.

  Her face lightened, and she smiled. I could feel the desire she had for me. This was going to be easier than I thought.

  “Excuse me, you are the one who ran into me,” she said as she pressed her hands firmly against my chest.

  I could see it in her eyes. There was a desire. She had a longing for me, that could not be denied. I felt her pulse quicken and could see the flush red color that filled her cheeks. Her desire for me kept building, and soon she would be mine.

  “Make it up to me and dance with me.”

  “Oh, make it up to you? But you should be making it up to me.” She was a spitfire; damn, I loved that kind of energy.

  “Then let me make it up to you by dancing with you,” I said with my signature grin.

  “I can’t. I’m picking up my girlfriends. They need a ride home.”

  “Let my driver take them home, and you stay with me.”

  “Oh, my God, no,” she said as she tried to pull away from me.

  I started to move my body with her, and I felt how stiff she was. This girl was definitely a virgin, or perhaps just a very bad dancer. No girl I had ever danced with before was this stiff on the dance floor. Perhaps my plan to have her that night wouldn’t work, but damn if I didn’t keep trying.

  I wrapped my hands around her and kept her tight against my body. I couldn’t help myself, and my lips took hers as we moved in a rhythm together: our bodies and lips in perfect timing with each other.

  “I have to run,” she said as she pulled away from me.

  Then she was gone; she had disappeared into the crowd, and I frantically searched for her. I wasn’t going to let her get away from me. She was already mine, whether she knew it or not.

  Candice

  I was always relegated to picking up my friends after their nights of partying; it had become a tradition. Everyone knew that I didn’t like to drink or party, so obviously that left me wide open to pick them up after they had been drinking and partying.

  I didn’t mind, though. I felt useful when I helped others, and it was true that I typically wasn’t doing anything else important. Usually, my weekends were filled with books and old movies; nothing too exciting, but that was how I liked it. Often I woke from sleep to a call from Alyssa or one of my other friends that they desperately needed a ride.

  I parked my car in a nearby parking garage and made my way into Power Play; it was a themed nightclub located near the financial district in downtown Chicago. It was definitely not a club I would go to if I were going to try out clubbing. It was a mainstream version of a BDSM club. They had taken away the hardcore edge and left the club with women in tight black leather mini dresses. Most of the men didn’t dress up much, sometimes a pair of leather pants or a leather jacket; the women ruled at this club.

  Except for me, I stood out like a sore thumb the second I entered the club. I was wearing a yellow sundress with spaghetti straps. It wasn’t anything like what the other women wore, and I realized I didn’t fit in almost immediately.

  Alyssa was going to owe me big for coming to get her and Robin from this club.

  I walked around and looked for them everywhere, but everyone was pretty much wearing black. I moved from one side of the room to the other and tried to look at the faces of people as I walked by. Alyssa knew I was coming to get her; she had to be waiting somewhere for me. But alas, sometimes she just continued to party while I searched and searched for her. It was part of our relationship; I had accepted it a long time before.


  “Excuse me,” a tall, handsome guy said as he bumped into me.

  This guy wasn’t typically handsome; he was movie star handsome. I’m not exactly sure what I responded when I talked because my heart was beating so loud into my ears that I couldn’t think straight. I looked up at him and apologized myself and then tried to go on my way to find my friends.

  Then he grabbed me and pulled my body up next to his. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn’t breathe. His smell intoxicated me, and I felt my knees get weak below me.

  My hands moved to his chest, and I felt every hard muscle of his body. He was in better shape than any guy I knew; there was no doubt about that. Granted, most of the men I knew were nerds who didn’t exercise and spent their days in front of video games or books.

  I tried to make a witty comment when he held onto me, but my nerves got the best of me, and something sort of witty and rude came out of my mouth.

  All I could think about was how close his hand was to my ass. He had it only a few inches above, and I knew my dress showed my panties from the way he held me. I reached back and tried to pull it down a bit. I wanted to pull away from him altogether, but something in my body would not allow it.

  He wanted to dance with me?

  I was in a BDSM club being held by a handsome stranger who wanted to dance with me. This was by far the weirdest night of my life.

  He looked rich, and when he made a comment about having his driver take my friends home, my suspicions were confirmed. He was probably one of those guys who trolled the clubs trying to pick up women for one-night stands. That certainly wasn’t my type.

  This guy would be in for a rude awakening if he thought I was going to be like one of those loose women who would sleep with any guy who flirted with them.

  He started to move his body as he held my body up against him. I could feel his hard cock as it pressed against my leg. It made me wet to think that I had him this hard. Why me? What did he see in me that had him so aroused? I didn’t know, but I liked it.

  My body tingled with a desire for him, a desire I had not even been close to with any other man in my lifetime. The electricity between the two of us was intense. As much as I tried to avoid it, there was no way out. I felt like a puddle of mush in his arms.

  I liked the look in his eye; it felt like he wanted to devour me right there in the middle of the club. I had waited for a feeling like that from a man. I had waited twenty-two years to find a man who could seduce me with only one swift motion of his arm.

  Then his lips crashed down against mine, and the perfection that I had felt before was swept away by a new feeling of bliss. His mouth moved like a skilled race car driver as he maneuvered every curve of mine.

  We continued to dance, and our lips stayed together as we moved in perfect time with each other. It was a moment, a beautiful moment. I felt drawn to him like no other man ever. My body responded with a flood of juices that I wasn’t prepared to deal with at that moment.

  I pressed away from him finally and took off and searched for Alyssa and Robin; this wasn’t real. He was in a BDSM club and obviously way out of my league. I made my way toward the front of the club where I finally found Alyssa and Robin.

  My body wanted to stay right there with him, and my lips wanted to stay connected to his. I liked having his hands on my body, and it scared me. It scared the holy hell out of me. Never had I been around a guy that I didn’t think I could control myself with. Even my ex-boyfriend, I had been able to say no to him when he tried to pressure me to sleep with him. But this guy, this tall, handsome guy from the club; I didn’t know if I could stay in control around him. I wasn’t willing to stick around long enough to find out.

  They were both dressed in leather outfits and looked like girls out of some commercial for a sex club. I didn’t have time to yell at them or lecture them about how long I had looked for them. I just grabbed their hands and tried to make our way out of the club.

  I looked back and didn’t see him anywhere and was happy I had avoided any further interaction. I didn’t trust myself around him and surely didn’t want to test my limits by staying with him longer.

  Chapter 2

  Josh

  It was comical that she thought I would give up so easily. There was no way she really wanted me to give up. She wanted me to take her. She wanted me to come after her. Even if she didn’t know it, I knew it, and that was all that mattered.

  Her friends were a handful, and I watched her as she gently tried to guide them to where she had parked her car.

  The two girls were dressed like tramps in tight leather outfits. The kind of girl I would have easily picked up and taken home, but not the kind of girl that would entertain me for long. The ease at which that kind of women came into my bed made the game very boring.

  I liked a fun game. I liked to work a little bit before I could gain the prize. But never had I tried to have a woman as sweet and innocent looking as this yellow dress girl.

  Even the way she tried to take care of her friends was sweet. I doubted there was a naughty bone in her body, or at least not one she had learned about yet. My experience was that many women fantasized about being naughty but just couldn’t bring themselves to give into the feelings. I wondered if this girl would be the kind to finally give in when I got hold of her.

  I stood out of sight and watched as the slutty friends of hers flirted with my driver. He was a handsome man, and most women enjoyed looking at him, but he was devoted to me. No young girls in prostitute outfits could distract him from his job. He stood stoically beside the SUV and waited for me.

  My moment was right, and I went in for the kill.

  Candice

  Alyssa and Robin could hardly walk, they were so trashed. Although I tried to keep my eye on them, I looked behind me often to see if that man had followed us outside. When I was confident he hadn’t followed us, I turned back to my friends and tried to pull their attention away from the man standing in front of the SUV.

  I suspected he was waiting for the tall, handsome guy who I had danced with and didn’t want to be standing around there when he decided to come out of the club. For all I knew, he would stay in the club all night long, but I admittedly did not know much about him or his club going habits.

  Alyssa grabbed onto the man's arm and asked him to drive her home. She said she fantasized about having sex in an SUV like that one.

  A glimpse of lust flashed across the man's face before he went serious again and ignored Alyssa. She was drunk and didn’t know what she was doing; he certainly had to be able to see that.

  “I’m sorry for my friends; we will be out of your way in a minute,” I said as I tried to pull Alyssa and Robin away from the vehicle.

  “No problem, ma’am,” he said.

  “I think Jackson would be happy to take you girls home if you would like,” I heard the tall sexy dancing guy say from behind me.

  When I turned around, he was only a few inches away from me. I stepped backward to try and reduce the sexual tension between the two of us. It was futile, and I still felt the electricity running hot between our two bodies.

  “No. They have a ride,” I said as I reached for the girls.

  I saw the man nod his head at his driver, Jackson, and within a moment, the door was open to the SUV, and both Alyssa and Robin were inside.

  “They will get home safely; nothing to worry about. Jackson is a very trustworthy man.”

  “I don’t even know who you are; there is no way I’m going to let them go with you.”

  “My name is Josh Henderson; I’m a businessman. I run my own company and enjoy traveling and long walks on the beach. How is that?” he said with a cocky smile.

  I wanted to grab Alyssa and Robin and drag them out of the vehicle, but by this time they were laughing and giggling inside. I couldn’t exactly let them go with this guy alone.

  “Hello, Josh. I still can’t let them go with you in your SUV.”

  “I’ll go with you in
your car. You can take me home. That way Jackson can get the girls home safely, and you won’t have to leave your vehicle downtown all night.”

  He appeared not to care what I thought, and he didn’t wait for me to answer. Josh talked to his driver for a moment, and then the SUV took off down the street. I was left standing there with this Greek god of a man that I knew nothing about. I had also just let my two friends get into a strange man's SUV. I was sure one of us would end up murdered by the end of the night.

  “Do you always get your way?” I said as I started to walk toward the parking garage.

  Josh was quickly right beside me, his long legs kept up with me easily, and he seemed to walk very slowly when compared to me. My short 5’2” body had to work double-time to stay ahead of his long stance.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “What? Oh come on; you can’t get your way all the time. What fun would that be?”

  He smiled at this revelation, and I relished in the fact that I had made him smile. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who smiled very often, so I felt a particular sense of accomplishment.

  “Touché, I do enjoy working hard for the things that I get.”

  We had entered the parking garage and were going up the stairs when he pulled me against him and into the corner of the stairwell. My body felt again like a mushy mess as my knees went weak, and I tried to take a deep breath.

  He didn’t wait at all and moved quickly to cover my mouth with his. His hands were much more interested in roaming under my dress, and I couldn’t stop him. The way he had me pinned against the wall my arms were up around his neck.

  I let my fingers play with his hair as our mouths explored one another. It had been months since I had kissed someone so passionately; maybe it had never happened this passionately. I felt my body react with wetness, and I hoped his fingers wouldn’t touch my panties. I didn’t want him to know how excited he got me. I didn’t want to give in to any of his power. Although I felt like I could lose control at any moment.