All I Want Is You (Kimani Romance) by Dara Girard Read Free Book Online Page A

how much this could cost you?”
    “Not enough to make me come back right now.” He wanted to get away from the journalists, associates and colleagues who all wanted something from him. People circled him like vultures would a dying man in a desert—if he didn’t leave, he wouldn’t have the energy to fight them all.
    Someone knocked on the door. “Gotta go.”
    “JD, wait—”
    “You can handle this. I trained you for this moment.”
    “I know but—”
    “I’ve really gotta go.” JD looked through the peephole and swore. Stacy. He’d forgotten to tell the front-desk security he wasn’t seeing her anymore. “What’s wrong?”
    “Trouble’s just arrived. Take care of things. You’ll be fine.” He hung up then tapped his mobile phone against his chin, considering his options. He didn’t have to answer, but she knew he was home and he’d have to face her eventually. He swore again, this time fiercely, hating the fact that he was trapped. He hid his travel bag in the closet and opened the door.
    “I didn’t expect to see you,” he said. And hoped I never would again, he silently added as he opened the door wider for her to enter. She sauntered past, her spiked high heels clicking against his tiled floor and her devastating figure encased in a tight black dress. The sight left him cold.
    “I have only one thing to say to you, you heartless bastard!” She lifted up a knife she’d kept hidden and lunged at him.
    JD shot up from his bed—the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears, his breathing uneven. It was a dream. No. A nightmare, and it had been real. He rubbed his eyes then tried to adjust to his surroundings while a pale morning sun spilled onto the floor. He quickly assessed that he wasn’t in his New York apartment with wraparound windows and its view of the city, but rather his grandmother’s cozy farmhouse with its rustic furniture. He liked his room, except for the picture with an image of a musician; he wished his grandmother had left that one out. He glanced at his watch—5:30 a.m. He’d gone to bed at twelve, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. He fell back against the headboard and wiped the gleam of sweat from his forehead as his nightmare dissipated. Things had ended badly, but he had no regrets.
    Stacy had called him heartless, but he doubted she even knew what a heart was used for. His tactic had been a bit ruthless, but he hadn’t gotten as far as he had in life by being a nice guy. She was like all the rest: after him only for his money and position. But Stacy had wanted more—to have him save her father’s company, which was admirable if her father hadn’t been acriminal. She thought that being in his bed would blind him to what her father was up to, or tie him to her in some special way. She’d been wrong. She wasn’t the first women in his life with a hidden agenda. Women always wanted something from him. Except Monica. At least for now.
    No, Monica was different. She didn’t care about his money or what he could do for her. She didn’t even want him around. The thought made him smile. What kind of man would interest her? he wondered absently, stroking the wound she had rebandaged for him.
    JD got out of bed, glanced at Baxter over in the corner fast asleep in his doggie bed. The first week with the puppy had been hard… He and Monica decided that they should set up Baxter’s doggie bed in the kitchen, so that he could be around them most of the day. That was a disaster. Not only did he not like sleeping in the bed, every sound or noise sent him hurling himself under the large sofa in the family room, where he would remain for hours, forgoing water and food. They then decided to put his bed in the family room, but for some odd reason, he always ended up somehow getting into JD’s bedroom and sleeping under his bed, so JD decided to let him stay. He didn’t mind the company.
    JD opened the window and inhaled the fresh country air and let the