Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series by Simone Holloway Read Free Book Online

kissed each of her breasts before settling in next to her. Amy laid on her back. Mr. King was stretched out on his side; his hand rested on her chest. His long soft fingers caressed her nipple and passed over and between her breasts. The motion was delicate and soothing; it made Amy feel drowsy. She fought to stay awake, they needed to talk about what happened earlier.
     
    Amy didn’t know where to begin. She suddenly wished she knew his first name, addressing him as “Mr. King,” felt too formal, given the circumstances.
     
    Amy wasn’t sure what the status of their relationship was, but to wake up in his bed felt like a good thing. It felt like they were growing.
     
    As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she wanted to be his girlfriend. She wanted to hear him call her his girl.
     
    Amy sighed and said, “And I don’t even know your first name.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Her face felt warm; she knew she was turning red.
     
    Mr. King laughed. “It’s Patrick.”
     
    “Patrick,” she repeated. She said the words slowly, as if it was a precious thing to know his name.
     
    “Your girlfriend-” she began.
     
    “Anna Belle.”
     
    Amy smiled to herself. Anna Belle would be furious if she knew Patrick had mentioned her real name. She was obsessed with secrecy. Given Patrick’s habits of stepping out on Anna Belle, Amy didn’t really blame her.
     
    “Will she be back?”
     
    Patrick sighed. “What do you mean ‘back?’”
     
    “Are the two of you…still together?”
     
    Patrick rubbed the stubble on his cheek. Amy wasn’t sure if it was a gesture of frustration or just habit.
     
    “I don’t know…” His voice trailed off; a far away look clouded his eyes.
     
    Amy was struck by the feeling that he was holding back something.
     
    “She won’t be bothering you again. That’s what’s important.”
     
    He wasn’t as confident as Amy would have liked. She knew she would see Anna Belle again. The thought sent shivers up her spine.
     
    Amy’s head began to ache again. When they first met, she didn’t suspect Anna Belle of being the violent type, but here she was nursing a bad headache and a minor concussion.
     
    “Where did I go wrong?” Amy said more to herself than to Patrick.
     
    “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
     
    Thoughts of the silver-haired stranger flooded her mind.
     
    “Who was that gray-haired man? The one who-” Amy stopped herself. She didn’t want to remind Patrick of earlier that evening when she let the older man taste her wares. Patrick had become jealous and territorial, leading her off into a private room. At which point she’d been ambushed by Anna Belle.
     
    Amy couldn’t stop herself from thinking that if she’d stuck with the gray-haired man the night would have turned out differently.
     
    Patrick studied Amy’s face with a grave expression. “I assume you mean Hunter?”
     
    “When I woke up on the couch he was there... I would like to thank him. He seemed nice.”
     
    “Amy, Hunter is Anna Belle’s father.”
     
    Amy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Her fucking father?” Her voice was shriller than she would have liked.
     
    “Yes. I thought you knew.”
     
    “How would I know that? I didn’t even know your first name until a few minutes ago.” She jumped out of bed in anger. “Where are my clothes at?”
     
    “Why are you mad at me?”
     
    It was a good question.
     
    “I’m just- it- it’s the whole situation.” Amy felt a sudden urgency to get away from the house. “I need time to think.”
     
    “Are you sure you’re not pissed because your knight in shining armor turned out to be Anna Belle’s father?” Patrick’s face was cold and his words hinted at danger.
     
    Amy was beyond feeling threatened by him.
     
    “Pay me now.” She wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but money was the one element she had control over. “I want my money and a bonus for the shit I’ve had