BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The Unforgettable Billionaires: The Complete Collection Boxed Set 1-12 (Young Adult Rich Alpha Male Billionaire Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) by Violet Walker Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Violet Walker
away.
Alone again, Hunter pulled up the most recent photo of Rory and took in every pixel, noting all the changes over the years.
Soon, Rory, you will be mine.
Chapter Two
A fter a sleepless night, Rory tossed her covers to the side and jumped out of bed. She needed to be at her best today for the new client. He or she was paying big bucks for her services and she didn’t want to meet them today with bags under her eyes and grumpy. Whenever she couldn’t sleep, she moved around quickly to trick her body. Today it didn’t work; she was still plagued by dreams of her first and only love. Why she thought of Hunter last night, she couldn’t say. It might have had something to do with her brother’s newfound love. Either way, it was an unwelcome night of dreams and left her feeling unsettled.
By the time she pulled up to the beautiful Victorian mansion, several cups of coffee and a stern talking to had bolstered her confidence. She was awake and ready to do the thing she loved above everything but her family. Stepping from her car with several binders, a camera and her trusty handbag, she trudged up the gravel drive to the intricately carved massive double doors and knocked. She leaned in to look more closely at what was carved in the doors and was startled when the door swung open. “Hi, I’m Rory Harwood here to see…actually I’m not sure. I’m the interior decorator.” She gave the middle-aged woman with a salt and pepper afro a nervous smile.
“Sure thing, Ms. Harwood, come on in. Mr. Brandt will be with you soon.”
“Thanks and you can call me Rory.” She flashed a beaming smile at the woman.
She smiled back. “Alright Rory, I’m Ramona. If you need anything, ask for me. Follow me.”
Rory followed her into a spacious but empty room with high ceilings and aged windows that still held a hint of their former beauty. Pulling out a small notepad, she began jotting down notes on the major improvements that were needed. The front room--which she figured to be a gathering room or a receiving room--held a large stone hearth that brought a smile to her face. But the rest of the room was so…cliché. There was dark brown wood everywhere that gave the room a somber feel that made her wince.
“Find something you dislike, Ms. Harwood?”
She stiffened at the deep voice that echoed in the empty room. It was familiar yet not, and when she turned her green eyes went from wide globes to tiny slits. She gasped audibly at the shock of seeing the one man she never thought she’d see again. Had hoped to never see again. He heard the gasp but she didn’t care; she knew this man, better than any other, in fact. At least that’s what she thought back when she was a silly teenager with visions of forever in her head. “Hunter Bishop,” she sneered across the distance.
“Brandt, actually. It’s a long story and I’m sure we’ll get to it soon enough.” He shrugged in that careless way of his and she wanted to smile and cry and scream all at once.
Instead, Rory shook her head. “I’m not interested in hearing any stories. I’m waiting for the owner of this home or their assistant so I can get to work.” She turned back to her notepad when his voice interrupted her thoughts.
“I am the owner of this house, Rory. I hired you.”
“Why?” Her heart thundered at his words. No, it couldn’t be true. She wouldn’t let it be true.
That damned shrug again. “You’re the best at what you do.”
She wasn’t buying it. “You set me up. Again.” She shook her head and gathered her things. “Haven’t you done enough?”
She saw the smirk wash away along with any color in his skin, but he recovered quickly with a curt nod. “I have and I will explain it to you. But only when you’re ready to listen.”
She held the books of fabrics and colors tightly to her chest and glared at him. “Since when have you ever given a shit about my readiness for anything ?”
Another direct it. “I always
Alone again, Hunter pulled up the most recent photo of Rory and took in every pixel, noting all the changes over the years.
Soon, Rory, you will be mine.
Chapter Two
A fter a sleepless night, Rory tossed her covers to the side and jumped out of bed. She needed to be at her best today for the new client. He or she was paying big bucks for her services and she didn’t want to meet them today with bags under her eyes and grumpy. Whenever she couldn’t sleep, she moved around quickly to trick her body. Today it didn’t work; she was still plagued by dreams of her first and only love. Why she thought of Hunter last night, she couldn’t say. It might have had something to do with her brother’s newfound love. Either way, it was an unwelcome night of dreams and left her feeling unsettled.
By the time she pulled up to the beautiful Victorian mansion, several cups of coffee and a stern talking to had bolstered her confidence. She was awake and ready to do the thing she loved above everything but her family. Stepping from her car with several binders, a camera and her trusty handbag, she trudged up the gravel drive to the intricately carved massive double doors and knocked. She leaned in to look more closely at what was carved in the doors and was startled when the door swung open. “Hi, I’m Rory Harwood here to see…actually I’m not sure. I’m the interior decorator.” She gave the middle-aged woman with a salt and pepper afro a nervous smile.
“Sure thing, Ms. Harwood, come on in. Mr. Brandt will be with you soon.”
“Thanks and you can call me Rory.” She flashed a beaming smile at the woman.
She smiled back. “Alright Rory, I’m Ramona. If you need anything, ask for me. Follow me.”
Rory followed her into a spacious but empty room with high ceilings and aged windows that still held a hint of their former beauty. Pulling out a small notepad, she began jotting down notes on the major improvements that were needed. The front room--which she figured to be a gathering room or a receiving room--held a large stone hearth that brought a smile to her face. But the rest of the room was so…cliché. There was dark brown wood everywhere that gave the room a somber feel that made her wince.
“Find something you dislike, Ms. Harwood?”
She stiffened at the deep voice that echoed in the empty room. It was familiar yet not, and when she turned her green eyes went from wide globes to tiny slits. She gasped audibly at the shock of seeing the one man she never thought she’d see again. Had hoped to never see again. He heard the gasp but she didn’t care; she knew this man, better than any other, in fact. At least that’s what she thought back when she was a silly teenager with visions of forever in her head. “Hunter Bishop,” she sneered across the distance.
“Brandt, actually. It’s a long story and I’m sure we’ll get to it soon enough.” He shrugged in that careless way of his and she wanted to smile and cry and scream all at once.
Instead, Rory shook her head. “I’m not interested in hearing any stories. I’m waiting for the owner of this home or their assistant so I can get to work.” She turned back to her notepad when his voice interrupted her thoughts.
“I am the owner of this house, Rory. I hired you.”
“Why?” Her heart thundered at his words. No, it couldn’t be true. She wouldn’t let it be true.
That damned shrug again. “You’re the best at what you do.”
She wasn’t buying it. “You set me up. Again.” She shook her head and gathered her things. “Haven’t you done enough?”
She saw the smirk wash away along with any color in his skin, but he recovered quickly with a curt nod. “I have and I will explain it to you. But only when you’re ready to listen.”
She held the books of fabrics and colors tightly to her chest and glared at him. “Since when have you ever given a shit about my readiness for anything ?”
Another direct it. “I always
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