The Billionaire's Revenge: Billionaire Brothers Billionaire Bachelors (Tycoon Billionaires Book 3) by Julie Farrell Read Free Book Online Page B

Skype, so he could join in virtually.
    Ivan… that was the weirdest situation. He’d been living undercover in the UK since faking his death in the spring, to protect himself and his loved ones from the threats that came with the perpetual motion device he’d invented – then destroyed. He’d already upset some Saudis and some Russians, and he was keen to lie low for a while. It was definitely a family secret to keep out of the tabloids – at least until Ivan was ready to ‘come out’ as alive.
    Joseph gazed at the black road ahead. The bright lights were reflecting off the puddles and dazzling his brain, making him feel disconnected and desolate. He realised what he really needed right now was some solitude. He hated to cancel on his brothers, but he wasn’t in the mood for socialising – a night in with a bottle of vodka seemed much more appealing.
    He grabbed his phone and Adam’s voicemail kicked in, so he left a message. “Hey, Adam, it’s Joe. I’m not coming over tonight – I’m feeling really beat and I just need some time to chill. I’m okay, but that girl I like is driving me crazy. I’m not giving up, though – you know I love a challenge. Anyway, give my best to Ivan, and tell Dylan not to cheat at poker. Laters!”
    Joseph hung up and chucked his phone onto the passenger seat. He glanced across the traffic to change lanes to take him back home, but he noticed a commotion at the side of the road. There was a recovery truck hoisting up a broken-down Mercedes, and the owner of the car was getting soaked in the freezing rain…
    Joseph’s heart lurched as he realised it was Eleanor. Poor thing, she looked cold, wet, and very pissed off. He steered the car across three lanes of traffic, and pulled up alongside her, winding down the electric window.
    He shouted against the sound of the rain and the whirring mechanism of the truck. “Hey, Ellie! Can I give you a ride?”
    Eleanor peered at him. “Joseph? Oh god… some idiot ran into the back of me.” She fought back tears. “This is Matthew’s car; he’s gonna kill me. And now I’m late for an appointment. I can’t believe this is happening.”
    “Hop in,” Joseph said. “I’ll take you there.”
    She winced. “Are you sure? I was about to call a cab.”
    “Come on; get in.”
    She cringed gratefully, then she spoke to the recovery guy and gave him her car keys, before climbing into Joseph’s car. She was soaking wet and her hair was stuck to her face. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, and the bad weather was clearly brewing in her heart. But even though she was dripping a puddle on his passenger seat, she looked beautiful to Joseph. He suppressed a desire to take her straight back to his place and warm her up under the shower. Or why not just strip her naked here and fuck a smile back onto her angelic face?
    She wriggled out of her wet jacket, revealing her designer suit beneath. “Thanks for this, Joseph.”
    “No problem.” He pulled the car back into the traffic. “So where to?”
    “The local mall, please.”
    “Okay.” He reached out and put on the heat. “You should dry soon.”
    She shook the water from her dripping fingers. “I’ve never been this wet.”
    He chuckled suggestively. “That’s not the first time a woman’s said that in my presence.”
    She ignored his smut. “God, I wish I was on a sunny beach somewhere.” She flipped down the sun-visor and gazed into the mirror. “I look a state.”
    “Nah, you look perfect, Ellie. As always.”
    She transferred her attention to him. “It’s Eleanor.”
    He chuckled. “I’m the same. Don’t call me Joe; it’s Joseph.”
    She almost smiled. “Glad it’s not just me then.”
    “So how was the first day as a pro-journalist?”
    She sighed. “It was okay. An eye-opener.”
    He focused on the road ahead, listening to the wipers swish back and forth. “No one else tried to point a gun at you then?”
    “No… thank you for – you know – saving