The Billionaire's Sextape: An Adult Billionaire Romance by Cj Howard Read Free Book Online Page A

stayed at the mall with her friends for what felt like the longest half hour of her life. Her friends also told her that there was nothing to worry about. But the moment she saw the cop’s face, she knew that nothing was ever going to be fine again.
                  “Miss Turner, we are very sorry to inform you that your parents did not survive,” a cop with a kind face told her. She wondered afterward if they had specifically chosen this cop to speak to her because of that kind face.  She looked more like a doting mother than a police woman, and for some reason that had infuriated Delilah.
                  “What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean?” Her words had gotten increasingly louder. Her voice didn’t even sound like her own. A shrill panic ran through them.
                  “I’m so sorry, Miss Turner. Delilah. They did not survive.”
                  “They’re dead?” Delilah had wanted to hear the words. Only hearing those words would make her believe them.
                  “I’m afraid so.”
                  “Why can’t you say it!” she had screamed.
                  “What do you mean?” The cop had looked confused.
                  “Why can’t you say they’re dead? They’re not dead if you can’t say it.”
    A pained looked crossed the cop’s face, and she had reached over to grab Delilah’s hand. But Delilah pulled away. “Your parents are dead. I am so terribly sorry for your loss.”
    They were dead. The words had been said. Everything that Delilah had known to be true about the world had suddenly come crashing down around her. She was too young to have her parents taken away from her. Too young.
    After that, she had finally allowed herself to cry, and she’d let the kind-faced police woman hug her. Then she had gone home to a house that was too big and too quiet by herself. The police had offered to put her up in a hotel room for the night, but she had said there was no point.
    But that first night, by herself, she’d wished that she had taken them up on their offer.  She had just turned eighteen, and she had the right to stay at home should she want to. But that night she felt lonelier than ever, and she wished that she had been a child so that they would have forced her to stay with someone.
    She slept in the living room that night, with all of the blankets piled up on top of her. She couldn’t bear to look at her parents’ bedroom, but for some reason she couldn’t even bear to be in her own. She spent the whole night willing the morning to come.
    After that, it was just more bad news after more bad news. As if she didn’t already have her parents’ deaths to deal with, she had also been called by a lawyer to take her through the financial issues that her parents had been having.
    The man was kind but very matter of fact. It was obvious that he was used to dealing with numbers more than with people. For some reason, Delilah had quite liked that about him. He wasn’t at all patronizing and had treated her like an adult. He explained the situation to her.
    Her parents had still owed money on their house – far more than Delilah had even thought possible. They still owed money on their car – again, quite a lot. They owed money to the bank, after taking out more than one loan throughout the years, which Delilah knew had been to help raise her.
                  “What about my college fees?” she had asked. Her voice had come out soft and meek. He may have been treating her like an adult, but in that moment, she felt more like a child than ever before. Especially because her parents had been keeping her so much in the dark.
    She thought about everything they’d bought her. When she had asked for something, she had always gotten it. She had the latest phone, which felt as if it were burning a hole inside her pocket at that moment.
    She had a wall