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Billionaire Daddy
A Single Dad Romance
BY
CLAIRE ANGEL
Copyright © 2019 by Claire Angel
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
BILLONAIRE DADDY: A SINGLE DAD ROMANCE
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Table of Contents
BILLIONAIRE DADDY: A SINGLE DAD ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
SAMPLE: THE UNEXPECTED ONE: A BAD BOY SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BILLIONAIRE DADDY: A SINGLE DAD ROMANCE
BLURB:
We never spoke to each other even we were living in the same house and he was my f*cking boss.
I could see that he was reserved but he walked with a quiet strength.
He was arrogant at times.
I didn't know what his story was and I was not there for that.
I was there for Carter and we had wonderful time together.
My thoughts of trying to figure Duncan out weren't going to ruin it.
I could feel he was staring at me at the dinner table.
Was there something dirty running through his mind?
That was wishful thinking, but a girl could dream.
He can get any girl he wanted.
I felt nervous and uncomfortable when he was around.
Looking into his eyes made my heart shrink.
Helping him while he was drunk that night was a mistake.
I fought it but that night I gave into the attraction.
His physique was hungry for me. I want to feel his hidden lust.
His body and tone of voice were addictive. I was hooked.
One touch was all that it took. One touch and I was his.
What will happen after? Will he forget everything about that night?
Will he be able to understand which unspoken? Could I walk away from this stunning man?
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Chapter 1
Duncan
I felt a smile come to my face when I got out of the shower. I was taking off for the day on my boat. I didn't have to worry about anything or anyone. I could hear Wendy playing with Carter downstairs in the living room. It was the first thing she and Carter did in the morning. It was almost a typical routine for about a month.
Carter was my three-year-old son and I hadn't seen him this happy in a long time. She was good for him after his mother left with no forwarding address. I had to admit that I harbored some resentment toward his mother. Wendy was pretty good with him, but I didn't tell her that. I wouldn't tell her that.
I shaved quickly and thought about how my day was going to go. The yacht was waiting for me and I could go wherever I wanted to and do whatever I wanted to do. My shorts felt comfortable and the shirt I was slipping over my head was new. It was tight against my body. It was something that I enjoyed when it came to new clothing. I ran a comb through my hair and looked at my tanned arms. I had worked hard to get those muscles. They didn't just pop out when I told them to.
I couldn't wait to get out in the hot weather. It felt like I'd been stuck in the house for too long. I was trapped and craving the freedom to put me in a better mood.
I heard the laughter downstairs, but this time it was Wendy and my grandmother. I couldn't imagine how anyone could be that chipper in the morning other than birds. Things sure had changed around here since Wendy started working for us looking after Carter. It felt good to know that he was cared for. It put a song in my heart and a skip in my step.
I took one more look in the mirror before I tore myself from it and headed out of the bathroom. I quickly went down the stairs. I gave Carter a hug and kissed him on his head. He was eating at the dining room table. Wendy was sitting there with him but she didn’t have any food in front of her.
I kissed my gram who was sitting next to Wendy. She was much older than she looked. Her white hair was cut short above her ears. Her blue eyes were tired but happy. I remembered the time when they were bright and her hair was blonde.
Wendy looked hot in her black skirt which clung above her knees. She was a breath of fresh air. She wasn’t like the other girls. She was different and corrupting her would be wrong. She kept her focus on Carter without looking at me. I didn't say anything to her and I headed out of the house. I had someone waiting for me, but it was no one of importance.
“Who are you taking out today?” My gram asked when I made it to the doorway.
“You don’t know her.” I didn't hesitate and I didn't look back. Gram knew that if someone was important to me, I would bring her to the house. I never brought any woman to the house. None of them had the spark that I was looking for.
“I'll be back,” I stated before heading out the front door.
I didn't want her thinking that I wasn't coming back. If I didn’t have Carter, I probably wouldn’t come home. That's how I felt about it. I made sure that I was home for dinner most nights and I had time to get Carter into bed after Wendy gave him his bath. He enjoyed playing in the tub more than the showers I used to give him. I was around enough to see things were changing, just not around enough to see what a big impact that Wendy was making on Carter and the rest of my family.
Wendy didn't say anything about the way I worked. Why would she? It wasn't her life to live and she didn't know what I was looking for. Maybe no one did. Maybe what I was looking for didn't even exist for me.
The smile on my face grew wider when I got outside with the Porsche already running for me. My gram's driver must've known that I was heading out. Sometimes it felt like the help stalked me but I didn't mind. Getting in, I whipped the car around so that I could head down the driveway. I didn't need a woman to make me feel complete. I wanted the touch of a woman to make me feel alive. There was a big difference.
I could only imagine what Wendy was thinking when I walked out the door. There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted me. Every woman wanted me. Some of them were lucky enough to grace my bed for a few hours.
I saw the dock come into view a few minutes later. I parked my car and left the key in the ignition. It wouldn't have bothered me if it got stolen. I had plenty of money to get another one if I wanted to. Money was no problem. It was time to get another car anyways.
“What are you laughing about?” Jill asked me when I reached her.
I found it amusing that anyone would want to take my car. They had no idea what I was capable of when properly motivated.
“I just had a funny thought cross my mind,” I told her, pushing her red bangs out of her face.
She looked amazing in the pale, red, bikini she was wearing. We knew there were no strings attached. It would probably be the only time that she took this adventure with me but just like me, Jill didn't care.
I helped her onto the yacht and just as it was freed to go into the water we sat down at the table before a waiter came over with his white, silk, towel that he had draped over one arm.
“Aren't you hot?” I asked him, sitting back in my chair.
“Sir?” He asked, giving me a confused look.
“Hot. It's supposed to be hot today. You're not hot in that damn suit?” I asked him, appalled he would answer my question with another one.
“No, sir. Would you like something to eat or drink?” He asked, reminding me that he was there for my needs.
“Yes, I would like a bowl of fruits and a bottle of sparkling water.” I answered without hesitation.
I had been thinking about it all morning.
“For the lady?” The waiter asked, turning to Jill this time.
“I will just have a bottle of water.” Jill turned her head, looking out over the water.
That was one thing I cou
ldn't stand about her. She thought she was better than the help. I knew that I was better. I had the money to prove it but I wasn't arrogant like she was.
That's where we clashed. I couldn't be with someone who had their nose in the air all the time. Sometimes it was cute but very rarely had I thought about having a woman that was going to be so stuck on herself. Jill was one of those women.
If things weren't done exactly the way she liked then she would throw a fit. I, on the other hand, would get upset but not make a scene. I would raise my voice and hope that it was done right the second time around.
It was supposed to be a great day. The sun was in the sky beaming down from above. The heat was rising. The only thought that crossed my mind when I saw Jill was one word…sex. She was a good partner. That's why I had asked her to go on this day trip with me. I wanted something from her and I always got what I wanted no matter what it was. It came with the perks of having the dough. Sometimes I would have to work for it but not often. If I had to work too hard, I would just go onto the next one. All of them were hoping they could be with me. They wanted something more than I could give them, but it didn’t stop them from trying.
I blocked out Carter's mother for the most part. She had taken off on us, leaving Carter, to start a modeling career. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt me the way she had. I wasn't going to let anyone walk in and out of Carter's life. I didn't bring any women home in the unspoken fear they wouldn’t stick around.
As I thought about Carter, the smile slowly faded from my face. I was going to make sure that he didn't have to worry about anything. He didn't have to be confused. I refused to allow anyone in his life that might hurt him. He may not have remembered his mother, but I did. The way that she had abandoned him was unforgivable.
“There's something heavy on your mind.” Jill grumbled, seeing that the waiter had brought the fruit basket and the waters.
I hadn't even noticed she was there until she said something. She had been forgotten about in the thoughts that were running through my head. The moment of wanting her was gone. Now, I just wanted to be by myself but it was too late for that. I would have to make the best of it.
“There is.” I nodded, reaching out for the grapes that were hanging on the side of the bowl.
“Want to talk about it?” Jill asked, her hazel eyes softening a bit.
“No.” I scoffed, popping one of the grapes in my mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully.
I was trying to come up with the right words to leave, but I couldn’t be rude. I had a reputation for showing a girl a good time. I just didn’t feel like being sociable.
Chapter 2
Wendy
Carter and I were in the shallow end of the pool outside. It had gotten hotter and Mrs. Caldwell, his great grandmother was in the house getting away from the heat. It’s what Duncan would have been doing right now.He was so smooth and looked to be happy but he didn't say much to me. He hadn't said maybe three words to me since I started working for him.
Mrs. Caldwell interviewed me for the job. I was really nervous at the time, but she made me very comfortable. I loved Mrs. Caldwell. She was very kind. I had fallen in love with Carter when I met him on the very first day of my job.
“Like this?” Carter asked, slowly getting to the edge of the pool. Though we were in the shallow end of the pool, it was still too deep for him. I looked at him, seeing that he was crouched and hanging onto the side of the pool with both hands. I was teaching him how to kick off the side with his feet, to swim on his back and let his feet do the work. He was going to have to kick with his feet to stay afloat.
“You’ve got it.” I laughed as he brought the back of his head into the pool. He was making sure that his face stayed above the water. His brown eyes were shining with happiness as I stood behind him in my blue one-piece swimsuit. I wasn't going to let him go under the water. I could see how much he trusted me when we made eye contact.
“Father is going to be so happy to know that you're giving me swimming lessons. He's been talking about it.” Carter grinned at me. Who in the world calls their dad father? Apparently, Carter did, but I wasn’t sure I approved of the formality.
He had been doing that since I worked for them and still it sounded strange to my ears. I was waiting for the day he would call him daddy. I could only imagine the shock in Duncan’s eyes when he would hear it. It would be a priceless moment.
We tried something new every day. I wanted him to experience things and to go outside of his comfort zone. Learning to swim was important. Even though he was young, he was easy to teach. He was intelligent and a quick learner, but most of all a well-behaved beautiful kid.
“Alright, push off. Now!” I called out to him.
He did as he was told and he began to kick fast and hard. He was doing it! He was swimming on his back though it wasn't in a straight line which would come later. I moved back further, seeing that he had it under control but there in case he found himself in trouble. When I felt the wall of the pool against my back, I could see that he needed a little help to get on his feet without putting his face in the water.
“I did it!” Carter cried out, turning to me.
“Yes, you did, you're a fast learner. I knew you could do it!” I shouted gleefully, clapping my hands.
For a three-year-old, he was well educated. I guess that's what happens when you had a lot of money. He wasn't even in school yet and he could recite his ABC's and 123's to me. He could read just a little but even for a three-year-old, that was amazing. His shapes were on point as well. No one could ask for a better child than Carter. He did the backstroke most of the day and I knew that his muscles were taking a toll. I knew that he was going to want to keep going.
“Do you want a snack?” I asked, frowning slightly before he looked at me and rolled his eyes
“It should be on the table by now.” Carter grinned at me, knowing full well that I knew the routine.
“Let’s go and check.” I said reaching him and helping him to the ladder.
I let him climb up first and then I got out behind him. Entering the kitchen and going into the dining room, I saw that the table was set. The tablecloth cost more than I could ever afford. I was sure that they just had it lying around. Money made people blind to what they had. There were china plates, silver forks, and soup bowls. There were salad plates and drinking glasses that I would probably cry if one of them was to break.
“Are we having company?” Carter rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Don't sound so sad. I mean it could be fun,” I replied, seeing that the snack was at the kid's table in the corner.
“I don’t think so. I have to wear a suit.” He grumbled, shaking his head again. I covered my mouth with one hand so that he couldn't see I was amused by his reaction.
“It can't be that bad.” I told him.
It was the first time I had seen the table decorated like this. Someone important must have been coming for the dinner. They hadn't had any guests since I started working and I began to wonder if they had anyone of importance in their lives besides each other.
“It’s family from out of town visiting for a bit.” Mrs. Caldwell answered walking into the dining room with a smile on her face. I still wasn't used to her coming in and out. Sometimes she would answer if she heard me and sometimes, I would have to ask a second time.
“That's nice.” I smiled, not hearing anything about family since I arrived. I felt a little silly thinking that they didn't have other family.
“Carter’s snack is ready.” She gave me a warm smile.
“The seafood is prepared and the soup is simmering. Is there anything else?” The chef came in quickly to give Mrs. Caldwell the run down.
“The cake has to be in the oven no later than six if we're going to have it for dessert,” She informed him with a soft touch to his cheek.
“Yes, ma'am the batter is prepared and waiting to be put in.” He grinned.
“You are always one step ahead of me.” Mrs. Caldwell nodded at him, giving him a light smile of her own before he headed out of the dining room.
