The Deal : Billionaire Romance

BOOK: The Deal : Billionaire Romance
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters are over the age of majority and all sexual acts are completely consensual.



The Deal

(A Billionaire Romance)




First edition. August 29
, 2016.

Copyright © 2016 Rose Cody



Written By Rose Cody




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The Deal

Chapter 1



  Robin pulls the pen from out of her mouth, tapping the chewed end against the desk as she listens to the moaning and creaking leaking out from under her boss’s office door.


  Third one this week.


  She never thought she’d be twenty four and listening to her boss fuck in the next room, but here she is. Maybe if she was still seventeen and she still worked at
, but as a secretary in a multibillion dollar investment firm she always thought there’d be more


  But, no.


  Kurtis Yates is such a
. The kind of guy who’s never seen with the same girl twice. And unfortunately his office seems to be the very place he likes to bring them most. Free rides or bought and paid for? The only thing that’s for sure is that these girls
aren’t looking to check out their mutual funds.


  Given the chance, Robin would probably punch him in his stupid, handsome face.


  It’s not like she could blame him though.


  If she was a multibillionaire with a chiselled jawline and a sky high office overlooking the park, she’d probably be bringing girls back to it, too.


  Even still, she wouldn’t make the secretary listen in on it.


  Robin looks over to the round, white clock resting on the wall above the bushy fern. The end of the day can’t come soon enough.


  Hell, at this point she’s looking forward to the end of her career.


  Wishful thinking, though.


  As much as she would like to quit and sail away to a different firm, the job market is shit right now and she’s lucky enough to have just been employed these last two years. Secretaries can’t be choosey when you’re in a recession.


  Sometimes you got to just suck it up.


  Robin picks up the ringing phone from her desk, sighing out as she brings the receiver up to her ear.


“Yates Investments, this is Robin.” She says, pushing out a cheerful demeanor.


“He’s… in a meeting right now.” She says, reaching over to the left of her keyboard for a pad of light blue sticky notes. “But I can make sure he calls you back…”


  She leans against the back of her chair, lifting the pad into her hand as she balances the phone between her ear and her shoulder before reaching into her mug for a pen and clicking the top of bring down the ink.


  She scrawls the number across the pad of paper, repeating it back to the man on the phone.


“Okay.” She says, tossing the pen over to her desk, watching it bounce off her monitor. “I’ll have him call you back. You have a good day, too. Bye.”


  Robin hangs up the phone, leaning against her desk with her elbow as she peels the sticky note off the pad of paper.


“Ugh, I do not want to go over there…” She whispers to herself as she slides her rolling desk chair out from under her desk before getting up to her feet.


  She pulls her richly tinted dark brown curls to the side over her shoulder as her short, black feels click against the terrazzo flooring as she walks out of the reception and over to her boss’s office.


  Robin knocks twice on the frosted glass door, stepping to the side as she listens to the grunting come to a halt.


“You have an important phone call to make, Mr. Yates.” She says through the door as she listens to the shuffle.


“Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute.” She hears him say before the door opens quickly and a tall, blonde bombshell steps out stinking like lavender, her blue and white blouse dishevelled.


“See you around, Kurt…” The woman says, blowing him a kiss, her hips swinging back and forth as she backs up before giving Robin a little wink as she turns around to leave the office.


“Come in.” Yates says.


  Robin walks in the office, shielding her eyes as she catches her boss zipping up his fly.


“Memo.” She says, holding out her hand with the phone number sticking to her finger.


“Oh, right.” He says, gazing at the number before tossing it on his desk. “I’ll get to that.”


  Robin nods, turning around to walk back out of the office when he reaches out and places his hand on her shoulder.


“Stop. Stay.” He says, motioning towards the chair opposite his on the other side of his desk as he walks over to the wooden bar across from the beige leather loveseat on the other side of the room.


  She watches as he pulls two short crystal glasses from the glass shelf, placing them down on the polished wood before reaching over to his bottle of deep, amber whiskey.


  He pours two shots, one for each of them before lifting them up off of his bar and walking them back over to his desk.


“Oh, I couldn’t.” She says, putting her hand out and shaking her head. “I got to get back to work, I think I hear the phone ringing.”


“Nonsense.” He says, handing her the shot before walking behind his desk and sitting down. “Sit. I have something I want to talk to you about.”


  Robin sits, her heart pounding in her chest as she nervously swings back the shot, gasping as it burns down her throat.


  She places the shot glass on his desk as she watches him swallow the hard liquor down.


“Mmm. That’s good stuff.” He says, hissing out as he slides his finger under the collar of his shirt, loosening it before leaning back in his chair.


“I’m being fired, aren’t I?”

Chapter 2



“Fired?” He asks, raising his dark eyebrows as he lets out a soft chuckle. “Why do you think you should be?”


“No.” Robin says, shaking her head as she glances around the room. “But I can’t think of any other reason you would ask me in here and liquor me up like you were bringing bad news.”


“Forever a pessimist.” He says, smirking as he wags his finger at her. “I like that about you, Robin.”


  He leans back in his chair, lifting his hands over his shoulders and intertwining his fingers behind his head.


“My family is having a little get together.” He says, sighing out. “A reunion. Cousins, aunts, uncles, my mom…In Barbados.”


“Oh. Sounds lovely.” She says, resting her hands on her lap.


“Doesn’t it?” He replies, sitting up straight in his chair as he brings his hands back down to his desk.


  She nods, looking out the window behind him as she runs her fingers through her hair.


“Well, I need someone to go with.” He says, clearing his throat.


“Just go by yourself.” She suggests, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s a family reunion, you don’t need to bring a date.”


“Hm.” He chuckles as he absentmindedly brushes his fingers over the keys on his keyboard. “Oh, but I do.”


“I’m sure there will be stuff for you to do down there, sir.” She says, listening intently, hoping for a phone to ring so she can escape the conversation.


“See, the thing is,” He starts, hesitating as he shakes his head, a smirk upturning the corner of his mouth. “My family wants to meet my wife.”


“Your wife?” Robin gaffs. “Was that her who just left? Or was it the one who was here yesterday. Maybe the girl who left her underwear in the counter of the ladies bathroom last week?”


“I know! I know!” He says, throwing up his hands as he rolls his deep brown eyes. “I don’t have a wife. But they don’t need to know that.”


“Why would you tell them you’re married?” She asks, her mouth agape as she shakes her head. “You know what…” She stops herself. “I don’t really care.”


  She gets up from her seat, smoothing her fingers over her skirt as she turns around to leave.


“Why don’t you come with me?” He asks, his arm reaching out with his palm upturned.


“Why don’t you just ask one of your whores?” She asks, turning to look back at her boss from over her shoulder.


“Oh, please.” He says, shaking his head as he gets up from his seat.


  He picks his shot glass up off of his desk before walking back over to his bar and pouring himself another shot.


“They’re fine-ass women, but they’re not
.” He says before tipping his head back and swallowing the hard liquor.


  He shakes his head, closing his eyes and gasping out as the whiskey burns his throat.


“No, I need someone more wife-like.” He says, placing the shot glass back down on the bar before walking back over to his desk.


  She turns around, shaking her head as she watches him gaze out the window into the park.


“Wife-like?” She asks, the phrase peaking her curiosity.


“Yeah.” He says, quickly glancing back at her. “As in, not whorish. Plain.”


“Plain?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you mean by plain?”


  She gasps as he turns around, lifting his hand up and down as he motions towards her.


“Plain.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.


“Well good luck finding someone plain.” She says, huffing from her nose.


“Hey, it’s a compliment.” He says. “I’m telling you you’re wife quality. You made the cut. Congratulations.”


“Thank you.” She says sarcastically. “I’m very flattered that you consider me ugly enough to be your fake wife, but I think I’m going to have to pass.”


“Hold on now.” He says, as he watches her turn to walk away. “It’s not like I expect you to play my wife for free. You would be getting something out of it, of course.”


“Like what?” She asks, turning her head back to look at him as her narrowed eyes squint.


your hourly pay.” He says, nodding his head as he smirks at her. “And did I mention it’ll go
the way around the clock? We’re talking thousands of dollars, here.”


  She hesitates, her legs aching to step over to him to shake his hand.


“No.” She says, looking down at the ground and shaking her head before lifting it high as she takes a deep and confident breath through her nose. “No, I will not be your lie.”


  She stomps out of his office, her heels clicking against the terrazzo before she turns around to reach back inside to grab the door handle.


“Get one of your whores to do it.” She suggests again as she roughly pulls the door shut.

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