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    The Billionaire's Temptation: Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire, #3
    The Billionaire's Temptation: Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire, #3
    The Billionaire's Temptation: Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire, #3
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    The Billionaire's Temptation: Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire, #3

    By Sierra Rose

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    This is book 3.

    Abigail Wilder isn't sure what to make of the situation she's currently stuck in. She doesn't want the pictures of her making love with Nick leaked out, but at the same time, she doesn't want to fake marry Nick either. Can she dig herself in any deeper?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDark Shadows Publishing
    Release dateMar 31, 2017
    ISBN9781386336389
    The Billionaire's Temptation: Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire, #3

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      The Billionaire's Temptation - Sierra Rose

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      Chapter 1

      They say your world can change in a single instant. A single moment in time, after which nothing will ever, ever be the same. Blink, and you miss it.

      My world changed with a single word.

      Yours.

      Nobody moved. Not me. Not Nick. Not even Mitchell—who was still staring down at us like a spider who’d caught two unsuspecting flies in his web. We just stayed there, for some indeterminate amount of time, in a state of paralytic shock.

      The room was cold, and the two of us were still completely naked under the sheets, but at the moment, I don’t think either one of us gave it a second thought. We just lay there, frozen, staring up at Mitchell like at any moment, he would crack a sudden smile and explain the real reason he was standing there. Because it couldn’t be what he’d said. That couldn’t be happening.

      Finally, after a full minute of silence, a strange smile began spreading up the side of Nick’s face. It never quite reached his eyes, but it hovered there nonetheless—like it was waiting to be swayed either way.

      Something funny, son?

      Nick’s head jerked once, but the smile remained.

      You’re joking...you can’t be serious.

      There was a long pause, and the smile became more and more strained. After a few more seconds, it was more of a grimace than anything else.

      I assure you, Mitchell replied evenly, I have never been more serious about anything in my entire life.

      It was at this point, that I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I could not believe this was happening. I could not believe that we had somehow found ourselves in this situation.

      We just had to step into that boxing ring...

      But Nick wasn’t giving up so easily. In his mind, he’d faced worse than this before. He’d been out on a ledge before. He’d dealt with the publication of naked photos before.

      Granted, his father had never been quite so directly involved.

      My wedding, he repeated. That smile was gone, and there suddenly wasn’t an ounce of humor on his face. And whom might I be marrying?

      It hit me like a knife in the gut. He hadn’t even connected that it would be me.

      Mitchell’s eyes flickered between the two of us, before returning to his son with a sickening little grin. "Why you’ll be marrying Ms. Wilder, of course. At least, that’s what I told the Post. I thought her the most logical choice at the time. Unless you’ve been boxing with anyone else lately that I should know about."

      It was like my throat had entirely shut down. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even speak. For one of the first times in his life, it seemed like Nick was having the same problem.

      Although that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

      Dad...come on. He tried to sound as reasonable as possible, but a note of panic had strained the edge of his voice—betraying his true feelings. This is insane. Of course I’m not going to marry Abby just to—

      —just to get your hands on a photograph of the two of you rolling around naked on the floor? Mitchell interrupted coldly. Just to stop the publication of yet another humiliating mark on the family name just three short months before this merger?

      A heavy weight descended in the pit of my stomach. The accompanying wave of nausea was soon to follow. As I gazed up at Mitchell in a daze, I suddenly wondered if he had seen it.

      "I don’t give a fuck about your merger, Nick snarled. The initial fear and shock had been replaced with a fiery temper—the one and only thing he’d gotten from his father. As if it wasn’t enough that you asked me to stage a relationship just to appease the board, now you’re actually asking me to—"

      No, Nicholas. I’m not asking. Mitchell’s eyes flashed dangerously, as he reached down and began turning something over in the pocket of his coat. I’m telling you that this is what’s going to happen. The announcement has already been made. This is not a request.

      I was vaguely aware that he was speaking. Vaguely aware that with every word, a little more of my freedom was being chipped away right in front of my eyes. But for the moment, my every attention was focused on the rhythmic motion inside his jacket pocket. On the hidden thing he was turning over again and again in his hands. I wondered if it was the flash drive.

      Nick obviously wondered too, because his eyes dilated with an almost predatory look, as the muscles in his body tensed. It was easy to see, as he had yet to find any clothes, and for a split second, I was terrified he was going to wrestle it away from his father right then and there.

      As father and son locked eyes, Mitchell’s mouth twisted up in a little smirk.

      I’ve made copies.

      The air in the room dropped another ten degrees.

      He’d made copies?! Had I just heard that right?!

      Blackmail. I knew we were being blackmailed. To be honest, having worked so long in public relations, I wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept. Every now and then, I would get a client in a similar position as Nick’s. A client who had to promise an interview, or a sit-down, or some other casual sacrifice in order to keep information they didn’t want shared kept quiet.

      I just never would have imagined that Mitchell was the one blackmailing us.

      The man had hired me. I’d worked with him for two years. In that time, I’d attended three of his weddings. Sat in the courthouse for three of his subsequent divorces. I’d traveled with his son around the globe, and considering Nick’s whimsical proclivities, I’d done a damn good job of keeping him out of trouble. I’d gone to family luncheons. To baptisms. To holiday parties.

      And he was blackmailing me?

      There was a sudden movement on the bed, and my eyes flickered sideways to Nick. A wave of guilt welled up in my stomach, as I remembered the much more relevant connection.

      He was blackmailing his son.

      You made copies, Nick repeated, not an ounce of inflection in his voice.

      Mitchell never blinked.

      I made copies.

      Well that settled it. Mitchell Hunter was the devil himself.

      This is ridiculous, Nick muttered, trying desperately to sort his thoughts. You’re not going to actually... He saw the look on his father’s face and switched tactics. Look, I’m sorry, alright? Abby and I got a little...carried away. I should have known better than to risk anything out in public. I sincerely apologize—it won’t happen again.

      As much of an olive branch as his son was extending, Mitchell merely shrugged.

      At this point, it doesn’t much matter if it happens again. In fact, given that the engagement has gone public, people might actually enjoy the fact that you two can’t keep your hands off each other.

      Engagement.

      I paled just hearing the word, while Nick lost his temper—once and for all.

      "There is no engagement, because Abby and I are not engaged! he shouted. Without thinking it through, he almost sprang again from the mattress—only to again remember the fact that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. What the fuck entitles you to try and make those sorts of decisions for other people?! You can’t just—"

      "Can’t? Mitchell repeated dangerously. He took a step forward, leveling his son with his eyes. Do you really want to get into a discussion of what I can and can’t do?"

      The room fell deathly quiet, as the two men stared each other down.

      I wanted no part of it. I wanted no part of any of it. As much as I appreciated the fact that Nick was trying to fight this, as hard as he was trying—it was no use. Our fate was already sealed. It had been sealed ten minutes ago when Mitchell first walked into the room.

      Perhaps we had stood a chance. Perhaps there was a way around this. But all that changed the second that Nick threw a protective arm around me, and yelled at his father to turn around.

      That was it—right there. That was the ballgame.

      Because that was the moment, that Mitchell discovered a terrible truth. The truth that finally, after all these years, he had leverage over his son. Finally, after all these years, he’d found a person that Nick cared about more than himself.

      Me.

      If you do this, Nick murmured, in a voice just a chilling as his father’s, there will be repercussions. I swear it.

      Mitchell’s eyes glittered with a bemused smile.

      "A threat, Nicholas? You really think it wise to threaten me?"

      No one’s untouchable, Nick fired back, never breaking his gaze. There was a fire simmering deep in his eyes. A fierce loathing that darkened every inch of his lovely face. Not even you. My life’s an open book to the public. You still have some secrets.

      It was a bold strategy, but one that was based upon a fundamental flaw. It wasn’t just Nick’s life and reputation that Mitchell was threatening. It was mine.

      Nick might have been too furious to think it through himself, but I wasn’t the only one who saw the fatal error in his plan. Mitchell cocked his head to the side with a smile that sent chills running up and down my arms.

      Careful, Nicholas. His fingers tightened into a fist—closed around that dreadful flash drive in his pocket. I need only to make a single phone call, then the picture is on every website, and billboard, and magazine cover to your darling public’s delight.

      Nick paled, but clenched his jaw.

      That call would hurt you, more than it would hurt—

      Mitchell raised his voice.

      Then we’ll see how long your favor lasts. Then we’ll see how long you can keep treating this city like your personal playground.

      They were both shouting now. Growing louder and louder with every pass.

      You’re not the only one who has friends at the Post, Nick warned.

      Mitchell threw back his head and laughed.

      "But you are the only one who was recently caught fucking a girl in the middle of a public boxing ring. What would you possibly—"

      Nick’s eyes flashed with pure hatred.

      I’ll tell them you’re a monster who used to beat his son!

      It was like someone poured icy water on a fire. The raging back and forth screeched to a sudden halt, as the room locked down in dead silence.

      I felt like my entire body was on pause. My heart stopped beating, my lungs constricted shut. In my mind, I was running through a little catalog. A roster of every mark or ancient scar I’d seen on Nick’s body the previous night. Wondering about each one of them in turn. Tears sprang to my eyes as I turned slowly to look at him, but he had eyes only for his father.

      Never before had I seen such an expression. It went beyond simply angry, the man was incensed. He was panting as if he’d just run a marathon, and his fingers had tightened into fists upon the balled up sheets. Every line on his face was etched in fury. His eyes danced with rage.

      No matter how powerful a man Mitchell Hunter might be, even he took a step back. Out of self-preservation? Out of shame? I would never know.

      But even then, with his son’s threat still echoing in the air, he made his final move.

      And Abby’s picture would still be out there.

      All at once, the fire died in Nick’s eyes. Like flipping a switch. His shoulders tensed, then wilted as he finally allowed himself a single glance to the side.

      Dad...please.

      It was softer. Defeated. Almost pleading. My heard broke a thousand times over, as I realized that Nick Hunter could beg after all.

      Mitchell said nothing. He no longer had to. The game was his. Instead, he stared coldly at his son’s face

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