A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (eBook)

Renting A Girlfriend for a year

Gregory Ellington (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
376 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-109559-5 (ISBN)

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'If you're looking for a personal prostitute, I suggest you try elsewhere.' She spat the words like they tasted bad. 'I'd rather lose my job than lose my self-respect.'

'But 'personal prostitute'? That stung. Made me sound like some sleazy corporate villain from a bad movie.

'You're misunderstanding me.' I straightened up, adjusting my tie. 'What if I offered something more legitimate?'

'Like what?'

'Be my girlfriend.'

Madison's jaw dropped. 'Excuse me?'

'One year.' I warmed to the idea as I spoke.

Madison Harper knows all too well the chaos Alexander Knight leaves in his wake.

As the billionaire CEO's personal assistant, she's cleaned up after countless scandals, soothed furious ex-lovers, and kept his tumultuous private life from spilling into the boardroom. But when one fateful night lands her in Alexander's bed, everything changes.

After the one-night stand, what begins as a moment of weakness spirals into an arrangement neither of them can resist: Madison needs financial help for her mother's mounting medical bills, and Alexander offers it-on one condition. She must become his girlfriend for a year.

No strings. No emotions. Just business.

But as the lines between their professional and personal lives blur, Madison's resolve to keep her heart guarded begins to falter. Beneath Alexander's reckless charm lies a magnetic pull she can't escape. And just as she starts to believe she might be more than his latest 'arrangement,' the ghost of Alexander's long-lost first love, Katherine, reappears-threatening to destroy their relationship in a dangerous love triangle.

Book 4 in Love Triangle Adult Romance Series. A must-read for fake relationship contemporary romance lovers.

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Chapter 182

Alexander

 

We moved to a more private spot near the edge of the practice green.

"So what do we know so far?" Anthony asked, leaning against his putter.

Leo sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "Not much. No name, no contact information, just cash and instructions."

I furrowed my brow, trying to piece together the puzzle.

"After drinking that drug-mixed drink, what happened exactly?" Leo asked, turning to me with a serious expression. "Your sex drive increased dramatically, right? What else?"

I hesitated, uncomfortable discussing the details. "Everything intensified. Like someone had cranked up all my senses and desires to eleven. I couldn't think straight. Just wanted to fuck anything that moved."

"And did you?" Leo pressed, his expression serious.

"No," I lied smoothly. "I went straight to my penthouse and called Dr. Peterson. He gave me something to counteract the effects. Knocked me out for most of the night."

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I'm also a doctor, you know. You could have called me."

"Peterson is my personal and family doctor," I explained, not meeting his eyes. "He has my complete medical history. It was the logical choice."

"That's not the issue here," Leo interrupted, bringing us back to the point. "The question is, did you have sex with anyone while you were under the influence? Be honest, Alexander. This is important."

I stared at him. "Why are you asking this? Do you think I had sex with someone and forgot about it?"

"It's possible," Leo said carefully. "You were drugged, your inhibitions lowered. Someone could have taken advantage of that state. They might have filmed it to blackmail you later."

The thought sent a chill down my spine. Images of Madison flashed through my mind – her soft skin under my hands, the way she'd gasped when I entered her. If someone had recorded that...

"I haven't received any blackmail attempts," I said firmly. "And I'm certain I went straight to my penthouse. Nothing happened."

Leo studied my face for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I just thought we might find answers that way. It was worth asking."

Anthony cleared his throat. "So what's the plan now? Keep looking for this mysterious 'S' woman?"

"Exactly," I confirmed, relieved to change the subject. "We need to find her before she tries something else. This wasn't random – someone targeted me specifically."

"Any theories on why?" Anthony asked.

I shrugged. "Could be anything. Corporate sabotage, revenge, someone trying to damage Knight Industries' reputation."

"Or someone with a personal vendetta," Leo added. "You don't exactly have a shortage of ex-lovers who might hold a grudge."

I shot him a glare. "Thanks for the reminder."

Leo shrugged, clearly not bothered by my annoyance. "Just stating facts. Your list of enemies isn't exactly short."

We started walking back toward the clubhouse, the afternoon sun warm on our backs. Something had been bothering me since our confrontation with Tyler. His story seemed too neat, too rehearsed.

"I've got some doubts," I said suddenly, stopping in my tracks.

Leo turned to face me. "About what?"

"Tyler's story. It doesn't add up." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration building. "The whole thing feels like a setup."

"What do you mean?" Leo asked, his interest clearly piqued.

"Think about it. He claims some mysterious woman contacted him through Instagram, paid him cash, met him at a café with no security cameras, and then disappeared without a trace." I shook my head. "It's too clean. Too perfect."

Anthony caught up to us, his golf bag slung over his shoulder. "What are we discussing?"

"Alexander thinks Tyler's story is bullshit," Leo explained.

"Not entirely bullshit," I corrected. "But manufactured. It feels like someone coached him on exactly what to say if he got caught."

Leo frowned, considering my words. "I tried every angle I could think of. I found footage of the bartender going to that café from other security cameras in the area, but couldn't find the person who met him."

"What was he wearing in the footage?" I asked.

"Blue jacket, jeans. Why?"

"And did you see him leave? Was he carrying anything?"

Leo thought for a moment. "He had a small paper bag when he left. Could've been the money or the drugs."

"Or both," I muttered. "But we never saw who gave it to him?"

"No. The café has no cameras inside, and the angle from across the street doesn't show the tables clearly." Leo looked frustrated. "It's like whoever planned this knew exactly where the blind spots were."

I nodded slowly. "That's my point. This whole thing feels orchestrated. The Instagram account, the cash payment, and the meeting location have no cameras. Someone created a narrative that would be impossible to trace."

"So what's your theory?" Anthony asked, leaning on his golf club.

"I think we need to get more creative with our interrogation methods," I said. "Try to ask about the dress color or what she was wearing. We can check nearby cameras or other details that might help us identify her."

"I did ask about her appearance," Leo pointed out, sounding slightly exasperated. "Those details aren't exactly distinctive. It's not like that description is going to help us pinpoint her in a crowd."

"Maybe the best solution is to interrogate him again," I suggested. "But this time with a fake detective. Tell him we have proof he mixed drugs in my drink, and it's attempted murder. Threaten him with prison time. He might crack and reveal the real truth."

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Do you think he'll actually tell us anything new? He'll probably just stick to the same story."

"Maybe not," I countered. "People tend to panic when faced with serious criminal charges. If we apply enough pressure, he might slip up."

"I could play the detective role again," Anthony offered with a slight smirk. "I think I was pretty convincing last time."

"That's good," I agreed. "You were surprisingly believable as a cop."

"Years of watching Law & Order," Anthony joked, then grew serious. "But honestly, do you think this will work? If someone coached him, they probably also prepared him for this scenario."

"It's worth a try," I insisted. "Right now, we have nothing. A mysterious 'S' who could be anyone from an ex-lover to a corporate rival. We need more."

Leo nodded, pulling out his phone. "I'll set it up. Get Tyler somewhere private where we can apply more... persuasive techniques."

"Just don't actually hurt him," I warned. "I don't need assault charges on top of everything else."

We reached the parking lot, the conversation pausing as a group of golfers walked past. Once they were out of earshot, Anthony spoke up.

"Have you considered that this might be connected to Knight Industries? A competitor trying to sabotage you?"

"Of course," I replied, unlocking my car. "It's on the list of possibilities. Along with vengeful exes, political enemies, and people who just generally hate me."

"That last category could fill a stadium," Leo muttered.

I flipped him off casually. "Funny. But seriously, we need to approach this from all angles. Tyler is our only lead right now."

"I'll handle it," Leo assured me. "Give me a couple of days to set things up properly."

I nodded. "Keep me updated on everything. I want to know who's behind this before they try again."

 

 

 

Chapter 183

Madison

 

Back to Now…

 

Alexander's eyes met mine, a mix of triumph and something darker swirling in their depths. "We found who 'S' is."

My heart skipped a beat. After weeks of uncertainty, the mysterious woman who'd drugged Alexander had a name.

"What? Who is it?" I leaned forward, nearly knocking over my espresso.

Alexander slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. "Leo didn't say over the phone. We need to go meet him now to find out."

"Right now?" I glanced longingly at my half-eaten soufflé.

"Finish your dessert."

I scooped up another bite of the decadent chocolate, savoring it despite my racing thoughts.

Alexander watched me with that intense gaze that always made me feel like I was the dessert.

"You have chocolate..." He reached across the table, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. Instead of pulling away, he lifted his thumb to his lips and licked it clean.

"Mr. Knight," I whispered, my cheeks heating.

"What?" He smirked. "I'm not letting good chocolate go to waste."

We finished our desserts in charged silence. Alexander paid the bill with a generous tip, and minutes later, we were back in his car.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the city as we pulled away from the restaurant, the luxurious leather seats cradling me in comfort.

Alexander drove with the same confidence he approached everything else in life—one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against my knee when he shifted gears. Each casual touch sent electricity through my body.

"Where are we meeting Leo?" I asked, trying to focus on something other than the way Alexander's fingers had just grazed my thigh.

"He shared a location in the outskirts," Alexander replied, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "An abandoned warehouse district."

"Okay."

My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out and saw Jackson's name on the screen.

"Free this weekend?" his message read, followed by a winking emoji.

I bit my lip, considering my...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 4.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-109559-5 / 0001095595
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-109559-5 / 9780001095595