One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss

One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss

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By:  Uriel KingsCompleted
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When the hottest one-night stand of my life turns out to be my new billionaire boss, I don’t think I can ever live it down. And to make matters worse, he’s pretending not to know who I am—and seems hell bent on making my life a living hell. ____ Elizabeth is faced with a difficult decision. Desperate to start a family, she turns to her ex-lover, a billionaire who once broke her heart, for help. Despite her reservations, she agrees to one night of passion, hoping to conceive a child and move on with her life. But as the night unfolds, old feelings resurface, and she finds herself torn between her desire for a baby and the risk of getting involved with her ex again. Will she be able to keep things strictly business, or will love complicate everything?

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Chapter 1

chapter 1

Elizabeth

Oliver Huxley is well-oiled tonight. I’m not surprised. He’s been drinking whisky since the party started at seven, and it’s now almost one a.m. Fortunately nobody else can tell, as he’s always been able to hold his drink. He’s one of those guys who just becomes progressively funnier with each shot he puts away.

I go to put my glass on the table, miss, and nearly fall off my chair. Hmm, maybe it’s me who’s well-oiled. I’ve tried to pace myself this evening, but it’s tough to refuse Huxley when he’s at his most charming, and he’s been sending over doubles of the most expensive whiskies all evening. Earlier I complained that he was trying to get me drunk, and he replied that he was hoping I’d fall over to entertain the guests. It’s not beyond the realms of possibility considering I’m wearing my usual three-inch stilettos. Being five-foot-one in my bare feet means I nearly always wear high heels—not that it brings me much closer to Huxley’s six-two frame. He’s always teasing me about being ‘vertically-challenged’.

I should go home really. But my dog, Nymph, is at my brother’s tonight, and I won’t pick her up until the morning, so the apartment is going to be dark and quiet.

Plus, the main reason I’ve been drinking is to summon the courage to talk to Huxley about a Very Important Matter.

I don’t know whether I’m going to get the chance now, though. He’s standing at the bar with a group of clients that our friend, Titus, brought with him, and Huxley is in full swing, telling some joke or anecdote that’s made them all burst out laughing. He looks gorgeous tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day and the height of summer in New Zealand, so he discarded the jacket of his three-piece dark-gray suit some time ago, but he’s still wearing his waistcoat over his white shirt, and his light-blue tie. His dark-brown hair is ruffled sexily in a way I’m never sure is contrived or natural.

The one woman in the group, a redhead who happens to be wearing a gold lamé shirt that’s unbuttoned almost to her navel, has been making eyes at him all evening. She’s been stuck to him like cling wrap, so I doubt I’ll be able to get him on his own now.

“Hux is in good form,” Victoria says. As his business partner and second-in-command, she’s been busy making her rounds through the various rooms in the club, ensuring the Valentine’s Day party is running smoothly. A while ago she came in claiming she needed a break, so we started chatting, and she hasn’t yet left.

“He’s always in good form,” I reply. “I’d be annoyed if I could summon the energy. He said he only had four hours’ sleep last night. I don’t know how he does it.”

“He might regret his lack of sleep if the redhead gets her way.”

“I know what you mean. Her tongue rolled out like a carpet when she met him.”

The two of us chuckle. It’s not spiteful. We’re well used to the effect he has on women.

Huxley bought this club eighteen months ago, and he spent months refitting it before opening it around this time last year. Private clubs are hardly a new idea, but Huxley wanted to replace the men’s-only port and smoking rooms with something that catered for the young entrepreneurs of Auckland. Trust in business is essential, especially in our current economic climate, and he recognizes that networking builds relationships that can be nurtured over time. He wanted a place that focused on business but also had the luxuries of some of the more social clubs. And so Huxley’s was born.

It’s always tough starting off a new enterprise, and so I, Mack, Titus, Victoria, and some of our other friends have spent a lot of time at the club, holding meetings here, bringing our clients, and introducing as many new faces as we can. And it seems to be working; Huxley’s won second place on the list of top New Zealand business venues in the last issue of the prestigiousKaipakihitrade magazine, so word is definitely spreading.

Situated on five floors, the building has fully serviced offices, nine high spec meeting rooms, a stunning restaurant, lounges and workspaces, a gym, and a range of personal suites. It also has a main function room and several smaller bars, each boasting a different vibe. The one we’re currently in is called the Churchill Lounge. It’s a bit old boys’ school, which I moan about, but secretly I love all the dark-brown wood, the red leather seats, and the bottles of whisky and brandy above the bar. The whole building is non-smoking, but there’s a great painting of Winston Churchill on the wall, complete with cigar. Tonight, Victoria and Huxley have decorated everywhere with strings of red hearts and white Cupids complete with bows and arrows, which is rather adorable.

The club has been busy this evening, many of the young businessmen and women apparently relieved to escape the Valentine’s Day craziness, pretending to spend their time talking stocks and shares rather than sweet nothings over their champagne, although I suspect romance has flowed beneath the surface, as it often does when people get together. But it’s quietening down now, and Titus has obviously decided to call it a night, and is escorting his guests out. Huxley’s going with them, the redhead attached to his arm, so I guess that’s it.

I’m sitting with my chair turned sideways, my back against the wall. I sigh, stretch out my legs and lift my feet onto the chair opposite, then carefully peel off my false eyelashes as they’re annoying me. I’m ashamed to say I made an extra effort on my appearance this evening, knowing he finds it harder to say no to me when I use my womanly wiles. Clearly, though, it was a waste of time. I finish off my whisky moodily. I’m never going to win over a redhead who’s obviously interested in some serious sex.

“It’s a shame Mack didn’t make it tonight,” Victoria says, referring to one of our other closest friends. “I wonder where he got to?”

I smile. “Didn’t you hear? He proposed to Sidnie, and she said yes.”

Her face lights up with genuine pleasure. “Oh, no, I didn’t. That’s fantastic.”

“Yeah. He seemed terrified she’d say no. As if that was going to happen. She’s clearly nuts about him.”

“And he about her,” Victoria adds with a grin. “I’ve never seen him so obsessed about a girl.”

“I didn’t think any woman would be able to distract him from his research. But somehow she managed it.”

“The magical power of the pussy. Guaranteed to keep even billionaire geniuses from their work.”

I snort. “They’re all the same. Obsessed with sex.”

“There speaks a woman who isn’t getting any.”

“I don’t need a man to satisfy my urges, thank you very much. Battery-powered devices are much less trouble.”

“This sounds like a conversation I definitely want to be involved in.” Huxley appears out of nowhere, knocks my feet off the chair in front of me, and pulls it around so he’s sitting like me, with his back against the wall. “I’m always interested when women start talking about their—Jesus!” He slams his hand on the table, making us all jump as the glasses rattle. He lifts his hand to inspect his palm, then glares at me as he peels my false eyelashes off his skin. “I thought they were spiders.”

I start laughing, pleased he’s joined us. “You’re such a wuss.”

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chapter 1
ElizabethOliver Huxley is well-oiled tonight. I’m not surprised. He’s been drinking whisky since the party started at seven, and it’s now almost one a.m. Fortunately nobody else can tell, as he’s always been able to hold his drink. He’s one of those guys who just becomes progressively funnier with each shot he puts away.I go to put my glass on the table, miss, and nearly fall off my chair. Hmm, maybe it’s me who’s well-oiled. I’ve tried to pace myself this evening, but it’s tough to refuse Huxley when he’s at his most charming, and he’s been sending over doubles of the most expensive whiskies all evening. Earlier I complained that he was trying to get me drunk, and he replied that he was hoping I’d fall over to entertain the guests. It’s not beyond the realms of possibility considering I’m wearing my usual three-inch stilettos. Being five-foot-one in my bare feet means I nearly always wear high heels—not that it brings me much closer to Huxley’s six-two frame. He’s always teasing me
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chapter 2
“Any person who isn’t scared of spiders needs their head tested.”“Just how drunk are you?”“I’m not drunk,” he protests. “I’m… relaxed.”“So relaxed you’ll be under the table in five minutes.”Victoria rolls her eyes. “That’s my cue to retire for the night. See you guys tomorrow. Great party, Hux.”“Yeah, thanks for all your hard work.”“No worries. Goodnight.” She nods at me, then heads out of the door.Huxley hooks his foot around the chair she’s vacated and pulls it toward us, and we both stretch out our legs and rest our feet on it. I glance across at him, unable to hide a smile. I’ve known this guy for ten years, and he never fails to make my heart skip a beat. He’s tall, and the fact that he took up the unusual sport of archery at school and has practiced it ever since is reflected in his well-muscled shoulders. He has brown hair that’s short up the back and longer on the top, and a tiny mole on his left cheekbone that always makes me want to kiss it. He’s gorgeous and irresist
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chapter 3
“Don’t act like you’re not pleased.”“I’m thrilled. And a tad embarrassed.”“No you’re not,” I scoff.“Well, it’s better than hearing you’re all laughing because it’s so small, but yeah, it’s a little mortifying.”“Well, then, maybe you need to keep it in your pants a bit more, and we wouldn’t have so much to talk about.”He drops his gaze to his glass and swirls the whisky over the ice. “I probably deserved that,” he says before taking a sip.I close my eyes for a moment before turning toward him a little. The last thing I meant to do was hurt his feelings. He’s still my best friend when it comes to it.“No, I apologize. That came out sharper than I meant. You’re a gorgeous guy. Good looking, funny, and warm-hearted. Women are going to clamber over each other to get you. And why shouldn’t you make the most of that?”He holds my gaze for a long while. I lean my head on a hand and study his light-gray eyes. I’ve been in love with this guy since the moment I met him. It was at a party,
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chapter 4
HuxleyHoly fuck. I did not expect that.Silence falls between us. It’s not particularly uncomfortable. We’ve known each other long enough that we can allow the other time to think.She rests her head on her hand again, watching me. Her brown eyes are hopeful. It’s an unusual expression for her. Over the years, she’s become quite cynical, the last person to express belief in notions like true love or soulmates. I know I played a big part in that, and it crushes me every time. But there’s not much I can do about it now.Instead, I try to force my whisky-addled brain to focus on what she’s asked me. She wants me to get her pregnant.I blink and grab onto the balloon of pleasure that floats up inside me. No, Huxley. She doesn’t want you to get her pregnant. She wants you to ejaculate into a cup so she can use it to fertilize her eggs. There’s a huge difference.She has a mouthful of whisky. “Say something,” she says. “You’re making me nervous.”“I’m not ready to answer yet.”“Oh.” She su
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chapter 5
I’m sure she doesn’t think I’m serious when I ask her. I’d sell my soul for a chance to convince her how good we’d be together.And then an idea strikes me like a hammer on a bell.I loosen my tie a little. Then I pick up my whisky glass.“There is an addendum to my decision,” I tell her. “Or is pudendum?”She snorts and pushes me away. “What sort of addendum?”“I said I wouldn’t do anything in a cup. But I am prepared to get you pregnant the old-fashioned way.”“Hux, come on, this isn’t a laughing matter.”“I’m not laughing. Look at my face.” I point to it. “I’m deadly serious.”She rolls her eyes. “Jesus.”I lift a hand to cup her chin and turn her face so she’s looking at me. “I’m serious,” I repeat. I release her chin, but her gaze remains fixed on mine.We study each other for about twenty seconds.Then, eventually, she says, “Nope.”I’d expected that, and I’ve prepared my argument. “Okay. Let’s look at it this way. From what I understand, at the clinic you’d have two choices of
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chapter 6
“Tits bigger than her IQ?”“That’s the one. I wouldn’t have minded so much if she’d been a rocket scientist. But to be passed over for a giant pair of knockers.” She looks down at her breasts. “I always thought I had nice boobs.”“You have exceptional boobs.”“Thank you. I knew you’d appreciate them.”We clink glasses and have another mouthful of whisky. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I can’t believe he cheated on you. What an imbecile.”“I thought so.”“Did he get the plate-glass window treatment too?”“No. I just turned and walked out.”“That’s a shame.”“Yeah, part of me wishes I’d kicked him in the family jewels, but hey. It’s done.”“So what about Rich then?” I ask. “What were the issues in the bedroom?”“You know I’m only telling you this because I’m drunk.”“Why d’you think I’m pouring the whisky?”She sighs. “He suffered from premature ejaculation.” She glares at me as I start laughing. “It’s not funny.”“I know. There but by the grace of God and all that. It’s eve
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chapter 7
“Most mornings.” I sip my whisky. “You?”She sucks her bottom lip for a moment. “Most mornings.”We both smile.“We are really, really drunk,” she says.“Yeah, I know.”“I’m so going to regret this conversation in the morning.”“It’s the most honest we’ve ever been,” I tell her. “I’m loving it.”She leans forward and rests her forehead on my shoulder for a moment. “Don’t tell anyone.”“Which bit? The self-administering bit, or about Rich Halcome?”“All of it.” She sighs. “Especially the bit about Steve hitting me. Mack and Titus will get all riled up and then the Magnificent Three will go off to teach him a lesson, and I don’t want that.”“Why not?”“I dealt with it. Plate-glass window, remember? The fucker will have scars on his face for life. He won’t ever forget the day he gave me a fucking backhander.”I kiss the top of her head. “That’s my girl.”“I love you,” she says.I sigh. “You are plastered, aren’t you?”“I mean it.”“I know.”“Why aren’t you drunk?” she demands.“I am.”“Y
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chapter 8
ElizabethI open my eyes. It’s pitch black in the room, the only light coming from a small red dot of a TV on standby. I’m confused, because I don’t have a TV in my room at home. The red display on the alarm clock on the bedside table reads 03:11.I lift my head and groan as the room spins. Ahhh… why do I do this to myself? I love alcohol, but I detest this part of being drunk.My stomach churns, and I groan again and push myself up to a sitting position. I recognize the layout of the room—I’m in one of the suites at Huxley’s. I’m shoeless but fully dressed, and lying on top of the covers.Nausea rises inside me, and I get up and stumble into the bathroom, where I vomit into the toilet. When I’m done, I lurch back into the bedroom, taking off my jacket, trousers, and shirt as I go, leaving them where they drop. In just my underwear, I pull back the duvet, collapse into bed, pull the duvet over my head, and fall asleep.At 04:16, and again at 05:27, I rise and vomit again. The third ti
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chapter 9
I look up at the ceiling. Huxley is tall and handsome—the best-looking guy I know. He’s incredibly clever—his crack last night about bribing the examination officer for a pass in mathematics was amusing because he was top of all his mathematics and economics classes. The guy’s a fucking smart arse. He’s honorable and fair. Very funny. Extremely affable and a great host, seeing it as his calling in life to put everyone at ease. And because of all that I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s great in bed. He sounds perfect.But he’s not of course. I can overlook the fact that he’s afraid of spiders, heights, thunderstorms, needles, clowns, dolls, the sight of blood, and probably a dozen other things. I can forgive him for being incredibly ambitious, a tad arrogant, squeamish, for only eating his food one item at a time without mixing them on his plate, for liking practical jokes, and for being stubborn and prideful and even Mr. Darcy-like at times, refusing to admit he’s wrong.I can forget all
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chapter 10
At 1:10 p.m., I arrive back at the club. I feel a lot better than I did earlier. I went home, picked up Nymph from my brother, took her for a run, showered and changed, and ate breakfast, even though my stomach was still a bit uneasy. By eighty-thirty I was in the office, and I’ve had a busy and productive morning. I’ve just dropped Nymph off home, and now I feel ready to face the music.I’m a little late because my last meeting ran over, but it won’t matter—everyone in the Consortium runs a business, and we all know the pressures we’re under, and make allowances accordingly.I have to admit, though, to feeling butterflies in my stomach as the elevator rises to the third floor. Will Huxley have told any of the others what we talked about last night? I can’t imagine he would have. Even so, I have to take several deep breaths as I walk out of the elevator and along the corridor to the board room where the meeting is always held.As I approach the room, I can see the shape of the other e
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