All Chapters of The Secret Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

            Scott, Clay, and Regina had just finished dessert. The guys had gobbled up the food like they hadn’t eaten in days. Normally, she would have leftovers for two days. Not with Scott and Clay. Both of them had two helpings. Scott had two pieces of cake.            They walked to the living room.            “So, Clay, what do you want to do now?” she asked.            “Do you have a PlayStation?”            “No, but I think I got something just as good. Let’s go downstairs.”            Scott’s eyebrow kicked up.      &nbs

            Regina looked good enough to eat. He took her to Benihana. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken her to Norman’s at The Ritz Carlton, but he was afraid someone would recognize him there and expose his adopted persona. In the past, he had frequented the restaurant at least once a week.            They had enjoyed the food, but they were full as ticks. They decided to take a walk. Regina curled her arm under Scott’s, which made him feel good. It made him feel wanted.            “So, did you always want to be in construction?”            “I did. My dad was a contractor. He’s retired now, but he taught me everything I know. I’m carrying that tradition on with Clay, but I’m hopin

            One month later . . .             Her backyard was almost finished. Scott wanted to do the finishing touches without her being there. He had said he wanted it to be a surprise. He paid for her to have a spa weekend at Acqualina Resort and Spa in Sunny Isles Beach. Regina had protested because she didn’t want him to spend that much money on her. She knew Scott did well as a contractor, but the resort was extremely expensive; most of their rooms ran between twelve hundred to sixteen hundred dollars a night. It wasn’t like he was a millionaire, but he had insisted that he could afford it, and he wanted to do something special for her.            The sun was starting to set. Regina maneuvered her BMW around Scott’s truck and pulled into her garage. Scott was

Kat Evans slammed her front door. She was sick and tired of men using her, toying with her, and then brushing her off like she was a gnat. At that moment, she realized that her mother had been right all along. Men were good for nothing. She stomped to the den. To think she had gone over there to tell Scott that she was attracted to him – that she was crazy about him and his son. She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted. She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly.She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur.

            Ten minutes. Ten minutes on television had changed their lives. Scott had called his driver and changed into a suit his butler put in the back of the limo for him. He was speaking to the headmaster in his office.            “The police escorted the photographer away, Mr. Kelly. We have had children of the rich and famous attending our school for over fifty years, and nothing like this has ever happened,” Headmaster Morris expressed with deep regret.            “I know that, and I understand,” Scott said seriously.            “The police officers put the photographer in the back of their squad car. At the most, we can only press charges for trespassing.”    &nb