All Chapters of Caught by the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caught by the Billionaire by Alisa Selby ↜↜↝↝Season 1 ~Elysia~It was time to face the judge, and the sound of the latch being turned on my cell door was like a death knell in my ears. “Crinshaw, it’s time,” the guard murmured, unlocking the door of my cell. As soon as he entered the cramped space, he placed a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. At the feel of the cold metal against my skin, a sense of dread skated down my spine; a harsh reminder of what I was facing.Minutes later, the guard was leading me through the prison’s hallways. Though I could feel his contempt as we moved forward, I refused to let his opinion take away my sense of worth. Yeah, I'd been caught doing a B & E, arrested, booked and then placed in this six-foot-by-eight-foot box of concrete and metal bars, but I refused to allow his intimidation to shake me any further than I alre

The next few hours were spent packing and in preparation. I'd never left Illinoise before, barely even been outside the city limits of Chicago. And the though of being anywhere else was both daunting and exciting. As the clock struck seven, Mac squeaked in his cage, as if sensing my anxiety, and grabbing the few belongings I was taking with me, as well his cage, I took a deep breath and stepped out the door, pulling it closed behind me for possibly the last time. In my drive, a sleek black town car was waiting, the engine purring like a cat ready to pounce, and I whispered to Mac, "This is it, buddy. Time to see if I can pull this off." ~~The drive to the airport was silent, my thoughts racing faster than the car. What awaited me in New Orleans? Would I be able to handle whatever Alex had in store for me?As the plane took off, the lights of the city grew smaller, swallowed up by the darkness. This is it, I thought ot myself, the start of a new chapter.~~The flight was a mix of n

As I fell in behind him, Alex led me to a private lounge. It was dimly lit and suffused with the scent of leather and whiskey. A place reserved for the most exclusive of the club's patrons; a place that resonated with the whispers of deals and desires."I want you to shadow me. To see how the club operates from the perspective of an owner," he murmured, his Cajun drawl sending a shiver down my spine.The evening was alive with glances and gestures, an understanding between each person of the unspoken language of the club, and as Alex moved through the area, it was with an air of authority that was both mesmerizing and intimidating. I couldn't help but admire him as he interacted with the guests, at the same time, his gaze never missing a beat of the action around us.As the night progressed, the scenes grew more intense and I was fascinated by a woman dressed in nothing but a collar and heels as she served a group of men that were fully dressed. Her movements were graceful, almost feli

The next morning Mac's squeaking woke me, and sitting up on the edge of the bed, I pulled loose a cracker from its sleeve. Breaking off a corner, I offered him the treat."Here you go, buddy," I murmured, holding out the crumb with two fingers between the bars of his cage.Mac's tiny nose twitched as he caught the scent of the cracker. With a flick of his tail, he approached my hand cautiously, his tiny paws dancing over the metal mesh. His whiskers brushed against my skin, and for a moment, his beady eyes locked with mine, as if to say, "Thanks."With a swift snatch, he took the offering, retreating to the safety of his little cardboard house. The crackling of the cracker filled the silence of the room as he nibbled away, his little cheeks bulging with delight.Mac had always been a creature of habit, and I knew that this morning ritual was as important to him as my first cup of coffee was to me. Each day, I'd wake up to his squeaks, signaling his hunger, and I'd feed him before even

Ainsley's words were like a pesky fly buzzing around my head, but I swatted them away, refusing to let them distract me. The numbers grew clearer as I organized them, and patterns began to emerge—inconsistencies in the expenses, discrepancies in the income. The club's financial health was indeed a mess, and it was clear that Alex had been trying to manage it on his own for far too long.The clatter of the kitchen grew louder as the morning progressed, and the scent of brewing coffee began to waft down the hallway. Despite the early hour, I was fully engaged in the task at hand. The thrill of uncovering a mystery was something I hadn't felt in a long time, and it was surprising how much I enjoyed it.After a few hours of meticulous work, I found it—a pattern of unusually high expenses in the supply department. It didn't take a financial whiz to see that something was off. Supplies for the club should not have been costing that much, not unless someone was embezzling funds or ordering g