All Chapters of The Billionaire's Lure: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I had a restless night before making it to the office the next morning. I tossed and turned, thinking about Ivy. I thought about Bentley and his invite. The gold trimmed flyer he gave me had an address to a large mansion and pictures of high fashion celebrities that I didn’t think I would fit in with.I planned to go shopping after I left the office. Because if I wanted to get close to him, I had to look like I belonged with him. At least, that was the way he made me feel.“The office is buzzing this morning. What’s going on?”Rodger entered my office without knocking. As he always did. For some reason, he thought he and I were a lot closer than we were. I knew he held out hope that I would give him a chance to be my man, but Rodger wasn’t the kind of guy I looked for. After having my heart broken and my trust betrayed, I was convinced that I would never date again.“Ivy Smith’s body was found outside of club Lure last night. Everyone’s trying to get a headstart on the story since tha

When I looked in his direction, he was nodding, almost as if he had gone through something similar. Some of the rumors said that he was born into a family who had strict mafia ties, and looking at him, I believed it. No matter how charming, handsome, and down to earth he was, there was something about him that confirmed the speculations.We ended up going to Legrand, one of the most upscale designer malls in Westlake. I had never been shopping at Legrand. I’d only driven by and wished that I could afford to shop there. My surprise must have been written all over my face because before we exited the vehicle, Bentley asked if I had ever been.“In my dreams, yeah,” I chuckled. “I’d have to become anchor at the biggest news station known to man to be able to afford anything here.”Shit! I thought. Now he knows I’m not just Ivy’s friend, but I’m also a reporter. I wanted to keep my ties to anything newsworthy hidden because I needed to present as a regular. I didn’t want Bentley getting su

“Lets dance.”“Dance?” I looked around nervously. “I don’t dance. Not in front of this many people.”“Who cares about them? I don’t dance either, but we’re here to have fun, right?. Just act like we’re the only ones in the room.”Bentley stood in front of me with his hand extended. He was such a gentle gangster. I would have called him a gentleman, but I was still on the fence about him.“Alright, Mr. Thomas.” I took his hand and squeezed it as hard as I could. “Since you insist.”He laughed and led me to an empty spot on the dance floor. There was a slow groove playing and a few lovers holding each other closely while laughing and swaying to the music. The minute Bentley placed his hand on my lower back and pulled me close to him, a gasp escaped my lips because the joy of dancing with the devil of Westlake felt like a fairytale.“Excited?” he asked as we swayed along with the lovers.“Nervous,” I lied. “This is my first time dancing with the stars.”“It doesn't have to be your last,”

I prepared for an awkward day at work the next morning. In my experience, men don’t like being rejected. So hurting Rodger’s feelings was all I thought about up until I saw a huge bouquet of roses sitting on my desk. I smiled instantly. The last time a guy had gotten me flowers, I was on my way to some cheesy high school dance.Even though receiving the flowers brightened my day the minute I saw them, I thought it was a bit much. I didn’t want Rodger getting his hopes up any more than they already were, so I took them to his office to return them.“Rodger, you didn’t have to bring me flowers.”He looked up from his laptop and, at the same time, removed his earbuds from his ears. “What was that?”“I said you didn’t have to bring me flowers. Last night was awkward, but no need to apologize. Everyone misreads the room at least once in their life.”Rodger turned off his music and leaned back against his chair. He seemed amused by my assumption. His eyes were squinty, and his smirk was ful

I spent most of my day cold-calling people who were at Club Lure the night Ivy’s body was found. Each person I talked to gave a statement of what they remembered, then pointed me in the direction of someone else—Ivy’s friend. I hadn’t been able to contact her at all since the incident. She was like a ghost. A no-name. A drifter. Or someone who only came out at night. To me, that was suspicious, but I didn’t jump the gun.It was after midnight when I decided to call it a night. Late nights at the office were pretty standard for me. I got my best work done when there was no one there to bother me or get in my ear with their jealous nonsense. After packing my bag and disconnecting my laptop, I grabbed my keys and headed for the elevator.When I got to the parking garage, there was an eerie feeling in the air. I took precaution before exiting the elevator, making sure there was no one waiting for me in the shadows. When I felt like the coast was clear, I quickly headed for my car. Everythi