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  Table of Contents

  Contents

  Serving the Billionaire (The Seducation)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  French Versions

  Spanish Versions

  Serving the Billionaire (The Rejection)

  Prologue

  Chapter One.

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Cruising on Love (Gay Romance)

  Alpha Lions Mate (Paranormal Romance)

  Game Park Games (Safari Lust 1)

  Out of Africa (Safari Lust 2)

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  Serving the Billionaire

  The Seduction

  By Julian Bloom

  Prologue

  Alex was fast losing hope of ever building his own dynasty in the Fashion business. An investor would definitely be his ticket to success, but he was still a small fish in a big pond.

  When big time billionaire Ethan Carter walks into his life and offers to invest, how could he say no, especially when the attraction he feels for him is so arresting.

  Ethan takes a liking to Alex but is too shy to make advances as he has not yet “come out”. As they both fight their personal demons, will they come together and allow love to reign?

  Chapter One

  Let’s face it, Monday mornings suck. Big time.

  How is it that it’s not quite twelve o’clock yet and I’ve already gotten shit on by more than one cranky employee? ...thought Alex as he stared at an email on his screen. Being an assistant to the manager of one of the major fashion brands in the city has a lot of perks, however some of the coworkers are not pleasant to work with.

  “Alex! Get in here.” His dragon of a boss–Maggie–shouted through the intercom. Alex rolled his eyes. He didn’t mind the work environment, but was the money worth it? He had applied for a raise earlier this month, and had just gotten abruptly shut down this morning. Hence his extra annoyed mood.

  We regret to inform you that you do not qualify for a 25% salary increase at this time. However, your job skillfulness will be evaluated at the end of the working year and will be reflected on your bonus.

  He read the line again. He had been working at Lena’s designs for over four years now, he contributed, shared his ideas, shared his designs and got shut down for a raise? What the fuck! He needed to get more serious with starting his own company, he couldn’t do this forever.

  His phone beeped:

  Thanks for last night honey, will I be seeing you again tonight?

  -Andrew.

  At least one part of his life wasn’t totally shitty. His sex life. He liked it hard and fast, but once he had it, it was then time to move on. Poor Andrew would have to nurse a broken heart for a while because Alex was never going to see him again.

  “Alex you dick head, where are you?”

  “Coming!” He replied standing up from his desk. He walked the distance to the front of Maggie’s door–which wasn’t much of a distance to begin with– and carefully knocked. He didn’t always knock before he entered, until the day when he walked in and caught her spread-eagle on the desk with a very young boyfriend. He has since started knocking because the scars remain permanently burned within his memory.

  “Come in.”

  “What do you want that you can’t tell me over the intercom?” Anybody else that talked to Maggie like that would have landed out on their ass, but not Alex. He got away with a lot and he knew it wasn’t just because he was the best assistant that Maggie had ever had, but because of the friendship they had cultivated through the years. She shared her most personal fears with him, and he with her. In a way for him, she was like a best friend and a mother figure.

  One good thing that had blossomed from this job was meeting and getting to know her, but Alex would rather drown than let her know how much he cared for her.

  “We need to talk about your new designs.” She said.

  “Yea, I’m not doing that again.” It was decided, he wasn’t giving anymore of himself to this company. Not even if Jesus Christ came down and instructed him to–well maybe he would if that happened. Alex was a devoted Christian, which a lot of his friends didn’t understand because he was gay and the church was so opposed to same sex anything.

  “Why not? We already talked about this, what’s changed?” It was almost fall season and they needed to release their fall pieces soon. Typically, the company depended on his designs but now they shut him down for a raise.

  “Nothing, just don’t feel like sharing my intellectual property this season.” He sounded gloomy, even to this own ears. He never sounded gloomy. What was wrong with him? He scrubbed his face with his hands in a bid to get his nonchalant self back.

  “Alex.” Maggie was showing real concern now, and he hated it. “What’s wrong, talk to me.” She took her glasses off her face and placed them on the table, a habit she did when she was preparing for a serious conversation. He knew she would keep at it until he said something.

  “Fine. I got shut down for a raise, the bank won’t give me a loan because of my bad credit score, and I’m fast losing sight of why I started here in the first place. I’m losing sight of my goals, and I’m not getting any younger.”

  “You are 24!” She said astonishingly.

  “I thought by now I would have my own line at least, that’s not happening.”

  She pursed her lips as if in thought, a hand came up to brush the blond hair from her perfectly botoxed face. “How about an Investor?” Maggie said. “That would speed things up considerably.” Was she kidding? Did she think he hadn’t thought about that? “No one invests in a rookie in this business, you should know that.” He scowled at her.

  “Well you are not a rookie.” She said, “And it so happens I have someone that might be interested.”

  Really?

  “Really?” his mouth echoed his thoughts. He didn’t dare hope that this was real, that he might at last be given a chance, a chance at his dream. “I will have to make a few calls, but it should be fine.” She smiled. He knew Maggie could do almost anything for him, and this alone proved it. His long legs took him to the back of her desk before she knew what was happening. “What are you… no! ... Alex stop! ...” she protested as he lifted her off her chair and into a bear hug. He couldn’t express his gratitude any other way.

  “Muaahhhh.” He kissed her cheek. “You are the best Maggie. Thank you.”

  “Let me go moron.” She giggled like a teenager as he set her back down. “Set up a meeting for me and Dolce sometime this week, we want to talk collaboration.”

  “Yah!” He said still smiling as he walked out of her office.

  Monday just got a whole lot better.

  ***

  H
e loved Mondays! There was nothing he loved more. The hustle and bustle of people going to work, the meetings, the long hours. For Ethan; the CEO of Teckit Management, Mondays spelled big money and he loved making money.

  "Are you listening to me dear?" A voice came from the iPhone 7 he had placed firmly near his ear. Well he wasn't making money now, was he? He thought.

  "Yes mother." Ethan said in an exasperated voice. He had a meeting any minute now, but his mother thought it was a nice idea to call him this early and rant about giving her some grandbabies? Sigh. "You need to find a good girl and get married this year" Her voice reached out to him through the speakers. “You are not getting any younger you know, right?” What? He was barely thirty, what was she talking about?

  "I know mother." He agreed rolling his eyes. Another day, another blind date set up by his mother. When the hell are you getting married? We need an heir. Remember what your father said before he died. And on went Mom's usual banter concocted since his father’s passing. It didn't matter that his father's five other wives had produced more than seven children between them, no. His mother had been the first wife to the Sheik and she needed a grandchild to ensure that the line didn't pass on to the other wives.

  There was a tap at the window of his Royce. He rolled it down while still holding the phone to his ears, his mother’s voice trailed on. "Sir, it’s almost 10 Am." he said motioning to her watch. That’s right, he thought. The meeting. "Mom I got to go." He listened. "Yea, I love you too.” And he did. The only person he had ever truly loved in his life was the reason he hadn’t gotten angry when she had first started setting him up, even after he had told her he wasn't interested. He didn't care what his father had said in his will, the old man was dead and he wasn't going to do anything he didn't want to do. Not for him.

  But his mother.

  He wanted desperately to give her what she wanted, even if what she was asking for didn’t sit right with him.

  As Ethan stepped out of the car, he breathed in deeply, a technique he had taught himself a long time ago to clear his head when making decisions. It was time to make some money. As he entered the big complex that housed the Lena’s designs company, he thought back to a few weeks ago when his high school best friend Maggie Piper had contacted him and asked him if he was interested in a wonderful investment opportunity in the fashion industry. He had jumped quickly at the idea because of his immerse love of fashion.

  His phone beeped.

  The Grand Slam Hotel, 10pm. She'll be the one in red.

  His date. Great, he thought sarcastically. He didn't need this right now, especially not on a busy Monday morning.

  Chapter Two

  He was all long lean muscles, chiseled jaw and deep dark hotness. From his Rolex watch to his Versace suit he smelt of money. Alex had met more than his fair share of hot godlike men–being good looking himself– but this one topped the list. He had never met anyone that kept a full beard and still managed to fit into a corporate environment. His dick was practically begging him to tent in his jeans.

  That's him, Ethan Carter, your investor man, he told himself, keep it in your pants! He would just get some tonight, his friends were throwing him a birthday party and that would ease the intensity of this need, at least for a while.

  "How many months did you say this usually takes?" The hottie...Mr. Carter directed the question at Maggie. He had totally ignored him since they started the meeting--well he acted like he was ignoring him--- but Alex had caught his eyes more than once casually sweeping over him.

  "If we start making these pieces this fall, they will be ready to launch by summer.” She said. "This line is new and something that hasn't been seen in the market for a while," Mr. Carter was flipping through his sketches as Maggie talked, a blank expression on his face. What was he thinking?

  "I suggested Alex’s designs for that very purpose, he's the very best designer we have” She praised. The man had an impenetrable mask on his face.

  Finally he spoke.

  "You know I'm new to this Maggie." He said affectionately. "I need someone experienced, I didn't make my money by throwing it on every Tom or Dick that thought they could be a good designer.” Well that was unnecessarily harsh wasn't it?

  "Ethan I-"

  “Didn’t you like the designs?” Alex cut Maggie off before she could say anything, the sex haze he had been having for the man totally gone.

  “What?” The man asked, looking genuinely surprised, like he didn’t believe Alex had the gall to address him.

  “Did you or did you not like my designs?” Alex leaned forward. Answer the question dammit! It was that simple.

  “They were nice.” Ethan finally answered. “But these designs are the ones you made for your fall season, how do I know your summer designs are going to be able to match this?

  Good question. “Well maybe it’s the fact that I have single handedly designed the fall pieces that you see this company about to showcase,” the words rolled out of his tongue. “I have worked for this company for 4 years now, and within that time our name has gone out there, not just because the clothes I design are wonderful, but because I am a kick ass marketer. "

  "Alex!" Maggie cautioned. But he didn’t acknowledge it, this was his future, he needed to fight for it. He kept on going. “In as much as I need your money, you need my creativity, my versatility. That is what’s going to cement you in this industry, because I am a force to be reckoned with.” He was finished, he had pitched himself, fingers crossed.

  "I'm so sorry Ethan, he didn't mean-” Maggie started, Ethan held his hands to stop her.

  "You are Christian?" He asked looking at the rosary Alex wore around his neck at all times. All Alex could do was nod. He seemed to contemplate for a while. "When can you start?" He asked him, giving him a pointed look.

  "I…what?" He mustn’t have heard well, this man actually wanted to hire him? He had gotten an investor? After all these years? The joy he felt at that very moment was immeasurable!

  "When can you start?" He repeated.

  "I--I could start immediately.” He stammered. At the back of his mind was the birthday party his friends were holding for him, but this was more important, that could wait. At long last he was going to be releasing his very own line! The dream that he had had since sixteen was finally going to become a reality.

  "Be in my office with something for me by 11am tomorrow." He said, "I would want you to infuse me in the whole design process, I like to keep my eyes on my investment.” He could keep his eyes on him all he wanted. He was still in shock on how everything was finally coming together in his career. He was happy.

  ***

  The Grand Slam hotel was magnificent. The place had excellent lightening and design, but it wasn’t anything Ethan hadn’t seen before, growing up in wealth had ensured that he had seen the very best of everything. Several people passed him and threw appreciative looks at the pair of them, him and his date--He couldn’t remember her name-- she was exquisite, from the red dress she wore to her delicate physique, she looked like every man’s dream…every man’s boring dream!

  God, he was bored! So bored that he had started looking around for anything remotely interesting to keep him awake.

  “Your mother tells me you are a prince.” She said. Even her voice was boring! How was that possible? He smiled and nodded, he prided himself on being a gentleman.

  Thirty more minutes. He told himself, thirty minutes and I’m out of here.

  A loud cheer came from a table at the extreme end of the hotel, Ethan looked up to see someone blow candles from a cake. A birthday? He looked on interested. The party of four was three tables away and partially hidden from view, but right now they were more entertaining than this manikin that was seated before him.

  “You guys, aww. Thanks.” The voice of the celebrant carried to him, sounding very familiar. “You didn’t have to do this.” Ethan looked closer and then stopped. That was why.

  Alex. His new employee.

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nbsp; His cock stirred. He could feel his jeans bunching, he moved his hands to adjust it. What was wrong with him? He had never felt this way before, earlier when they had been having their first meeting, not looking at him was the only way he could think of to stop himself from jumping across the table and assaulting the young man with his body. He had a certain look about him, from his well-manicured nails to his perfectly threaded eyebrows, he looked very neat, like a guy that loved to spend time and money taking care of himself. But those eyes of his, those very blue eyes had told him that he wouldn’t mind getting down and dirty.

  Alex had on the silliest birthday hat he had ever seen, a plain white tee shirt and blue jeans but for some reason he couldn’t stop staring. His lean frame rocked back with laughter as someone in his little group said something. He looked on, there were three girls and one other guy, the guy kept hold of Alex’s hand like his life depended on it. Boyfriend? Huh. He would have thought that the young man would be at home getting something ready for him tomorrow.

  “Are you okay?” his date asked.

  “Yea, why?”

  “You just looked a bit… well… kind of upset just a few minutes ago.” Suddenly he wasn’t so amused anymore. He checked his watch, 25 more minutes! To hell with it.

  “Yea, upset stomach.” He lied. “It was lovely meeting you dear.” He said, not bothering to mention her name. “Say hi to your grandmother for me.” He kissed the woman on her cheeks and then walked out. He needed to be home anyways, lots of work to do, after all it was still a Monday.

  He had walked to the Grand Slam because it was so close to his penthouse and he had needed the fresh air, so there was no car to collect from the valet. He was at the back of the building by now, the streets were dark save only for a few street lights ahead.