The Billionaire's Assistant: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Oh no. This was it. They were going to charge him. I couldn’t stand it another second. As Ryan went to the judge’s chambers, I made my way out of the courthouse as fast as I could.

  My body was filled with adrenaline and I just needed to run.

  I ran down the front steps and started to run down the street, I needed some relief from the horrible feeling of dread that had built up inside of me.

  ***

  As I rounded the corner I saw a black SUV, but there did not appear to be anyone around. I slowed down out of caution and then BAM!

  Someone had their arms around me and pulled me toward the SUV.

  I screamed out, but then he put his gloved hand over my mouth to prevent my screams from being heard.

  Fear filled my body and I kicked and screamed to try and get away.

  “Jennifer, it’s just me Jackson. Stop screaming.”

  He set me down near the car door and I just stood there and looked at him. Why was Ryan’s driver trying to kidnap me?

  “What are you doing?”

  “I need you to come with me.”

  “Well then calling me would be a better way than trying to kidnap me.”

  “I’m sorry I saw you running and I just grabbed for you. I wasn’t thinking.” Jackson said as he opened the back door to the SUV. “Get in.”

  I just looked at him and didn’t move. My mind raced as I tried to play all the possible scenarios in my head.

  Why would Jackson be several blocks away from the courthouse? Why would he be waiting for me? Something strange was going on.

  “Um I think I should just head back to my place and wait for Ryan. He’s going to want to talk to me when he’s done talking to the judge.”

  “Yes, Ryan called me. He wanted me to pick you up and bring you to meet him when he was done.”

  “Oh you talked to him? How was his meeting with the judge?”

  “He was just going in there, said to get you and meet him when he was done.”

  My warning radar was going off like crazy as I looked at Jackson. Something was going on. That was for sure. I wasn’t going to get into his SUV at all. I needed to get away from Jackson and just get home.

  “I need to grab something at home first. Why don’t you just come pick me up from there when you get Ryan?

  I started to walk away and Jackson grabbed me again. This time he was firmer with me and he didn’t set me down outside of the SUV. He used one hand and opened the back door and then pressed me into the vehicle.

  “Jackson, I don’t know what’s going on but I need to get home.”

  “You can’t go home. I have been instructed to bring you somewhere else.”

  I heard the lock of the doors as we sped off down the street.

  Quickly I tried each of the back doors but they wouldn’t open.

  “Jackson, you let me out of this vehicle right now. I don’t know who paid you or what they want with me but I am not going to just let you kidnap me like this.”

  “I don’t think you really have a say in any of this do you?” Jackson laughed from the front seat.

  His laugh didn’t seem evil though. I didn’t really know what was going on, but he seemed to be laughing at me much nicer than I would have expected for someone who had just kidnapped me off the street.

  Ryan

  “Mr. King, I’m glad we could work together like this,” Judge Henry said.

  “Thank you Judge. I’m happy to have helped. Do you think my father had any idea what was going on?”

  “No, you did a great job. We never could have gotten a confession from him without your help.”

  “Thank you sir,” I said as I shook the judge’s hand.

  “You try to stay out of trouble for a little while, would you?”

  “Of course Judge.”

  I made my way to the door and out of the judge’s chambers. Unfortunately I had expected that Jennifer would have taken off by then. Even though I had asked her to promise to stay, I knew she couldn’t have imagined what had happened that day.

  “Mr. King, are you sure you want to decline witness protection services?” Judge Henry said as he came out of his chambers.

  “Yes, sir. I’m well aware of how to keep myself hidden.”

  I turned and left the court room and made my way to my vehicle. I only had about twenty minutes to get to the airport. There was no time to waste.

  I drove fast. The kind of fast a person drives when they have just helped convict the most notorious murderer in their state. Yes he was my father, but that didn’t matter. I saw the holes in his case and there was only a matter of time before he was able to get released because of lack of evidence.

  But now, he would never see the light of day again. I had done that. Yet he thought the whole time he had control over me. My father actually thought he could control me like he had done all my childhood. Well I showed him.

  I proved that blood is not always thicker than water. Now I just had to make up with Jennifer. Right now she probably thought I was the scum of the earth. She probably thought so many things about me. Maybe she even thought I was going to be arrested and sent to prison.

  As I pulled into the airport I saw Jackson standing in front of my jet. He had a grin that stretched from one side of his face to the other.

  “What is this all about?” I asked him.

  “That girl of yours, she sure is a firecracker.”

  I had to laugh. I could only imagine how hard it was for Jackson to get Jennifer onto the airplane. She likely did not come willingly.

  “She is on there, right?”

  “Oh yeah. She is on there. But she is not happy.”

  “Alright, thanks Jackson. I can’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you.”

  “Sure thing boss. When do you think you’ll be back?” Jackson asked as he walked back toward the SUV.

  “Not sure. I’ll let you know though. Take some time to relax.”

  “Ok boss. Stay safe.”

  I walked up the steps to the jet and looked around the corner to see what Jennifer was doing.

  I had to laugh as I saw her talking to herself and pacing angrily.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as I put my hands up and walked into the airplane.

  I walked as if there were a gun being pointed at me and I was ready to surrender. But that was exactly what I was ready to do. I was ready to surrender to Jennifer.

  “What the hell is going on here? Why did Jackson bring me here? Why did the judge set you free? I can’t take this all Ryan. I have no idea what is going on.”

  Jennifer literally looked like she might explode she was so angry.

  “How about we sit down and talk for a minute? Let me just ell the pilot where we are going.”

  I turned around and poked my head in to the cockpit to tell the pilot where I wanted him to take us. I knew it would take a minute or two for him to get the flight approved for takeoff.

  As I walked back into the plane, the stewardess closed the door and prepared the things she needed to do. I made eye contact with Jennifer and couldn’t help but smile at how angry she was with me.

  “You know I can’t just take off without telling people. They will freak out. Where are we going? When will we be back?”

  I dialed my phone.

  “Hi Rose. It’s Mr. King from school. Just wanted you to know I have Jennifer with me and we are going away for a hot sex filled vacation. You don’t have to worry about her.” I smiled as Jennifer gasped at what I said. “Oh yes I will.”

  I hung up the phone just as Jennifer was about to get it away from me.

  “What are you doing? I can’t go away with you I have class.” She continued to protest.

  So I dialed my phone again.

  “Hello Dean. Yes that is exciting about our win. Yes. Of course. Oh yes, and I’m having a bit of an affair with my student Jennifer. Oh yes sir I understand. I won’t …. Thank you sir. See you when we get back from our celebratory trip.”

  �
�Ryan!” Jennifer yelled at me as she jumped onto my lap.

  Her legs straddled me as she tried to get my phone again.

  “You didn’t really call him. Did you?”

  I just smiled.

  “Would it matter? The plan is already taking off.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her close to me.

  With one quick motion I grabbed the seat belt and clicked it around the both of us; locking her right there on my lap.

  “Ryan, what is going on?”

  “How about I promise to explain it all to you during our twelve hour flight?”

  “What? I can’t go that far away. Where are we going? Not Russia I hope. Please not Russia.”

  Again I laughed.

  “No need for Russia. No one is in trouble here. I was thinking Bali would be a better place to celebrate.”

  Jennifer relaxed a lot after hearing that I wasn’t in trouble. I felt her body mold in against mine.

  “So you’re not in trouble?”

  “Nope.”

  “And we are going to Bali together?”

  “Yep.”

  “Okay,” Jennifer leaned down and wrapped her arms around me. “So tell me everything,” she said as she held onto me.

  “Well I’d like to take care of something else first if you don’t mind?”

  “Sure, what is it?”

  I pulled her shirt up over her head and brought one of her nipples into my mouth.

  “You…I’d like to take care of you first.”

  THE END -

  As promised, here is the first book of my new box set!

  Working Title: Bad Boy Brothers: A Southern Mafia Billionaire Romance

  Chapter 1

  “Alicia’s Big Sale Part I”

  Something’s wrong with me, I know. I guess I never knew what exactly until many years after the fact. A personality disorder, “borderline,” or maybe just delusional about what was really happening in the world around me. Growing up, I always thought I was a good girl, someone who looked both ways before crossing the street, someone who said hello to the shy person hiding in the background, and the kind of person who listened to every side of the story. They even used to call me a nice girl.

  But danger has always been attracted to me. I am an amusement of predators and defender of black sheep. A herbivorous creature barely surviving in a world of omnivores. Trouble stalks me, and it doesn’t let go. And I can’t seem to avoid it, no matter how hard I try; bad things always find me.

  I never understood what a “bad boy” looked like. Is being bad wearing a certain type of clothing or flaunting your opinions in front of others? Or is being bad just having a strong opinion when the majority decides for us? Is being bad just being mean to the little guy, or is it also being assertive to the bullies of society?

  I don’t know about that … but I know I definitely have a “type” when it comes to men, or at least the type of men that approach me. I’m in my mid-twenties, straight black hair, white skin, a nice smile (so I’m told) and the kind of nondescript face which makes men come up with phony compliments like, “I like your outfit” or “Nice shoes.” Maybe the crazies have always found my pacifist nature and sympathetic face calming—the opposite look that the rest of the world gives them.

  “You don’t like single guys because they bore you,” Derrick said. “But I can tell one thing about you right now, Alicia. Danger is what turns you on.”

  “Well, I don’t go around juggling razor blades or putting my fingers directly on a hot pan before making an omelet,” I said in jest. “I think the world is a dangerous place enough already. But I try to avoid getting hurt as much as possible.”

  “Don’t be so modest,” he said with a devious smile. “You know what Helen Keller once said.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Security is a superstition. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.”

  Derrick had asked me out a week prior, and so I finally decided to have coffee with him, after he continued to pester me via text message and email, saying I was ‘afraid’ of him, or something to that effect. Funny guy. Derrick was a fairly handsome man, average body, curly brown hair, nice clean face and a little bit of an attitude, which is a good thing. I guess dating is just not a big deal for me like it is for everyone else.

  “Yeah, that’s what everyone thinks … everyone wants an exciting life,” I said in sarcasm. “Until they find themselves in a waking nightmare like I did with my ex. Like, realizing you’re dating a schizophrenic drug dealer. Lot of fun to be waking up to your boyfriend freaking out at three a.m. and being told to flush a hundred baggies.”

  “Owch,” Derrick said, sweetening his coffee. “Sorry to disappoint you. I’m not that exciting. I buy my pot from a friend who knows a friend, like everyone else in Dallas.”

  “Oh, yeah right,” I said with a smirk. “That was such a train wreck of a relationship. My mom insisted that we come to church with her weekend. So then James starts lighting a blunt right in the church bathroom!”

  “Nice!”

  We both laughed. One of those embarrassing memories you want to laugh about … and never relive again.

  “Yeah ever since then, I just try to avoid dudes that come across too strong, you know? Like a lot of these gangster wannabes that come up to me at the mall. They’re all like, ‘Hey bitch, why you look so sad?’ Like I’m supposed to respond to that.”

  “Classy,” Derrick said with a frown.

  “Yeah. It’s like with guys today it’s all about showing off in front of their friends or showing women they got big balls. But romance is pretty much dead.”

  “Romance isn’t dead,” Derrick said with a smile. “We just hide it like a personal flaw sometimes.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t. Being romantic and kind is always a good thing.”

  “But proper timing is even important,” Derrick said with a forced smile.

  Derrick, to his credit, wasn’t a jackass, nor a scaredy-cat afraid to make eye contact. He played his part well. I decided to arrange for a second date, a real dinner this time. Probably at his house since he was quite excited about cooking for me. That’s usually how it goes, isn’t it? Second date sex or at least a long make out session. Derrick didn’t seem to have any red flags, so it seemed predictable he would rise to the top of my list and become boyfriend-ish material.

  For a moment, I panicked, wondering how strange it is that when it comes to sex, we all have a first-come-first-served basis. Nobody’s better than anybody, we all just “fit” each other sometimes. To someone else, a guy like Derrick—employed, fun on the weekends, a sense of humor and good looks—is the total package. Why then didn’t I feel more of an attraction…or was that what was bound to happen on date number two?

  For that matter, why did I insist on making everything so unromantic? Derrick wasn’t saving me from anything, wasn’t exactly a knight in shining armor. But who is?

  “What do you do anyway?”

  “You first,” he said with a smile.

  “Assistant agent, real estate.”

  “Ah. Not bad.”

  “You?”

  “What do I do, or where do I work? Two very different questions.”

  “Both. Or whichever is more interesting,” I said with a silly smirk.

  “Actually, my work is more interesting than my passion.”

  “Oh do tell!”

  “I’m a bounty hunter.”

  “Ohh, dangerous,” I said with a giggle.

  “It is sometimes. Sometimes it’s dull work. But what matters is that I look tough, right?

  “But my passion is My Little Pony.”

  “Wow, that’s so cool,” I said, shaking my head. “Very unusual.”

  “I’m joking, Alicia.”

  “Oh! Good!” We both laughed. “I wasn’t sure how to be PC about that.”

  “No, my passions are charity, politics, environmentalism … the most boring of all, right?”

  “Not at all,” I said,
meeting his eyes and nodding firmly.

  The more I spoke to Derrick, the more I seemed comfortable with the idea of dating him seriously, even if I wasn’t exactly aching for him in my loins. There was an understated joy to dating someone mature and positive. Actually, the fact that he was a bounty hunter did make him a little more interesting to me. So maybe what every girl wants is someone who seems dangerous but is actually as safe as a teddy bear.

  A safe man who seems dangerous. Now that seemed to be a fitting description of David Jackson. And sure enough, the day I first met David Jackson, everything I thought I knew about Derrick went flying out the window.

  When I met David Jackson, I forgot everything about dating criteria, what I wanted or thought I wanted, and all expectations. The man just had a way of making me feel on edge, captivated by his words. Always aware of his presence because he owned every moment he spent with you.

  I worked in real estate but wasn’t exactly the most prized mover and shaker. Still, as an assistant real estate agent, I was often put in charge of overseeing clients. I met David under unusual circumstances, which my boss Blake Fields, really never saw coming. We were still in the office at about four, and Blake was ready to call it a day.

  “David Jackson is supposedly talking about showing up tomorrow to talk with Eli. He wanted to come today, but I told him I really didn’t have anyone on hand. I don’t think you’re ready to deal with a guy like David anyway. He’s loud-mouthed, you know. He only seems to respect other men.”

  “What a nice guy,” I said with a head tilt.

  “Yeah right. So he’s coming tomorrow, or he might not come at all. But just in case he shows up, stay till six o’clock and take a message.”

  “But like, do you want me to answer any of his questions?”

  “The information is all on the property deed. You can answer basic questions, nothing about appearances because he obviously can’t view it until tomorrow. I really don’t expect him to show up. These rich southern guys you know … they’re hot heads. If they don’t get their way, they say the deal’s off.”