BILLIONAIRE’S
INFATUATION
Book 5—Intoxicated
Scarlett Avery
Copyright © 2016 by Scarlett Avery
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Edited by RJ Locksley
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Billionaire’s Infatuation / Scarlett Avery
ISBN 978-1-987943-31-3
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Billionaire’s Infatuation Series
Book 1—Fixated
Book 2—Captivated
Book 3—Seduced
Book 4—Consumed
Book 5—Intoxicated
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CHAPTER ONE
Miranda
Chef Nigel Warner, my temporary boss until tomorrow, has me trapped between his menacing body and the frame of my car. The way he’s holding my wrist and hair makes it impossible for me to get away. He’s also cleverly placed his legs between mine, rendering me all but helpless. I’m sure he’s had way too much to drink and he’s not thinking clearly, but he’s officially scaring the shit out of me.
I don’t understand how someone can get this irate over me walking away from them. It’s late, for God’s sake. I suggested having lunch tomorrow. I really don’t know what the big deal is. It’s clear from the possessed way he’s staring at me he doesn’t see it that way. The only reason I’m backtracking like this and agreeing to have drinks with him—although I really don’t want to—is because I’m hoping to appease him enough to talk some sense into him.
“Oh, now you want us to go have a drink? That’s quite a change of heart, sweetheart.”
“We can even go back to your hotel and have our drinks at that lounge on the first floor. I hear it’s a really happening place… especially on Thursday nights.” I try to form a smile as best as I can.
He lets out a demonic laugh. “Too little, too late.” I swallow hard. My heartbeat is so erratic, I’m sure he can see how fast it’s drumming inside my chest. I have no doubt he knows how terrified I am right now.
There aren’t that many options for me at this point. If I don’t get away from his claws, I fear he’ll make good on his promise and rape me. How can things just freefall like this?
Nigel can be a bit much at times. He just doesn’t know how to tone down the fake charm. I’ll even go as far as to say he’s manipulative depending whom he’s dealing with. So no, he’s no choirboy, but I really didn’t see this violent and aggressive side to him. I’m completely taken aback. His eyes widen with anger every time he shouts at me. It’s as if he’s snapped and turned into the devil personified.
Although there are a few employees still working at this late hour, most of them are film editors, therefore they’ve most likely barricaded themselves in a soundproof room with their noses glued to computer screens. Some of them even wear headphones in order to focus even more. In other words, I’m royally fucked.
“Your wardrobe choice will come in handy.” Nigel smirks. His comment brings me back to reality.
“What are you talking about, Nigel?” I scream. I can hear irritation, frustration, impatience and most importantly panic in my voice. He’s threatening to violate me and out of the blue he’s now interested in my clothing? What the fuck?
He moves his leg and folds so his eyes meet mine. I turn my head to avoid his gaze, but he grabs my jaw to prevent me from looking away. “It’ll be much easier for me to pin you down against the bonnet of your car or the backseat—I haven’t decided quite yet—with only one hand while I yank up your skirt, pull your panties aside and slide my big fat cock right into your juicy pussy. Of course, if you’re one of those who likes to go commando, this will be child’s play. I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I laid eyes on you… or should I say on your fucking perfect tits. Oh, just to be clear, no condoms, sweet Miranda. I want you to feel my hungry dick inside you. If you’re not on the pill, we might even make a baby tonight. I’d love to impregnate you. You’d be officially all mine. I wonder what your boyfriend is going to say?”
He’s crazy. Scratch that. He’s delusional.
I’m sweating profusely now as a paralyzing sense of terror washes over me. This isn’t just lip service. Nigel is really going to hurt me. Everything about his body language indicates that he’s not likely to back off. Please, God. Save me. I say a silent prayer, hoping that by some miracle an escape plan will magically pop into my head.
“Nigel, you’re not thinking straight,” I beg.
What’s wrong with him? I haven’t done anything at all to provoke or seduce him. I’ve been walking around clad like a nun. This is the first time since Riley’s cocktail party that I’ve worn a skirt above the knee at the office. Why me?
“You’re right. It’s all your fault, Miranda. For weeks now I’ve been trying to catch your attention. I’ve pleaded with you to come out with me for one stupid little drink. I just wanted to get to know you better. But you ignore me. You pretend like I don’t exist. And then a few minutes ago you did it again. You brushed me off as if I were meaningless. Well, now you have no other choice but to pay attention to me, do you?” His smirking grin grows more evil by the second.
“I told you earlier. It’s not too late for that drink.”
“Sweetheart, I’m well past drinking. The only thing I want is to fuck you,” he spits out. “We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. Either way, my cock will end up inside you within the next few minutes.” He flashes me a triumphant smile, but I only see fangs.
When did Nigel go from being annoying to being a sadist?
In my panic I remember something personal about Nigel that might get him to back off. “You wouldn’t want someone to do this to your sister.”
“Leave my sister out of this,” he snaps. “This is between you and me. Not to mention, Joan would never disregard a guy who shows her an ounce of attention like you’ve done to me,” he spits out.
No, no, no. This cannot be happening to me.
CHAPTER TWO
Hunter
Collin, Shane and I are on our way to La Descarga—a fancy lounge where the hottest LA crowd hangs out. I’m sure Shane and I will have a blast sitting back and watching Collin work the patio. Watching him put his best moves on gorgeous women should take my mind off of the fact that I desperately want to be with Miranda tonight. Since I haven’t seen either of
the Dennison brothers in a while and Miranda is stuck working late because of Riley’s demanding shooting schedule, tonight’s a guys’ night out. I’m not complaining. It’s just that I really miss not seeing Miranda as often as usual and I don’t like that I’ve only been able to sleep with her body nestled into mine once this week, but I understand. She loves her job and the studio has no other choice but to finish shooting this special segment tonight since Nigel Warner is leaving tomorrow. Anyways, I’ll more than make up for it over this upcoming weekend. I have something very special planned for the two of us and I can’t wait.
My eyes are focused on the road ahead of me and it hits me how quickly we’re zooming down the highway on our way to Century City. On a beautiful Thursday night like this, traffic can be hit or miss. Clearly we’re lucky.
“Collin, I guess you being late, as usual—” I pause and wink at him. He shakes his head at me before shifting his attention back to his phone. “As I was saying, your tardiness paid off, since traffic is actually manageable for a change.”
He lifts his eyes to meet mine in the rearview mirror. “At least this time I have a good excuse. I had to wait for the Maserati dealership to hire a chauffeured car to get me to Shane’s place. Leaving Beverly Hills when the roads are jam-packed is a nightmare.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know. I remember driving from Sedona, Arizona with Jake a few years ago. We pulled an all-nighter and took turns behind the wheel during the ten-hour ride. When we got into LA at about four o’clock in the morning traffic was already building up. Un-fucking-believable.”
“We’re like New Yorkers. We’ll complain until we turn blue in the face, but few of us will ever leave this city… present company excluded, obviously,” Shane says with a teasing smile hanging from his lips.
“Bro, you’ve summed it up so well, but it’s nothing farm boy here would understand,” Collin chimes in.
Both Dennison brothers have a good laugh at my expense.
It’s practically a straight line from Shane’s house all the way to the Food Network studios and since the drive is fairly smooth, I have the luxury of being able to enjoy this conversation with my friends instead of being fixated on heavy traffic. Forty minutes after picking up the Dennison brothers, I take a right off of Santa Monica Boulevard onto Overland Avenue and I drive a few miles until I hit West Olympic Boulevard. From there I continue my drive along a stretch of road while Collin, Shane and I continue to banter amicably. I take another right on Kerwood Avenue for the final distance that separates me from my girl.
When the building finally comes into view, I announce, “We’re here.” As if the huge sign wasn’t enough.
“Finally,” Collin exhales. “My brother can grab his phone and you can go make out with your girlfriend. Hurry, you two,” Collins says, extending his finger in front of him. “I want to be at the lounge before ten o’clock. I’ve been dying for a drink all day and I’m due by now.”
“Yes, sir,” I quip.
I slow down as we get closer the security gate. Shane taps my arm and hands me something. “Here’s my pass. You’ll need to scan it to get in. The guards are just there to send a message, not to check us in.” I do as he says and in no time we’re making our way through the long driveway.
“Shane, where’s your office located?” I ask as we approach a fork in the row leading to several buildings. “There are so many studios here. Where do I park?”
“I’m over there,” he says, pointing to his right. “That said, Riley is shooting her show in a building that’s at the opposite end from my office. I’m not sure if tonight it’s studio C or D, but you might want to park over there instead. Lately, they’ve been recording in the larger studio.”
“Which is?” I ask.
“D—the one with the bright yellow door. Both buildings are a few steps from each other. If she’s in studio C, you can simply walk there. With your long legs, it’ll take you no time at all. It’s way closer than you parking near the offices where her desk is located. I’ve already been able to convince Miranda to move her car at the end of the afternoon when they have a break so she doesn’t have to walk across the building to get to her car when she leaves here late at night.”
“Thanks, buddy. That’s a great idea.”
“There are very few people left at this time of the day. I want to make sure she doesn’t have far to go from the door to her car. It’s pretty safe here, but why take a chance?”
“Good point.” I nod. “Let me call her again. Hopefully she’ll pick up this time. I know she’s not allowed a phone on set, maybe she’s on break.” I give the verbal command to my phone in the car mount. I wait patiently, hoping she’ll pick up. After three rings it goes straight to voicemail like it has all day. “Miranda, where are you? I’m at the studios with Shane and Collin. I’m about to park not too far from where Riley is filming. Can I see you? Call me back when you get this message or text me. I’ll try to find my way to where you are,” I say and end the call.
I sigh, a little irritated. I take my eyes off the road for a millisecond. “We haven’t been in touch all day. It’s not like her not to get back to me. I was too busy earlier today, but I’ve been leaving voice messages and texting her since I finished with my last interview of the day at around four and still I haven’t heard a word from her,” I tell Shane.
“Don’t be such a worried boyfriend,” he teases. “I’m sure she’s had another hectic day. That’s all.”
“I guess so. I hope she can get away for a few minutes.”
“At this late time, I’m sure they’re about to wrap up if they haven’t already. Members of the production crew always hang out after they’re done filming. We’ll figure out where she is,” he reassures me. “Hunter, go up that road and make a left. You can park there. Collin and I will walk to my office while you go steal a kiss from your girlfriend.” He winks.
“What? You want me to come with you? What good am I going to be to you while you retrieve your phone, Shane?” Collin huffs. “I was planning on sitting here and checking updates on Facebook,” Collin laments like a kid.
“Oh, grow up, Collin,” Shane snaps.
“One kiss, Evans. That’s all you get before Shane and I drag you out of out there. It’s a guys’ night out. You’ll have the entire weekend to make out with her.”
“Collin, one day it’ll happen to you and you’ll understand.”
“No way. I want to remain single until I’m eighty. Shane here is the next one to take the bait. He has a sensitive side. I don’t. I’m pure testosterone,” Collin sneers, pumping his chest out.
I scan in front of me, unable to locate Miranda’s Volkswagen. “Shane, I see a few cars here, but not hers.”
“Just park here, Hunter. Studio C is next door. My bad. I thought they were recording in the bigger studio tonight, but I guess I was wrong. It’s no big deal. We’ll all go inside, I’ll give you a quick tour and then you can go see her. The way these buildings are built is quite particular. I guess they were trying to salvage these old vintage structures from the heyday of the golden film era instead of tearing them down. The doors to each studio are at opposite ends, but most of the recording studios are smack in the middle in the newer renovated section, which is soundproof.”
“All right. I’ll take your word for it.” I park, cut the engine off and turn to face Collin in the backseat. “Fine, man whore. Let’s go.” We all open the door at the same time and I freeze when I hear someone yelling in the background.
“There’s a better way.” Miranda?
“No, dear, you don’t get to tell me what to do and not do. You’re in no position for that.” Nigel? It’s impossible for me to ever forget that voice.
What the hell is going on? Are they fighting over something? “Did you guys hear that?” I ask in a low voice, shifting my eyes from one Dennison brother to the other. Both Shane and Collin nod. I open my mouth to speak again, but the shouting resumes.
“Please stop, Ni
gel, don’t do this. I’m begging. I have a boyfriend. I’d never cheat on him,” Miranda wails.
“I told you already to fucking shut up, Miranda. The only reason you should be using your mouth is to suck my dick. Your pleas are falling on deaf ears. I don’t give a damn about your stupid boyfriend. This is about me taking what I want. Your tight little cunt is mine, Miranda.” Hearing Nigel’s chilling words brings bile up from my stomach to my throat.
My blood goes cold. Shane, Collin and I look at each other and it’s clear from the freaked-out look on their faces we’re fully aware of what’s happening. “Fuck, Miranda’s in danger,” I growl. I don’t even bother closing the door of my SUV. I’m already running towards her. My vision goes red with rage as I imagine Miranda as a victim to this monster.
Behind me, Shane grumbles before shouting instructions at his brother. “Fucking jackass. Collin, call 911. Now. Tell them to go to the parking lot of studio C. Make sure they know it’s the building with the bright green door. When you’re done, go help Hunter. I’m going to run back to the gate to alert the security guards. Hurry.”
My run turns into a sprint. My target? A British piece of shit who’s threatening to hurt my girl. I intend on making him eat every single filthy word he threw at her. The last thing you want is a guy who’s six-five of muscle and rage charging at you with tunnel vision.
When I turn the corner the scene unfolding in front of me is shocking. Miranda is fighting like a champ while Nigel is doing his best to handicap her movements.
“You’re not going to touch me. I won’t allow it,” Miranda yells, almost hysterical. She stomps on his foot and shoves him off as best as she can with a scream, but the motherfucker comes right back at her. Good girl. I pick up my speed and run faster to close the distance that separates me from the creep who’s about to learn what happens when you put your hands on another man’s woman.
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