Montgomery Billionaire Series

by Michelle Love

  “He wants me to make an exercise regimen out for him and a nutrition plan. Some people like me and want my help,” he says as we walk out the glass doors under the covered entrance.

  He gives the valet a hundred-dollar bill and a wink. I watch Bob run to get his car and it floors me that he didn’t even have to guess which one was his. “Getting to know my employees, are you?”

  “I am. You got a great bunch of guys working here. You know both of those guys thought it would be such a smart idea to have a person here who can help people get physically fit. Possibly adding years onto their lives.” He puts his arm around me and gives me a squeeze. “I can send you my resume. There is not a ton of work history on it. Well, there’s none, actually. You know what there is, though?”

  I shake my head. “What is there?”

  “A shit-ton of college. There is a lot of that. And guess what else there is?” he asks me as he continues to squeeze my shoulders in an attempt to show me just how strong he really is as if I didn’t already know.

  “What else is there, Tarzan,” I ask him as I push at him to release his death-grip on me which he doesn't do.

  “There are many, many recommendations from my professors. I tell you what, you have that meeting with the owners on Tuesday’s, right? Well, I’ll get you that resume before that meeting and maybe you could ask them what they think of the idea. You know, Dave let me know there’s an entire room that’s not being used at all. When I told him I could furnish it with exercise equipment he about crapped his pants. I’ll make sure to add a whole business plan about what all I can do for this spa to help the owners make a decision.”

  “Jude, this will not work. You can’t just come to work here. That will make things very hard,” I say as the valet comes back with his car.

  With a kiss to my cheek, he lets me out of his grip and gives me a smile. “What’s it going to make hard, baby? You keeping secrets from me?” He gives Bob a high five as Bob gets out of his car then he adds, “Your serious boyfriend.”

  Lord, what’s he trying to do to me?

  Chapter 7

  JUDE

  With my plan in action, I find Mercy calling me just as she gets off work just like I thought she would when she got my resume and noticed that I sent a copy to the owners as well. “Hey, baby,” I answer my cell.

  “Why did you send a copy of your resume and business plan to the owners?”

  “I was a little afraid you wouldn’t give it to them. I am an initiative taker, Mercy. I told you when I want something I get it. And I want to be around you more than your schedule will allow. So I made a plan to make that happen. You could make it a hell of a lot easier and just let me come over some and you can come to my place some until we see if this is a thing we really want to pursue and move all the way in together.”

  “Jesus, Jude! You’re spoiled completely rotten!” she shouts over the phone.

  “I am not!” I say defiantly. “I just know how to get what I want. That’s not spoiled. It’s innovative.”

  “Use all the words you want to describe your behavior. The bottom line is I’m giving you all I have to give and you still want more,” she says, sounding exasperated which pisses me off.

  “You’re being closed off for no fucking reason, Mercy. There is absolutely nothing that you’re hiding that I can’t cope with.”

  “Maybe it’s me who can’t cope with it. Did you ever stop to think about that? Maybe you aren’t the only person on the planet, Jude. Maybe, just maybe, there are other people and their feelings to consider before dropping a person into lives that might not be able to handle it if things between us don’t work out. It’s been a total of three days since you and I got together. Three fucking days, Jude!”

  “Who are these people that our relationship will affect?” I ask as now I think she might have some kids somewhere.

  “Never mind,” she says with a huff.

  “No, I will not, never mind. Do you have kids you don’t want me around? Or you think I’ll dump you because you have some bratty-ass kids? Cause I won’t end this because of some kids who can learn how to act right,” I let her know.

  “I do not have kids. And you are by far more bratty than any kids I’ve ever known in my life.”

  “Well, that’s pretty rude, Mercy,” I say as I pull away from the liquor store where I bought some wine and cheeses to take tomorrow when I make a surprise visit at her meeting with the owners who sent back an email asking me to join them. But since she’s being so mean, I’m not going to tell her that.

  “If you don’t have kids then what the fuck do you have?” I ask as I look for her car pulling out of the spa parking garage. “Where are you, Mercy? I want to give you one last kiss before you head home to your mystery cave or what the fuck ever you live in that has you ashamed to let me come over.”

  “I see you, Jude,” she says. “And I’m not stopping. I have to hurry. I have important things to take care of. There’s absolutely no time for any goodbye kisses.”

  “I don’t see that little red car. Where are you?” I ask again as I look all around.

  She laughs and it makes me crazy as she says, “I see you looking around. You won’t find me, Jude. Now go on about your business and let me go on about mine.”

  “Damn it, girl! Where are you? Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?” I look around and can’t see anything even close to resembling her car.

  “I’m on the highway now. You missed me,” she says with a laugh. “I suppose I’ll hear from you around nine. Or are you too pissed at me to call me now?”

  “I am pissed at you,” I say as I pull away from the parking lot and head toward my place. “Hey, my little sister is calling me. Let me call you right back.”

  “Wait,” she says. It’s too late, I’ve already switched calls.

  “Hey, little sister, what’s up?” I ask.

  “I’m at the gas station filling up my car and a woman who looks like the one you took to Mom and Dad’s party is filling up a tall and very masculine four-wheel-drive pick-up truck, bro,” she tells me.

  “What’s she wearing?” I ask to be sure she has the right lady.

  “All white. Like a pantsuit thing. I’m going to go say hi and see what’s up. Your lady friend may have herself another man, big brother.” She hangs up without telling me where the hell she’s at so I can go there too.

  So I call back but she doesn’t answer. And now my heart’s pounding. If Mercy’s with another man it just might kill me. Or it might him.

  MERCY

  “Hey, Mercy,” I hear a feminine voice call out to me as I put gas in my brother-in-law’s truck.

  I knew it was a great idea to take a car Jude doesn’t know about to work today. I had a feeling he’d try to follow me home. I look around and see a girl I recognize from somewhere.

  “Hi,” I say as the girl gets closer. Shit! It’s Jude’s little sister. “Hi, Rose, right?”

  She nods and comes up then leans against the truck. “Killer wheels, Mercy. I’d never have pegged you as a four by four junkie.”

  “Oh, I’m not. This isn’t mine. Well, it is but I didn’t buy it or anything like that. It belongs to.”

  She finishes the sentence for me. “It belongs to a man, doesn’t it?” Her eyes go narrow as she looks me over. “My brother really, really likes you, Mercy. So I need to know what the fuck is up.”

  Shit!

  Chapter 8

  MERCY

  Here I go with that deer in the headlights look again!

  I can’t tell Jude’s sister about my dead brother-in-law. That will lead to telling her about my dead sister and then my dead parents and then how I have my niece and nephew and things will just go downhill from there.

  So I say, “It is a man’s a truck. But I’m not seeing him or anything like that. Your brother’s heart is safe with me.”

  She looks me up and down. “What is it you do, Mercy?”

  She’s just about as intimidating to me as h
er brother was to her boyfriend. I find that kind of funny. “I’m the manager of a spa. I just got off of work.”

  Her head cocks to the side. “Jude hung around the house, moping all day yesterday over you. How come you won’t let him come over to your place?”

  This girl gets straight to the point!

  “My reasons are very personal,” I say as I take the nozzle from the gas pump out of the tank and put it back up.

  “Can I be straight forward with you, Mercy?” she asks me as if she hasn’t been completely straight forward so far.

  “Yes, I’d appreciate that, Rose.”

  “If you have kids, end things with Jude. He has no patience with them.” Her words hit me hard.

  “I don’t have any. But how do you know this for certain?” I ask as I screw the lid on the gas tank and climb up on the rail that runs along the underside of the truck so I can reach the door handle that’s too high to reach without the step.

  “Well, when I was a kid for one. He never let me play with him,” she says.

  “Yeah, but aren’t you like six years younger than him?” I ask because that’s what he told me.

  She nods. “Yeah, but that’s not all. You see, I have this friend of mine and she has two little kids. I let her come over to swim and she brought her kids who absolutely adored Jude. But he couldn’t be bothered to even tell them hello. He acted annoyed they were even there.”

  “Oh,” I say as I get this sinking feeling in my stomach.

  She nods. “Yeah, and he also dated this woman for like a minute until she told him she had two kids who lived with their dad. He dumped her with a text. It was pretty mean. Even if you don’t have kids, you look like you’re about the age to start wanting them. I can tell you that Jude isn’t the fatherly type. He just isn’t.”

  “Well, thanks for the insight. We really aren’t anywhere near close to talking about that kind of thing right now. It’s been three days, that’s it. Only three days, Rose. No reason to get into a discussion about kids just yet,” I say with a laugh but I really feel like crying.

  “You’re right, it is too early. So do you want to tell me whose truck this is or are you going to make me get the information myself? One way or the other, I will find out,” she says with a crooked smile.

  “It’s mine. It’s registered in my name. It seems you Hurst’s look out pretty close for one another,” I say as I climb in the truck feeling much better up and away from the young woman.

  “We do, Mercy.” She steps back as I close the door. “And we have a lot of money to make sure that anyone who hurts a Hurst gets what’s coming to them. That’s not a threat, Mercy. That’s what you call a promise.”

  With a nod, I roll the window up and start the truck. Fuck, that chick is intense!

  JUDE

  My cell rings as I’m hauling ass home and I see it’s my sister. “Where the fuck are you? I called you to find out what gas station you were at so I could go over there.”

  “Okay, it doesn’t matter now,” she says. “Something’s not right with her. She’s cagey as fuck.”

  “Why do you say that?” I ask. “Whose truck was that? What did she tell you? Did you get anything out of her?”

  “Hey!” she yells. “Shut up so I can tell you. Damn, Jude!”

  “Sorry. Okay, I’m just kind of freaking out. I really, really, like this one, Rose. You have no idea. She’s so perfect for me. She calls me out on my shit. She makes me feel thirty times better than any other woman has ever made me feel. If she’s got another man, I’m going to go insane. I know I will.”

  “Jude! Shit!” Rose yells at me over the phone. “It’s been three days, man! What’s gotten into you?”

  “I don’t know. That’s just it. I don’t know. This woman has me craving her. All of her. So tell me what you found out, please.” I tap the steering wheel, nervously with my fingers as I wait to hear what I think will be terrible news.

  “The truck is hers. But I want to caution you about her.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief that the truck is hers. It makes no real sense as she isn’t a four-wheel-drive kind of woman but at least it’s hers and not some man’s.

  “About what, Rose?” I ask as I pull into our private drive.

  “I saw a look in her eyes when I was asking her if she had any kids,” she says.

  “Does she?” I ask as I press the brake for no other reason than I think I should go slow to hear this news.

  “She said she didn’t. But I can see it in her eyes. She’s going to want kids, Jude. She’s not the one for you,” she says.

  “I’m not following you, Rose,” I say as I press the accelerator since I know now that she doesn’t have kids.

  “You hate kids,” she says.

  “Ha, no I don’t.” I laugh as I drive up to my parking spot and see my old dog coming to see me. “What makes you think that?”

  “Because I’ve seen you with them. You don’t like kids, Jude. This woman will want them. You should end it with her. You two are not compatible. Plus, I feel like she’s hiding something. Something big.”

  If it’s not a man, then I can handle anything else!

  Unexpected Brood

  Billionaire’s Quarry

  By Michelle Love

  Chapter 1

  MERCY

  The smell of antiseptic stings my nose as I sit, waiting with Mia on my lap for the emergency room physician to return and let me know what my poor two-year-old niece has that’s making her temperature rise and making her throw up like the girl from the Exorcist.

  Carter is curled up on the hospital bed, sleeping. It’s two in the morning and not exactly what I had in mind for tonight. I’ve needed to catch up on my sleep since Saturday night was so eventful.

  The fleeting thought of Jude and his strong arms as he held me the little I slept that night has me aching inside for him again. I sure could use him right now.

  The sound of fabric swishing as someone walks quickly toward our little curtained off room makes me pick my head up as it seems to have fallen on top of Mia’s for a moment as she’s fallen asleep, snuggled into my chest.

  The curtain is slid back and the young doctor steps inside of our tiny domain. “It’s that virus that’s been going around. It usually lasts only twenty-four hours. She should be fine by then.”

  “Okay,” I say as I get up, holding Mia and I look at the sleeping Carter and hate that I not only have to wake the little four-year-old up but I have to make him walk too.

  The young doctor looks at my situation and frowns. “No daddy?” His light blue eyes look at me with more than a bit of sorrow.

  I shake my head. “Nope. So, I guess it’s the usual thing for her. Plenty of fluids and rest?”

  He nods and goes to pick up Carter. “I’ll take him out to the car for you.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief and he hears it and it makes him frown even more. “Thank you, Doctor Stevens. I really appreciate it. Chances are he’ll get this next and he really needs his rest.”

  He follows me out, carrying the still passed out Carter and says, “It’s really none of my business but why don’t you let their father help out? Even if you guys aren’t together, he should still help.”

  I slow down so he can walk next to me. “Their father passed away two years ago. Their mother did too. I’m their aunt. Their single aunt.”

  “Oh,” he says as his cheeks go pink with embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t realize that.”

  His silence is why I avoid telling people about my situation. It’s uncomfortable and people always try to find something to say. Some special words to make it all better. Guess what? There are none.

  The walk to the car in complete silence is excruciating. I know it shouldn’t be. Maybe because I tell so few people about the tragic events that led up to me being a single mommy is why I feel so uncomfortable. I don’t know or care, I just wish it wasn’t this way.

  Grabbing my keys, I unlock the doors on the Suburban
and point at the back passenger side door. “That’s where his car seat is. Just set him in it, I’ll buckle him in after I get her squared away. Thanks, Doc.”

  Walking around the car, I put Mia in her car seat and pray she doesn’t spew again and make a mess that will make me sick too. I notice the young doctor strapping Carter in anyway and it makes me smile.

  After he’s done, he looks up and smiles at me. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

  “Sure,” I say as I finish the job of securing my precious cargo.

  He points to the back of the car. “Meet me at the back.”

  I close the door and wonder what he could possibly want. But to the back I go and find him waiting with one hand on the back as he leans against the black car. “Yes, Doctor Stevens?”

  “My name’s Collin. I graduated from college early because I started it when I was fifteen. I became a doctor last year. I’m twenty-five. Young for a doctor.” He looks me over and I suddenly feel really uneasy.

  I have on an old T-shirt, a pair of elastic waist shorts, house shoes that have seen better days and a tacky, red robe because Mia puked all over my good one. My hair is pulled back into a very messy bedhead ponytail and there’s no way I look attractive in the least, yet I think he’s about to ask me out.

  “You must be one of those geniuses,” I say then feel really stupid for saying it.

  He nods. “Yeah, anyway, what I wanted to talk to you about is really none of my business but I feel I have to say something.”

  Now, I’m getting uneasy as shit and shift my weight to my left foot as I cross my arms over my chest. “What is it?”

  He looks at me with a smile and says, “Have you seen a therapist about this?”

  Fuck!

  I nod. “I see her once a month. At first, it was once a week, but she thinks we’re making progress. Is my insanity really that obvious?”

  He laughs. “I wouldn’t call it insanity. I would say you’re taking this all on yourself and that you shouldn’t be. Don’t you have a friend who you could lean on during the hard times?”