by Raina Wilde
Enticed by the Billionaire
A Billionaire Romance Collection
Tempted by the Alpha Billionaire
Midnight in Monaco
Forbidden Seduction
By Raina Wilde
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Table of Contents
Tempted by the Alpha Billionaire
Midnight in Monaco
Forbidden Seduction
Bonus 1: Fighting For Love
Bonus 2: SEALed Hearts
Bonus 4: Claimed by the Enemy Highlander
Bonus 5: The Rebellious Highlander Bride
Bonus 6: Forbidden Highland Love
Bonus 7: Deception in the Highlands
Bonus 8: Hunting For a Highland Husband
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Tempted by the Alpha Billionaire
Neelia Jones, award-winning journalist for one of the country’s most prominent news publications, wheeled her designer luggage up the stone driveway to the elegant three-story vacation home that sat nestled on the banks of an isolated Colorado lake. She was already annoyed with her visit. Her stiletto heels kept sinking beneath the stones and her luggage hobbled along behind her like a drunken sailor. She pulled a scarf over her hair to protect it from tangling in the violent wind and mentally chastised herself for extensive styling she’d had done the previous day. If she and her belongings survived this trip it would be a miracle indeed.
Neelia had informed Hillary, her best friend since junior high, that she simply could not take time off from work at the moment, but Hillary had insisted that it was important. Newly married to Jake Matherson, Hillary was enthusiastically embracing the transition from upscale NYC to the beautiful, but rustic, northern Colorado. Neelia loved her friend, and her new husband, but after their intimate wedding Neelia had decided that she would not be disappointed if she never had to return to this middle-of-nowhere town again.
Neelia tugged her bag over a particularly brutal rut as she remembered her visit to this very town only six months prior. Hillary’s wedding had been the perfect representation of subtle elegance. Neelia smiled as she pictured Hillary’s blonde curls and pale, blushing skin; so very different from Neelia’s own flawless golden umber tones. Though the girls had been the epitome of physical opposites, they had quickly discovered a kindred spirit in their love for music and competitive sports and games. While the wedding had been straight out of a fairy tale, Neelia gritted her teeth at the memory of the pompous groomsman with which she had been paired. Drew Matherson, elder brother to Hillary’s husband and heir to the Matherson fortune, had been the bane of Neelia’s existence from the moment they had laid eyes on each other. Sure, she shrugged, he was devastatingly handsome with his light brown hair and striking blue eyes but the cocky alpha-male took sick pleasure in goading Neelia’s headstrong, independent side to purposely encourage heated arguments that only left her on the brink of wanting to throttle the man. If her parents hadn’t raised her better, Neelia would have been sorely tempted to veritably scream at him.
Neelia paused and brushed her hands down the length of her fitted suit skirt. She took a breath and composed herself. She would not let the memory of Drew Matherson ruffle her feathers. Anyway, she reminded herself, he was sure to be occupied with business during her visit and she had no need to worry about another confrontation with that infuriating man. She fixed a happy grin back on her face, accentuating brilliantly white teeth against the deep ruby lipstick that was a recent gift from Neelia’s mother, and mounted the steps that led to Jake and Hillary’s new home.
Before she was able to ring the doorbell, Hillary came bursting onto the porch and enveloped Neelia in an exuberant hug.
“Oh Neelia, I’m so glad that you’re here.” Hillary was flitting around like a psychotic butterfly, grabbing Neelia’s luggage and tugging her into the expansive foyer.
“Wow Hill, slow down.” Neelia laughed when she finally regained control of her own body. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on that I had to take a full week off of work?”
“Oh it won’t even matter!” Hillary laughed, “You’ll be working and I guarantee that when you finish the story your editor is going to pay you for every second that you spent here.” She said this with such certainty that Neelia’s journalistic instincts were instantly intrigued.
“A story?” Neelia raised an eyebrow with dramatic interest. “What kind of a story are we talking about?”
“The kind of story that any other journalist would break your legs to get their hands on!” Hillary was being intentionally obtuse. “We can discuss it later. Right now, let’s grab the rest of your luggage and I’ll show you to your suite. You can unpack while I pester you with questions about everyone back in the city.”
That is exactly what happened. Neelia unpacked her clothing and toiletries while Hillary lay on her back on the middle of the queen sized bed, flipping a pillow into the air and catching it. She peppered Neelia with questions about their mutual friends, Neelia’s family, and the anti-climatic breakup with Neelia’s ex-boyfriend that occurred just over four months ago. They had already discussed all of these topics over the phone, but there was something to be said about having the conversation in person that made the discussion seem, somehow, more relevant.
A few hours later, after touring the extensive home and discussing all of the renovations that were under way, the girls moved to the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. One of Neelia’s favorite things about Hillary’s new lifestyle was that, despite the enormous income that Jake earned working for his brother, she took pride in running their household without the help of domestic employees. Hillary was just as likely to be found scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees with a bandana tied around her hair, as at a red carpet charity event draped in a designer gown and jewels. Neelia knew that she would never be able to give up her career to maintain the list of duties that Hillary performed on a daily basis, but she liked the idea that her friend refused to allow wealth to dictate which tasks were considered too menial to perform.
Neelia was elbow deep in a bowl of lettuce when she heard the front door open and a series of voices enter into the hallway.
“We’ll be ready in a minute.” Hillary shouted out into the hallway, “Jake, if you could serve the drinks in the dining room, we are almost finished in here.”
“Red wine?” Jake Matherson popped his head around the corner and kissed his nodding wife on the forehead. “Neelia, what would you like?” he asked.
“Red would be perfect. Thank you.” Neelia looked over her shoulder in time to see Drew Matherson pass in the doorway behind his brother. At the sound of her name his head had jerked up to make eye contact with Neelia. Neelia looked resolutely back into the salad bowl and focused her attention on adding the final toppings. Her heart was beating fast, and she told herself not to let that pompous, wealthy, arrogant, womanizing, selfish… well, really she could spe
nd all day insulting him. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was perfectly capable of sharing a group dinner with Drew Matherson without the risk of nuclear meltdown.
She heard the group move into the dining room and turned to see Hillary staring at her with guilt written all over her face. She shrugged and raised her palms to the ceiling.
“OK. So, I know you guys kind of hate each other…” Hillary began. “but Jake invited his family to dinner and I couldn’t very well tell him to leave out his brother. I mean, come on. That would be pretty low.”
Neelia laughed at her friend’s obvious discomfort.
“It’s fine. We are all adults here.” Neelia provided. She was glad that she had been able to control her initial reaction so quickly.
“Right! We are all adults here.” She repeated Neelia’s words. “We can keep that in mind no matter what brings us together.” Hillary clapped her hands with a finality and enthusiasm that frightened Neelia.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Oh, don’t you worry about it. Just remember that you are both adults.” Neelia did not like the change in terminology. Before she was able to repeat her question Hillary grabbed a dish and marched toward the dining room. Neelia followed her with the salad, an eerie sense of foreboding nestled in her stomach.
The primary portion of the meal went by without a hitch. Jake’s parents sat at either end of the table, while the newlyweds shared one side and Neelia and Drew, the other. At first Neelia thought that this arrangement was bound to be awkward but she soon found that having Drew seated to her left allowed her to glance at, and speak with, all other members of the dinner party without the risk of making eye contact with her nemesis. Overall, Neelia was pleased with the balance that they found between avoiding each other and brief acknowledgements that eliminated any appearance of rude intention.
As Hillary began distributing dessert, Neelia was just about to congratulate herself for a successful encounter when Mrs. Matherson turned to Drew with a very pointed look.
“Honey, your father and I would like to discuss that article.” She began.
Drew froze with a fork full of cobbler halfway to his mouth. His eyes were trained on the bowl in front of him. Neelia allowed herself a quick glance that confirmed his attempt at composure.
He set down the uneaten dessert and turned slowly toward his mother, who had placed her hand gently on her forearm. The gesture was a dual-edged blade. The appearance of comfort and the directive to remain seated for the discussion.
“I thought that we had already discussed the article.” Drew placed his tongue in his cheek; a gesture Neelia remembered from when he would tease her now displayed his discomfort. She busied herself with her own dessert. Somehow, it felt like an intrusion of his privacy to be present for this conversation and yet she did not want to cause a scene by leaving the table.
Neelia knew exactly which article Mrs. Matherson was referring to. Two weeks ago an interview had been released by one of Drew’s ex-girlfriends. The CEO of the multi-billion dollar real estate development corporation was extremely tight lipped about his life. In fact, he had never once granted an interview, nor made a personal statement, no matter who offered to place him in the limelight. As one of the most desired and eligible bachelors in the world, Drew Matherson was a veritable anomaly. Little was known about him, other than his extreme success in expanding his father’s business and a drool-worthy physique, resulting in intense speculation about the man behind Matherson International Development.
When the article was released it was clear to Neelia that the scorned lover had biased the interview. However, she had taken sick pleasure in seeing an unsuspecting Matherson skewered by the mass public and doubted that the slanderous accusations had fallen far from the truth.
Neelia refocused on the conversation to hear Jake recounting a report from their PR analyst stating that the reputation of the company was being adversely affected by the interview.
“We can ride it out.” Drew was arguing. “It won’t take long for people to forget the article, and the quality of our work and designs far outweigh any false claims that Melina can make.”
“It does matter if she is presenting the face of our company as a power-hungry, misogynist who does nothing but ruin the communities in which he builds.” Jake replied.
“I’m a workaholic, I can’t deny that,” Drew was speaking very calmly for someone whose entire, pristine reputation had been tarnished in a single day. “but never have I worked for power and you know we’ve improved every community that we’ve touched. We’ve never destroyed anything. A real reporter would have checked the facts before publishing Melina’s lies, including the fact that we fully support all of our female employees.”
Jake slammed his hand on the table, causing Neelia to jump. “Damn-it, Drew. Anyone who knows you knows how off base those claims are. But it doesn’t matter because you never speak out. Melina can spin whatever tales she wants because there is no proof to go against it.”
“There is plenty of proof out there to be found.” Drew repeated.
“Nobody is going to search for it, unless you show them. Unless you make them see that she is a liar. It has been over two weeks and not a single journalist has made any effort past calling you for a statement. They don’t want to prove her wrong. It’s more fun for the story if you are suddenly a ‘Bad Boy’”. Hillary placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder, standing up to address the group. Neelia continued to stir her food, wishing that she could have slipped quietly upstairs without anyone noticing.
“I have a solution.” Hillary began. Her cautious tone brought Neelia’s eyes up to meet her friend. Hillary was watching her carefully and Neelia felt a sudden burst of panic. She was fairly certain that she knew where her friend was heading and she did not like it one bit.
Neelia shook her head slowly and tried to communicate her disapproval to Hillary. Instead, her friend squared her shoulders and plundered on.
“Drew will release an exclusive interview. With it being his first ever, everyone will be sure to read it.” She began.
“I don’t do interviews.” Drew interrupted.
“You do now.” Jake informed. “The board took a vote and unanimously decided in favor of it.”
“I’m on the board!” Drew countered. “I vote against it.”
“I counter your vote, Son.” Their father finally spoke, his gray hair belying the strength that still shone in his vibrant blue eyes. “I think I still have a say in how you run my company and I say that you need to fix this.”
“Yes, Sir.” Drew spoke softly, returning his gaze to his fork. Neelia was shocked with how easily he had acquiesced to his father. She would have expected Drew Matherson to have a my-way-or-the-highway attitude that extended into every portion of his life.
“Excellent. Now, Miss Neelia,” Mr. Matherson turned to grasp Neelia’s hand. She was certain that there could be nothing but complete shock written across her face. Her eyes were wide and she had to remind herself to exhale. “would you be so kind as to conduct an interview, do proper research, and write whatever article you feel truly represents my son and this company?”
Neelia’s jaw dropped. How could she say no to this kind old man? How could she abandon her friend’s new family in their time of need? Yet, how could she write a redeeming story about a man she hates? Neelia refused to lie in her journalism. Truth was not something that she was willing to sacrifice for a paycheck.
“She can’t write about me.” Drew whispered. “Neelia’s not exactly a fan of mine.”
Neelia shifted her eyes to the man beside her. Well, he wasn’t stupid, she thought. Before she could agree Hillary interjected.
“We are all adults here. Neelia is excellent at putting her emotions aside to find the truth.” Hillary smiled with the knowledge that Neelia recognized her reference to their earlier conversation.
“I…” Neelia stammered. “I don’t think…” She was torn between absolute h
orror and realizing that this was the opportunity of a lifetime. This article would be distributed worldwide, further than any of her writing thus far.
Mr. Matherson gave Neelia’s hand a gentle squeeze. She had forgotten that he still held it.
“Take some time to think about it.” He smiled a wrinkled grin. “Hillary has already cleared it with your editor who, we must inform you, is very excited about the proposition.”
She glanced at Drew, who had a severe, disgruntled look as he continued to poke at his dish. She looked at the four other faces, smiling back at her as if she was the perfect solution to all of their problems.
Neelia pushed herself up from her seat, finally drawing Drew’s anxious gaze.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she tried to keep her voice from shaking. “I need to call my editor. Thank you for dinner.” Neelia exited the dining room acutely aware of the five pairs of eyes that followed her. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she sprinted up the two flights to her room.
Thirty minutes later Neelia hung up her cell phone. She had a headache that was not being aided by the pulling at her scalp from the new hairstyle. She rubbed her temples and lay back on the plush duvet. Her editor had demanded that she accept the article. Jackson Reeves was retiring in the fall and Neelia had applied for his position. As editor she could work from anywhere, allowing Neelia the freedom to travel, following whatever story peaked her interest at the time. Jackson had informed Neelia that this article would effectively seal her position as forerunner over all other applicants.
There was a soft knock at the door that Neelia ignored by telling herself that it had come from further down the hall. When it occurred again she raised herself, with a sigh, to answer its call.
She opened the door to find Drew Matherson leaning seductively against the frame. No, Neelia corrected herself, he was just leaning against the frame. She realized that Drew was not attempting to be seductive. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable. It had been Neelia’s own approval of his appearance, she admitted, that had determined the act as seductive.
