The Scandalous Billionaires Collection by Drew Sinclair

to
that big tall building over there?" She pointed to the illuminated
top floors of the Empire State peeking out among the other
skyscrapers of Manhattan.
    "We sure are Kisima, all the way to the very
tippy top! But we have to hurry, because we have another plane to catch tonight."
    "Another plane Mr. Jason? Yesssss!" She
squealed with delight.
     
     

Chapter Seven
    Melissa was exhausted and apprehensive the following
morning. She had hardly slept all night. After she watched Jason on
the news with her sister they had talked some more but none of it
really helped and she had spent the night tossing and turning
before getting up at her usual time of 5am to go through her
morning ritual like an automaton.
    All she could really think about was him.
    Although she hadn't articulated it clearly in
her mind, every part of her that counted knew what her decision
was. She would spend the day with him and worry about being found
out later.
    Her heart wouldn’t stop beating and the
jitters just wouldn't go away.
    Find out who he is. She told
herself.
    The thought flashed through her mind. She was
amazed she hadn't done it before. She had never snooped for
personal information on anyone before, let alone a client but she
had never been involved with anyone quite like Jason Demovic
before.
    Screw it. She thought. This is
about more than me. What if I can't look after Suzy anymore. The thought made her choke up with emotion. If she couldn't pay
Suzy's medical bills she had no idea what would happen to them.
    She looked at her watch. It was only seven
thirty. She still had time. She ran to her laptop, lifted the lid
and then held her fingers in mid-air over the keyboard.
    Still she hesitated.
    Hadn't she learned enough about him last
night watching him address the United Nations? What else did she
need to know? The man was a saint and a sex God all rolled into
one.
    But David had said that he had a problem with
female therapists and was effectively destroying the careers of not
one but two of her peers.
    Her sister had said something about his
interest in women's rights stemming from his father's treatment of
his mother.
    She had watched him climb into a limo with
three bimbos, one with no panties on, but then last night she had
seen him stand next to her idol, Fernanda Salazar, surrounded by
women who he was helping to empower with the financial clout of his
personal empire.
    How did all these pieces of the puzzle fit
together?
    She reached up to close her laptop just as a
Facebook PM came through. It was from Suzy.
    'Make sure you dress sexy tomorrow. You've
got competition! Check out this link.'
    Melissa took a deep breath. Did she really
want to see whatever highly edited piece of internet gossip her
sister had sent to her?
    "Damn it!" She hissed, and then clicked
through. It was a video clip on the Fame TV website.
    There he was again being hounded by the
abominable Chauncey Tales. This time he was coming out of an
exclusive Manhattan lingerie boutique with a thin and extremely
attractive blonde woman on his arm that Melissa recognized as the
girl who had been involved in the upskirt-no-panties debacle.
    The woman didn't look happy.
    'Did you buy panties for Beth Lindsay Jason?'
Chauncey Tales asked.
    God that woman is annoying . Melissa
prayed she would never meet her in person. She represented
everything Melissa did not understand about modern celebrity
culture. She marveled at the patience with her that Jason
displayed.
    'We bought a lot of things Chauncey. In fact
we just spent over ten thousand dollars, but that's nothing when it
comes to my beautiful baby here.' He turned and kissed the skinny
woman next to him.
    Melissa felt her temperature rise.
    "Screw you!" She heard herself say, but she
couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Damn you Suzy. Her
sister could be so insensitive. This was the last thing she needed
to see.
    She paused the video and scrutinized Beth
Lindsay.
    So he likes skinny blondes with blue eyes.
Quelle