The Scandalous Billionaires Collection by Drew Sinclair Page A

surprise.
    She looked at her own soft auburn hair,
fuller figure and green eyes in a wall mirror and hated herself for
feeling unhappy about her appearance. The very idea was
ridiculous.
    She hit play again and Chauncey Tales'
grating voice assaulted her ears once more.
    'Does that mean we won't be getting any more
upskirt shots from Beth now that she finally owns a pair of
panties?'
    Jason smiled again. Nothing seemed to faze
him.
    'No way. This girl is all mine now.' He
squeezed Beth Lindsay to him and Melissa felt another hot surge of
jealousy go through her. "Isn't that right honey?" Beth just
nodded. There was no mistake, she was clearly in a foul mood and
obviously she wasn't as used to dealing with the gutter press as
Jason was.
    The couple got into a limo and Chauncey and
her crew chased after them but the clip ended there.
    Melissa hit play again.
    She paused on each clear shot of Jason hoping
to learn something about him. What that could be she had no idea.
His look was enigmatic. Did he really love that girl? Were they
really an item?
    "Bitch." She hissed and then found herself
siding with Chauncey Tales.
    'Does that mean we won't be getting any more
upskirt shots from Beth now that she finally owns a pair of
panties?'
    She played the sound bite again and chimed in
herself; "Yeah really, put on some drawers you skank."
    She paused on each clear shot of Beth
Lindsay. She couldn't say she hated her really. In fact she looked
quite normal, intelligent even.
    Something was off about the whole thing.
    Still she felt her strong competitive streak
rise.
    "Who does that panty-less little whore think
she is?"
    She watched the limo pull away again and hit
repeat a few more times. When she came up for air and looked out
the window she had to do a double take. The exact same limo had
pulled up outside her apartment.
    She looked at her watch. It was exactly half
past eight.
    "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." She jumped
up. She was only half dressed and hadn't had breakfast. She had
spent a whole hour playing and replaying the video clip
obsessively.
    "Oh my God." She ran to the bedroom to find
her clothes but the doorbell was already ringing.
    "Shit." She smoothed down the old t-shirt she
was wearing and pushed back her uncombed hair. The doorbell went
again. Still she didn't move.
    Her cell phone went.
    "Christ."
    Then the doorbell and the phone at the same
time.
    "Oh crap."
    Now there was the thump of a fist on the door
and she heard Jason's deep resonating voice penetrate her front
door.
    "Melissa. Are you in there?"
    "God damn it!"
    "Is that you? Are you okay? I'm calling your
cell phone and you're not picking up. I'm coming in."
    She looked down at herself, she was wearing
nothing but her underwear, odd socks and a short t-shirt that
barely covered her ass. When she looked up his face was at her
living room window.
    "Jason…"
    He looked at her and grinned. Of course he
did. An infuriatingly smug and annoyingly sexy grin. He held up his
phone and took a picture before she could react.
    "Jason!" She shouted angrily, running towards
the window to draw the drapes. He was filming her now, in all of
her semi-naked rage. "What do you think you're doing?" She screamed
as she yanked the curtains over so hard that one side tore loose
from the curtain rail and collapsed down on top of her bringing the
curtain rail with it.
    She pushed the mess from her head and looked
up again.
    He was still smiling, but this time it was
his George Clooney, Brad Pit, I'm as rich as Bill Gates smile.
    He held up his camera one more time and it
flashed in her eyes. She made no effort to resist. It was a
disaster. He already had enough pictures to hang her out to dry, so
what was one more going to do?
    "Very, very, sexy." His voice sounded clear
but distant through her double glazed windows. "Especially those
socks. I might need some alone time with these pictures after
you're done psychoanalyzing me."
    She looked over his shoulder and saw her
neighbor