The Stubborn Suitor, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page B
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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that precipice, moaning and thrashing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Drew’s motions became erratic as well as he soon spent himself deep inside her.
He eventually pulled out and disposed of the condom before collapsing next to Cami. She thought that she should probably get up and get ready for bed. She should probably shower and brush her teeth at the very least. But Drew had rolled to his side and was spooning himself against her back. He felt so warm and relaxing that Cami couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed. Instead, she nestled back against him and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Cami woke early with the alarm, but the spot beside her in bed was already cold. Frowning, she pulled herself out of bed and went looking for Drew.
When she realized he wasn’t there, she than began looking for a note. She checked the nightstand and the dresser in the living room, the kitchen table, counter and fridge, even the coffee table in the living room.
Nothing.
Cami froze as the realization finally washed over her. Drew had left without even a note. He was just gone.
She had shared so much with him the night before—her fears about the impending custody battle, her hopes for the future. And he’d seemed genuinely interested too. But now he was gone—without even a note.
It had just been sex to him. He obviously didn’t want to get involved with someone with so much baggage. Her and Madison were a package deal, after all. Well, at the moment they were. She wasn’t even sure how much longer she’d have primary custody of her daughter.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Cami went back into the bedroom to get ready. She could hope for the best, but right now, she felt like her entire world was slowly slipping away from her.
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The End of Book One
1
Drew
D rew shifted in his seat uncomfortably. This was supposed to be a “casual breakfast amongst friends.” In all actuality, it was a business meeting with James Cook, a potential investor in his company. But instead of a straightforward meeting in his office, Cook had insisted on this “casual breakfast amongst friends” that included his wife Nancy and his daughter Analise, neither of whom were on Drew’s very short list of those he actually considered friends.
A few other investors from Cook’s firm had shown up as well, and Drew couldn’t help but feel restless under all of the scrutiny. The men were all deferring to Cook, laughing at his off-colored jokes and flirting with his wife and daughter just enough to be flattering.
Drew took a sip of water as he tried his best to smile and appear excited to be there. He really was, after all, thrilled about the prospect of the investment. If only it could be handled in the normal way—in boardrooms with contracts. Not here, in the baking sun of the Cooks’ summer home patio, feigning interest in Nancy’s latest art acquisition.
“I don’t really get it,” she was saying with a kind of faux-humility that Drew found pathetic. “It just looks like paint on canvas to me. But the dealer was raving about the artist. Some starving genius who’d started painting while he was homeless, I guess. I’m probably just providing him with more drug money, but what can you do? The colors really do match my drapes in the foyer.”
Drew bit his cheek to keep from grimacing as polite chuckles sounded around the table. The way in which the Cooks constantly equated poverty with criminality was highly offensive to Drew, who’d grown up quite poor himself. Drew had worked very hard for his scholarship to Harvard and had then built his company from nothing into a multi-billion-dollar corporation. And in that time, he’d never forgotten his roots. In fact, a large percentage of his paycheck went to charity each month—completely anonymously, of course.
And it was his company—his baby, which he’d spent the last decade growing—that kept him quiet and in his seat while everything inside him yearned to get
He eventually pulled out and disposed of the condom before collapsing next to Cami. She thought that she should probably get up and get ready for bed. She should probably shower and brush her teeth at the very least. But Drew had rolled to his side and was spooning himself against her back. He felt so warm and relaxing that Cami couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed. Instead, she nestled back against him and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Cami woke early with the alarm, but the spot beside her in bed was already cold. Frowning, she pulled herself out of bed and went looking for Drew.
When she realized he wasn’t there, she than began looking for a note. She checked the nightstand and the dresser in the living room, the kitchen table, counter and fridge, even the coffee table in the living room.
Nothing.
Cami froze as the realization finally washed over her. Drew had left without even a note. He was just gone.
She had shared so much with him the night before—her fears about the impending custody battle, her hopes for the future. And he’d seemed genuinely interested too. But now he was gone—without even a note.
It had just been sex to him. He obviously didn’t want to get involved with someone with so much baggage. Her and Madison were a package deal, after all. Well, at the moment they were. She wasn’t even sure how much longer she’d have primary custody of her daughter.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Cami went back into the bedroom to get ready. She could hope for the best, but right now, she felt like her entire world was slowly slipping away from her.
----
The End of Book One
1
Drew
D rew shifted in his seat uncomfortably. This was supposed to be a “casual breakfast amongst friends.” In all actuality, it was a business meeting with James Cook, a potential investor in his company. But instead of a straightforward meeting in his office, Cook had insisted on this “casual breakfast amongst friends” that included his wife Nancy and his daughter Analise, neither of whom were on Drew’s very short list of those he actually considered friends.
A few other investors from Cook’s firm had shown up as well, and Drew couldn’t help but feel restless under all of the scrutiny. The men were all deferring to Cook, laughing at his off-colored jokes and flirting with his wife and daughter just enough to be flattering.
Drew took a sip of water as he tried his best to smile and appear excited to be there. He really was, after all, thrilled about the prospect of the investment. If only it could be handled in the normal way—in boardrooms with contracts. Not here, in the baking sun of the Cooks’ summer home patio, feigning interest in Nancy’s latest art acquisition.
“I don’t really get it,” she was saying with a kind of faux-humility that Drew found pathetic. “It just looks like paint on canvas to me. But the dealer was raving about the artist. Some starving genius who’d started painting while he was homeless, I guess. I’m probably just providing him with more drug money, but what can you do? The colors really do match my drapes in the foyer.”
Drew bit his cheek to keep from grimacing as polite chuckles sounded around the table. The way in which the Cooks constantly equated poverty with criminality was highly offensive to Drew, who’d grown up quite poor himself. Drew had worked very hard for his scholarship to Harvard and had then built his company from nothing into a multi-billion-dollar corporation. And in that time, he’d never forgotten his roots. In fact, a large percentage of his paycheck went to charity each month—completely anonymously, of course.
And it was his company—his baby, which he’d spent the last decade growing—that kept him quiet and in his seat while everything inside him yearned to get
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