Page 1 of Stalked By the Billionaire

Chapter 1

Harrison

“Two freaking billion,” I yell again. “Two billion.”

“And they need an answer,” my lawyer, Finn Jacks, points out. “Are you happy with that?” He pushes. “Can I go back and accept?”

His voice carries a hint of uncertainty as he speaks to me on the phone. I know why. He’s the one to get me this deal, and because of that, he’s in for quite the sum himself. “Can I accept?” he asks again.

Ten percent, to be exact.

I’ve already declined one offer, a staggering half a million dollars. But this is an astronomical sum—two billion dollars, a staggering increase of one and a half billion dollars compared to the previous offer.

I’m not only happy, more like fucking delighted. I’ve spent months tirelessly pitching this app to potential buyers, hopingto secure the best offer. I know it will revolutionize the way big banks operate, shaking up the entire industry. The built-in safety mechanisms will provide peace of mind for banks, knowing that hackers will be deterred. This solution has the potential to save them billions in lost reimbursements, with the added possibility of passing on the cost to the customer.

I knew when I created this banking app; I’d have to wait it out, hold my cards close to my chest and wear my strongest poker face.

And finally, the wait is about to pay off.

Two billion dollars.

“He advised me this is their last offer and you have until five this afternoon to accept,” Finn says with an added urgency in his tone.

“Yes, I accept. Make the call.” The words tumble out, not wanting to lose this deal.Two billion.Since turning down the last offer, my nerves have been on edge. The lingering doubt stayed with me for days, and I refuse to try my luck again. This is finally my time, and I really should make the call myself, but having Finn’s guidance would prevent me from making a fool of myself. “I accept.”

With a satisfying crinkle, I scrunch the paper in my hand and effortlessly toss it into the bin.

“Well done. You’re a billionaire.” Finn’s English accent has a distinct happiness in his tone.

I throw my fist in the air in triumph, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through my veins.

Soon I’ll have it all.

I’ve dedicated ten years of my life to running Turner Technologies, my solo venture. I started making false identification in my spare time while I studied before I realized how good I was at making apps.

Soon Turner Technologies is going to be enormous.

I’ve gone from selling false identification for ten bucks to an app that’s made me a billionaire.

Two-fucking-billion dollars.

“Maybe you need to celebrate,” Finn says, noticing my silence. “It’s not every day a twenty-five-year-old becomes a billionaire.”

Maybe I should, but being the sole owner and spending my time on everything connected to developing apps and nothing much else. And since my best friend Taylor got married to the love of her life, there’s a noticeable void in my personal life that needs to be filled.

“Do you want to go for a beer later?” I ask Finn.

He laughs. “I would, but I’m stalking my ex-girlfriend on her socials. Trying to find out where she lives.”

“And how’s that going?” I ask. “Stalking her from the US when she lives in the UK.”

He sighs. “Not too well. And your love life?”

“Still drinking too much coffee, just to see her,” I grumble.

Finn and I have shared a few drinks frequently. We’ve both admitted to stalking. Him, his ex-girlfriend and me, the receptionist at the company he’s been working at. Luckily, it’s something we laugh about.

“This weekend will be good, though. We’ll get all your friends together for one night before you’re too famous to hang out with us anymore.” Finn laughs. “And as much as I enjoyed helping you do this. I’m a lawyer and think it’s about time you paid an executive assistant because your life is going to change dramatically,” he says. “You’re going to need someone full-time. You can afford it now.”

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