Page 5 of Off Limits Billionaire

“You’re taking the jet?” he asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

Cam got out of his chair with a heavy sigh like he was an old man. Truth be told, as the accountant, he worried enough for all of us and was wound so tight I understood why Lucky pushed his buttons. However, I never got in the middle of the twins and whatever disputes they were currently dealing with. As the oldest of five, I’d been reared to be the peacemaker, but sometimes it was best to stay out of it.

He left the office after reminding me to give him his car keys back when I was done moving Lucky’s truck out of his space. They were so childish sometimes. After checking a few things, I headed back toward the elevator where Wyatt Clark was stepping off.

My best friend since college, he was one of the lead marketing executives for our brokerage.

“Just the man I wanted to see. What are you doing later?” Wyatt asked as he turned around to get back on the elevator with me. Little did he know that he was going to help me move those cars around.

“I am probably going to slave over contracts making sure nobody fucked anything up, then I’ll grab a beer and crash on the couch in my office. I’ll wake up around 1 a.m. with a crick in my neck and head home just to get back up at six to go workout. Why?”

“That is sad, bro. Come to happy hour with me and this chick, Charlotte. She’s bringing a friend and I don’t want her cockblocking.”

I laughed. “What about Mya?”

“She’s going to be with my folks unless her worthless excuse of an egg donor decides to show her face and then she’ll still be with my parents, but at least she can look at her mother before she disappears again. Come on, man. You haven’t been out with me since, since ... the Governor’s Christmas gala? You snuck out of there with some chick and haven’t been out since.”

That chick had been Anabella Pierce and we'd made sure no one spotted us leaving together. “Fine, but I’m not interested in some random stranger’s best friend you want me to distract—”

He grabbed me by the shoulder. “Not interested!? You? Marcus Adler, billionaire, lawyer, antique collector, rich playboy,blah blah blah… is not interested when you literally have a world of pussy at your fingertips.”

“Such language from the father of a young lady.”

He shook his head from side to side. “I am living vicariously through you. This is the one night I’ve had free because I have a 5-year-old kid at home. What’s your excuse?”

My excuse? Anabella Pierce occupied every cell of my cock’s memory and it didn’t want to get hard for anyone else. I hadn’t tested that out, but that’s because I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted the one woman my family would kill me for being with, but I planned on living long enough to feel her wrapped around me once again.

3

ANABELLA

By the time I plopped onto the sofa in my living room, it was a little after seven and thoughts of Marcus blazed through my mind like a five-alarm fire. The keys jingled outside the apartment door right before Nina pushed her way inside with our friend Sonia on her heels.

“Get dressed!” Sonia demanded as Nina rushed down the hall toward her end of the apartment.

“Well … don’t just lay there, Ana.” Sonia ordered, tucking a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear. I had hoped she would follow Nina to her room which was at the end of the hall past the kitchen. No such luck. I groaned, not wanting to move from my spot, but I was curious about what all the fuss was for.

Sonia shot a glance my way with her emerald-green eyes, snapping her fingers at me as she ducked into my bedroom shouting, “I know the perfect thing for you to wear tonight!”

Nina Hilton and Sonia Quinn were my very best friends, especially since we all practically worked in the same industry. I specialized in clocks, watches, time, et cetera, while Nina restored paintings and instruments. Sonia was a curator at the Antiquities Museum of Philadelphia, AMPHI to us. There was one missing from our quartet, but Isabelle lived all the way in LA as an interior decorator.

I knew they'd both just gotten off work, but they hadn't given me a heads up that we were going out. “Can’t we just order in and relax? I had a long day full of yelling at bill collectors and trying to discourage Marcus Adler from hiring me for a job.”

“Full stop!” Nina shouted from her bedroom. She came out with a little slide as she stood next to Sonia. They both stared at me with their eyes wide, waiting for me to continue.

“I’m not taking it—relax,” I told them as I pulled my legs under me.

Sonia waved Nina to head back into her room to finish getting dressed. She approached me with a smirk spreading across her face. “Oh come on, Ana. You let Paul talk you out of it, didn’t you? I know all about your family’s weird feud with the Adler’s and that Paul and Marcus have been at odds for over a decade … but just because Paul intends to hold onto this grudge for your family, doesn’t mean you have to, and—”

“And nothing. I just have to figure something else out.”

"Oh, come on Ana, spill the details of the gig already!” Nina shouted as she came out in a dress that scared me for her if she decided to bend over.

“He wants to buy some clock at an auction in London. He needs someone to authenticate it and then restore it.”

“Well, if you won’t take the job, give him my name. I know clocks aren’t exactly violins or anything, but I can figure it out,” Nina laughed.

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