Page 25 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

The man’s voice sent chills through me. I couldn’t explain why, but he sounded like pure evil. I’d confronted evil often enough at work, though, so I wasn’t going to back down. “Like I said. I cannot discuss any aspects of the case.”

“You don’t have to discuss it, you just have to win it. Let’s just say your life may depend on it.”

Before I could respond, he ended the call.

As I sat staring at my phone for several moments, I began to wonder if my lack of sleep was getting to me and I’d imagined the whole thing, but when I checked my call log displayed “Unknown Caller.” I’d certainly talked to someone.

I’d suspected there was more to the lawsuit than a dispute over a real estate purchase. What difference could it possibly make to Montgomery which warehouse he purchased? Was he simply that stubborn? I wouldn’t put it past him, but I’d sensed there was more going on, and now I was sure of it.

I needed to talk to Ford, but did I dare bring up this phone call? What kind of shit was my client involved with, and how much did Montgomery know about it? Did he tell Ford everything? I needed answers, but even more than that, I needed something to go right. I couldn’t remember a worse week since my father died.

What would Ford say if I let him know I was being threatened? Would he care? Would he hope they did me in and made the case even easier to win? I wanted to call him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to those questions.

Instead, I kept looking for my needle in a haystack, my way to win without his cooperation. After hours of tedious research and nothing to show for it, I left the office without speaking to anyone and headed straight for my favorite dive bar. After Emily called to let me know she was home safe and things had gone well at the café, I let myself get very, very drunk.

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FORD

Someone was ringing my doorbell over and over. I glanced at the clock. It was past eleven at night. Who the fuck would be here now other than my close friends? And they would text or call first. I pulled up the doorbell app on my phone and saw Jay standing, or rather leaning, against my door.

Before I reached the door, he started calling my name. I ran the rest of the way, but only opened the door a crack. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, and the movement nearly sent him toppling over. “Nowhere else to go.”

“What about home?”

“No. Being watched.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“There’s a man watching my apartment.”

Had Miles sent someone to spy on him?

I opened the door wider. “Get in here before someone calls the cops on you.”

He stumbled over the threshold. I caught his shoulders, but we hit the coatrack and crashed to the floor. He landed on top of me. Instead of moving, he used his hips to push my legs apart and settled more tightly against me. “Fuck. This feels good.”

I pushed at his chest. “Jay, get off.”

He shook his head. “Kiss me. I need to know how it feels.”

“You’re too drunk to know what you want.”

“I dreamed about you last night. Your lips. They’re so damn beautiful. Are they as soft as they look?”

He couldn’t mean what he was saying, but I wanted him too. Had he really dreamed about me?

“Why do you do this to me?”

“What?”

“Make me want you so damn much.” He worked his hips against me, and I could feel his cock. It was hard as steel. For me. He fucking wanted me.

I couldn’t do this. Ishouldn’tdo this.

Jay grabbed my hands, dragged them above my head, and pinned them to the floor. I’d fantasized about this exact scenario. How the hell was I supposed to fight this?

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