The Billionaire's Risk by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire [Claire, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: billionaire, billionaire love, alpha male, alpha billionaire, Alpha Billionaire Romance, ava claire romance, Billionaire Romance, alpha male romance, billionaire erotic romance, ava claire
Publisher: Ava Claire
Published: 2018-01-07T18:30:00+00:00

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU had dinner with that-” She wringed the stuffed animal in her hands like she was imagining Corbin’s neck. “-boy.”

I saved Hope’s toy from certain death, already regretting my decision to confide in my mother. I’d been hoping for some TLC, since Jacob wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon. I should have known that was a tall order for Cheryl Montgomery, especially since she still couldn’t bring herself to call Corbin by his name.

When we dated, she called him my friend. When we broke up, she called him a jerk, which got two thumbs way up from yours truly. He’d be thrilled to learn that he’d been upgraded to ‘boy’.

Hope was catching Z’s in her playpen. I dusted honey brown locks that spilled onto her forehead and nestled the stuffed animal beside her before I went back to the kitchen. I pressed a finger across my lips.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a hell of a time keeping her in La La Land lately when it’s bedtime and I don’t want to wake her-”

“Hope is just fine,” she dismissed me with a flick of her wrist, but my scowl was enough for her to beckon me to follow her to the den, out of earshot of sleeping babes.

I obliged, grabbing the glass of wine I’d poured, almost adding more, then deciding against it. She’d already arched a judgmental brow when I popped the cork.

My mother stood in the center of the room, a human art piece titled ‘Pissed Off Mom’.

She took root on the center of the Persian rug, the glittering chandelier overhead giving me a magnified look at the woman who brought me into this world—and the last time I’d mentioned Corbin, threatened to personally take him out of it. She was my height, but she had a few extra inches on me because she’d jumped on the platform sneaker bandwagon, buying the hype that being off the ground would help her a lose a few pounds. She looked the part of a woman with an eye on the prize, a track suit wrapped around her average frame. You needed all the help you could get if you were chasing Hope around. From the chin up, she looked like she was headed out on the town, because my mother didn’t leave the house without her face on. First there was foundation, then enough blush that it was hard to tell if the heightened red in her cheeks was because I told her about my surprise dinner guest, or if it was compliments of her makeup brush. Her brown eyes were narrowed slits, practically black because she was annoyed. I’d give my mom this one thing though—her winged eyeliner was impressive. The last time I’d tried such a thing without a professional, I was a lopsided mess.

“Nice eyeliner, Mom.” I said brightly, aiming for the couch that was a safe distance from the lasers that were shooting from her eyes. I hadn’t even told her what happened before she turned into The Terminator, ready to turn all things Corbin into dust.

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