The Solitary Billionaire by Trixie J Belle

Author:Trixie J Belle
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-09-26T21:00:00+00:00

The raw bricked sitting room was in stark contrast to the rest of the modern house. The room was lit by a single lamp and seemingly without a window of any sort. Stanley Marx did not look in her direction as she entered the room. He sat sipping a stiff drink and smoking a cigar on a grey worn down armchair as he stared into an empty grate. The curtains and sofas looked worn, frayed and moth-eaten. Minx noticed a vast number of books, whole shelves full of classically bound novels. There were volumes of old newspapers and magazine cuttings littered everywhere. None of the newspapers were of a recent date. There seemed a strange stillness in the room and Jake coughed nervously as he entered.

“Stanley, the girl is here,” he whispered politely.

“What girl?” His voice was gloomy, slightly breathless and compelling.

“She won the competition in the Evening Bulletin, her name is Minx Valour.”

Minx Valour moved towards Stanley Marx to get a closer look at his profile. She was taken aback by his appearance. His looks had changed dramatically from the youthful pictures in past newspapers. He looked twice Minx Valour’s age. His features were stern, craggy-faced and heavy-browed. He had a shaggy mane of silver hair that made him look almost beastly. His eyebrows were massive. His mouth was fixed and rather cruel-looking. His chin was broad and strong and his cheeks firm though covered in rough stubble.

“Don’t’ you know what day it is?”

“No, Sir,” Jake said, Minx noticed a bead of sweat on his forehead.

“I won’t be seeing anyone today. Get out!” He barked in a state of barely contained fury.

“Yes sir,” Jake whispered backing towards the door as Minx’s blue-diamond eyes widened.

Minx felt her knees tremble as Stanley Marx turned briefly and looked at her. His eyes appraised her briefly. The anguish in his expression was palpable and his dark eyes burned.

“Get out,” he roared as his eyes flashed dangerously. He watched as tears welled up in her eyes and Minx fled the room.

“He was horrible,” Minx choked back a sob, “I could have chosen a week with royalty or a ridiculously good looking Golden globe-winning actor. No, I chose that brute. What was I thinking?”

Minx followed Jack towards the kitchen. The kitchen was a fully equipped gourmet kitchen decorated with fine polished granite countertops and wood cabinetry.

Jake put his head in his hands and sat on a stool.

“Today is the anniversary of his son’s birth. He was born thirteen years ago today. How could I have forgotten that?”

“Is this his son who died in a car crash?”

“Yes, Stanley never got over losing his son. He adored that boy,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Jake blinked at her, truly bewildered as she sat and faced him.

“Should I go?”

“No, stay the week. Enjoy the Island, its paradise here most of the time,” he said as she glanced anxiously at him.

Minx wiped the tears off her face and refused to think of Stanley Marx again. She might as well try to enjoy the rest of the week.

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