The Billionaire's Kiss (The Billionaire's Kiss, Book One): (A Billionaire Alpha Romance) by Olivia Thorne

Author:Olivia Thorne [Thorne, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781940989129
Publisher: Perihelion Publishing
Published: 2015-08-18T05:00:00+00:00

6

The Hollywood Charity Gala was on Saturday night. I started work the second I got home and pulled an all-nighter with the aid of lots of coffee.

I know that probably sounds horrible to you, but I’m a computer geek. Twenty-four hours of hacking is my version of getting drunk at the club and going to an afterparty.

I won’t bore you, but by Sunday evening, I had poked into every nook and cranny of the internet I could find, searching for ways to fuck Grant Carlson up.

He was a slippery character, I’ll give him that.

All of his major bank accounts appeared to be offshore holding companies. I traced 27 accounts back to St. Lucia, the Seychelles, and Samoa. I found out he owned astounding amounts of property in every major city in the world – Paris, New York City, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Moscow, Buenos Aires, Mexico City, London, you name it. We’re talking hundreds of millions of dollars.

And that wasn’t even counting his family’s construction companies.

But the most useful thing I found was his private phone number. It was a satellite cellular provider out of Switzerland, registered to a company that had nothing to do with any of his corporations.

But I could tell it was him. I hacked the texts and read them. Lots of boring business stuff. Texts from a couple of famous supermodels and A-list Hollywood actresses.

I didn’t know whether to be jealous or feel despondent that those women were my competition.

Then I remembered they weren’t competition at all. Grant Carlson was a fucking asshole. Fuck competing for him. I was going to torch him to the ground.

The coup de grace was I hacked his phone’s GPS coordinates for the last 48 hours. He was still in Los Angeles. And guess where he was Saturday night, from 10PM to 11PM?

The Dubai Hotel in Los Angeles, California.

Eve drops the mic and shouts, “I’M OUT, BITCHES!”

I sent him the following text through a number I activated online, through an untraceable account:

St.Lucia, Seychelles, Samoa. Guess what all these things have in common?

27 things, actually.

I want my fucking phone back, asshole.

Then I waited.

I didn’t hear anything.

It was Sunday night, though. I had gone almost 36 hours without sleep, I was exhausted, and I had to work in the morning.

So I went to bed, confident that Grant Carlson was going to mess his britches when he woke up the next morning.

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