Learning to Trust: Part 3: The Offer

By B.B. Roman

After Roland's admission of his involvement in a massive international scandal, Marisa finds herself even more enchanted by the newly-humbled Roland Starland. Normally such an admission would elicit repulsion—but Marisa's not quite been herself since she started the interview.

As the taste of Roland's expansive world becomes all the more sweet, Marisa realizes that she's lost her focus. The deeper she goes, the more ambiguous her goals become. Perhaps Roland has had a secret plan for her all along...and she's been taking the bait.

This is the final story in the Learning to Trust trilogy (for now at least!) It is 10000 words long and contains adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.B. Roman
• Release date: Sep 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476058412

B.B. Roman

B.B. Roman is devoted to sexual worlds. Aiming to please both male and female readers, Roman writes to appeal to the full imagination, inside and outside of the realm of erotica. There are no limits in Roman's worlds, and readers are sucked in with no possible escape. No stone is left unturned as Roman approaches realms of the bizarre and beautiful, combining it all into something digestible and real. Specks of humor season the stories, completing the grand emotional palette. Steamy, sensational, superb. B.B. Roman writes from a remote cabin in upstate New York, allowing the seclusion to feed into the works. When not writing, Roman enjoys composing music for films and attempting to make the best cup of coffee possible.

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Learning to Trust

(Interviewing the Billionaire)

Part 3: The Offer

Copyright 2012 B.B. Roman

Published by Bizotica for Smashwords

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Who am I?

Marisa Taylor, age 28, reporter and journalist. I was staring at myself in the mirror again, confused about my identity for the first time in many years. I apparently was having a late-twenties crisis.

As a reporter, what do I care about?

Truth, accuracy. Bringing the real story to the surface. Spreading accurate information—regardless of whether it hurts or helps a reputation. Yes, I was talking to myself.

How do I get accurate information?

I adhere to a code of ethics in journalism so that I can remain detached from my sources and provide an unbiased report. Unbiased. That was the key here. Something was obviously not right about my relationship with Roland.

At this point, I was beginning to feel something toward him. His humbling admission of a fact that could sink his reputation forever played a major part in this. Prior to that, he was a power-hungry, rich, handsome man that could make great coffee, a man that both terrified and intrigued me. The whole going in the dungeon thing had certainly terrified me yesterday—still, it had turned out alright. And even weirder was the fact that I'd be going there again today. My principles had been so deeply embedded in me, and aside from one isolated incident, they'd been upheld for years.

Ah, so the incident.

I had been doing stories for a small news station for a while—my first real reporting job, actually—that were just miniscule little happenings around town. Somebody signed a contract with somebody else. A new park had been planned. There would be a parade this upcoming week. You know, just tiny little stories that honestly meant roughly nothing the week after they happened. However, when I found out that a local mechanic was being investigated regarding the accidental death of an entire family, I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to uncover the real story.

The owner, who actually had been the one to carry out the faulty repair, was blaming a defective part from the manufacturer, some piece of the braking system that had collapsed when it obviously shouldn't have, sending