Hart's Desires: Volume Four - Final Decision: Hart's Desires: A Billionaire Romance, #4

By Ana Vela

Volume Four of the Hart's Desires series!

Olivia Miles just wanted a normal 9-5 job, something that may lead to a career for the recent college graduate. Little did she know, but she was about to get a lot more than she bargained for...!

In the final chapter of this saga, Olivia has to decide whether she wants to fully commit to Paul's lifestyle, and all of the trappings that come with it, or whether she would be better off alone.

Can she be the crazy, wild woman that he wants in the bedroom? Or does she just want a normal boyfriend with normal desires? Now is the time for her to decide!

Does she quit her job at Hart Technologies Inc or does she go all in and see where the relationship with the billionaire C.E.O takes her?

Fans of Bella Andre, Rachel Gibson, and Kristan Higgins will love this steamy, spicy romance series with strong, independent woman and alpha heroes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501456251

Book preview

~ Vol. 4 – Final Decision ~

My heart dropped in my chest. The tears that had formed in my eyes started to run down my cheeks. Samantha had won. She had gotten rid of me, exactly as she planned. I would be gone and she could take over. She would work her way back into Paul’s heart now that I was out of her way.

And then the door slammed open. Paul stood there. His hair a mess and his face red. He looked like he had been running and, for the first time that I had seen, not calm and in control. Excuse me, he said with a hurried voice.

I’m sorry, Mr. Hart, the H.R. person said when he turned around and saw our CEO looking down at him. I didn’t know you would want to sit on this.

It’s okay, Mr. Sloan.

I looked up at Paul. I didn’t know what to say to him. He looked at me, his eyes filled with what I had to assume was anger.

I was just going over the evidence we have against Ms. Miles.

That’s okay. Paul reached his hand out to me. I have information that negates it.

What? The professional Carl stuttered. What evidence do...?"

It doesn’t matter at this point.

I took Paul’s hand and stood. I followed him out of the office, leaving the H.R. person sitting in stunned silence. Glad he saved me, but at the same time knowing that everything was done – he probably just wanted to kick me out of the building himself. I should call it off with him, I thought, if you could even call what we were doing a relationship. I couldn’t handle him or his kinky desires. I definitely couldn’t handle his other women and a wide variety of ex-girlfriends. I should probably quit too. I couldn’t trust myself near him. The tears flowed down my cheeks as Paul led me to safety.

I’m sorry about what happened here. Paul said in the privacy of the elevator. I didn’t even know where we were going.

It’s okay. But it really wasn’t. I pictured Samantha slashing my tires. I remembered the way Paul enjoyed tying me down in his bedroom. Everything was just a bit too much.

Samantha isn’t going to work here any longer. When I heard what was going on, I had the security staff review the video cameras in the lobby. They clearly showed her on the computer at the times you allegedly clocked out after hours. And of course, she was the one that tipped off H.R. about the time infractions.

I’m sorry. I could hear my voice, but it didn’t seem like me saying the words. I was thrilled Paul knew the truth about Samantha, but I just wasn’t completely okay. I need some space.

Of course, I understand. Today has been a traumatic day. I should’ve never let it gotten out of control like this.

It’s not that.

He looked down at me, his eyes unsure of what I was thinking.

I’m not. I don’t know. I don’t know if I can handle a relationship with you.

He smiled like that wasn’t such a big deal. He could fix that. I understand. We’re from different worlds. It doesn’t matter to me. I know you’re not after my money.

It’s not that either. The elevator door opened to his floor and I hit the button to close the door. I pressed the button to take us down to the ground floor. If I don’t leave now, I may never escape.

Then what is it?

I looked up at the security camera in the top right corner of the elevator cabin. Can security hear the conversations in the elevators?

No.

I can’t handle what you want in the bedroom.

What do you mean? I thought you liked it.

I did. I think. But, after awhile, it was just too much. I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know what I would do if my family or friends would find out about what we did.

It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.

I knew he meant that, but at the same time, he had a non-disclosure agreement so that his employees wouldn’t share company secrets, including about their kinky boss. Part of me just wanted to rip off my clothes right there and have him take me in the elevator. However, the other half of me knew that I had to get away from him. I just need some time. Or some space. I don’t know.

The elevator door opened to the lobby. Samantha was no longer behind the desk. Some woman that I had never seen before stood there.

Paul asked, Is this permanent?

I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I need some time.

I walked by the desk and when he realized I wasn’t just leaving him, but I was quitting too, he started to follow me. The woman looked at him, but he didn’t pay any attention to her. Where are you going?

Just back to my apartment.

Are you okay to drive?

I wiped the tears out of my eyes. Yes, I’ll be fine.

He stopped there on the edge of the sidewalk. Even with his hair slightly messed up and his face red, he looked beautiful. He still looked in charge. He definitely still looked sexy. I’m sorry. He reached out, but didn’t say anything else. For the first time since I met him, it looked like he was at a loss for words. He watched me as I walked through the parking lot to my car.

Each step away from him, I wanted to turn around and rush back into his arms. Instead, I kept walking away. The old me, the one that Brian had dated, would’ve just caved in and did what was better for everyone else. Not me.

I drove home to plot my next move. I told myself that I would go right to my computer and start searching for a new job. I would use Paul as a reference; he couldn’t say no after all of this and it would be a sure thing to get another job.

Instead of this though, when I got home I stripped out of my clothes, put on my comfy sweatpants and my favorite t-shirt, and didn’t even bother taking my makeup off. Then I climbed into bed and realized how much I had truly fallen for Paul. It wasn’t just the really good sex; I thought there was something more there, some deeper connection. But, for him, I imagined that I was just another woman that he could talk into joining in on his kinky activities.

What kind of man had desires where he wanted to tie up his lover, spank her and drip candle wax on her? It wasn’t normal. Was it just because he’d been with so many women that regular sex was boring? Or was it because he was abused at some point? Or was it something in between? I had never been with a guy like him before, that’s for sure. Why couldn’t he be Paul Hart, CEO, and everything that comes with that, but just be into normal sex? It wasn’t fair. Jenny would’ve been the perfect partner for him. My best friend was into some wild stuff. She never told me about anything as kinky as what Paul was into, but I wouldn’t put it past her. She would know how to handle a man like Paul. I certainly didn’t.

I cried until I didn’t have any more tears. My face felt red and sore. Almost the way he had made my ass feel, but this was a different pain. Why did I have to fall for him? A man like him would never go for a woman like me. I was normal. He was a billionaire, not to mention a very kinky billionaire.

I wrapped myself in the covers and hid my head. I fell asleep.

I woke up when my cell phone rang. The first thing I saw on my phone was the clock that told me that I had been asleep for a few hours. Emotionally drained from Paul and physically drained from our kinky relationship. The second thing that I saw was Paul’s number. It was him calling. I didn’t answer. I just put the phone down.

Knowing him, I expected him to call me repeatedly until I answered. Instead, he only called me once and then, a short time later, my phone made the tone to let me know I had a new message. I couldn’t stop myself from dialing into my voice mail to listen to the message. His calm, seductive voice on the end sounded so casual. Hey, I was just checking in on you to make sure that you got home alright. Give me a call if you need anything.

I wanted to call him right back and tell him I needed him, but instead I put the phone down and tried my best to forget about him. I grabbed my laptop and searched through the job websites. I saw a lot of secretary positions and a number of personal assistant jobs. All of them I could probably get easily, with Paul’s reference, but I didn’t apply to any of them. I didn’t want to work anywhere else, I realized. I wanted to work where I would see Paul coming in to work in the mornings. I wanted to be where I could just take an elevator to his office at night. What was wrong with me? He was more toxic than my ex-boyfriend Brian.

He called again just before five. On the voice mail, he was still calm and cool, but the space between his words told me that he was thinking about each word carefully.

Olivia. How are you? I was just calling. I was just calling to say that I miss you and I’m thinking about you. I really called to say that you have a position here if you want to come back. You don’t have to be a receptionist either. We have an opening in our marketing department. I know that’s what you wanted. It’s not because of what happened either. Nor is it because of our relationship. It’s because you would be good in the position. Anyway, I have to go. I have a meeting in a few minutes. Call me.

I really wanted to call him now. I wanted to work in the marketing department so badly. Hell, that’s why I took the job in the first place. I knew that even with a reference from him, I would never get that kind of position starting out at another company. However, the only reason that he wanted me in the marketing department for his company was because of the explicit sex we had. It had to be the only reason, I thought to myself.

When my roommate came home, I didn’t tell her anything. I didn’t know how to tell her that I had just broken up with the richest, best looking man I would ever meet, much less date. She wouldn’t understand, unless I told her about the kind of desires he had and I could never tell anyone about our nights together. Both because of the non-disclosure act and because some people might find it just a bit too kinky – I didn’t want to deal with all of the inevitable questions that would follow. There was another reason. It was because what happened in