His Dark Secret

By Olivia Fex

He has exactly what she needs, but what will she do to get it?

Billionaire Morgan Kane is a control freak. He personally interviews anyone that will ever be working with him. Her legs are shaking as she walks into the room, even more nervous to find that it won't even be a one-on-one interview. She's scrutinized by his associates, but is quick to stand up for herself.

Mr. Kane is intrigued by her sharp tongue. He sees her out, leaving her with his business card and instructions for her to call him if she ever needs anything.

Drunk girls have needs. When she finds his card buried in the bottom of her purse one lonely night she gives him a call. He will be there shortly.

This is part 1 in the Billionaire Desires series:
1. His Dark Secret
2. Exposing His Darkness
3. Serve Your Master

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smutpire Press
• Release date: Jan 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310069956

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His Dark Secret

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Good morning, Miss Hale.

Good morning, I echoed, then stopped dead in my tracks. I felt my pulse quicken, urging blood through my veins and into my face. My cheeks were reddening; I could feel them smoldering just under my eyes. This was not what I had been expecting.

There were three men in this room. I’d expected there to be one, and to be honest, that would have been nerve-wracking enough. Knowing that my fate was in the hands of a single individual made my stomach turn, but seeing three men there, all silently staring at me as I walked through the door, gave me a different feeling entirely.

It made me feel like a sheep strutting into a den of wolves.

I’m Morgan Kane, the first man—the head of the company and the one that I had been expecting—said, standing up from behind his desk and gesturing to the two others. This is Gary Rouse, head of logistics and the man you’d be reporting to directly, and this is Barry Silverman, my HR director.

I could feel my knees turn to jelly as I approached them, trying desperately not to wobble in my high heels. I rarely wore anything other than sneakers or flats, but I’d though high heels would make me look more mature and professional. All they did was make me even more uneasy about how I looked and gave me one more thing to worry about.

Pleased to meet you, I said, forcing a smile as I took Gary Rouse’s hand. My lips felt numb, and I wasn’t sure if I’d actually managed a grin or if I looked like I was having a