Learning to Trust - Part 7: Changing Places (BDSM Alpha Male Erotic Romance): Interviewing the Billionaire, #7

By B.B. Roman

Marisa's meeting with Ramón changes her perception of everything, especially after she agrees to take the plunge and go undercover. Her paranoia starts to grow; she's afraid that she'll give herself away and wind up in even more danger—but simply can't resist the temptation of trying.

It's an opportunity for her to dig deeper than she ever could as a mere reporter, a literal transformation of identities and motives. It's also a choice that carries grave consequences if she makes a wrong move.

Will she be prepared for Roland's big surprise, one that he's had in mind since the beginning? Or will she slip up and find herself in a place she couldn't have imagined in her worst nightmares?

Warning: This 7700 word erotic romance contains adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bizotica
• Release date: Feb 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497711297

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Part 7: Changing Places

You need to act like nothing's changed. The fresh cigarette hovered close to Ramón's lips, even when he wasn't taking a drag from it.

I sat there in that drab interrogation room, my legs crossed, my hands and body shaking like I was suffering from hypothermia. This wasn't getting any easier. You mean I still have to—

"Nothing changes, Ramón said. You've got to remain the perfect girlfriend—no matter what that requires you to do. With reason, of course."

This was pure, unadulterated confusion. This was uncertainty and discomfort. I had just been informed that my precious Dom was an international criminal, one that was potentially involved with sex and drug trafficking, as well as murder.

Has he killed people? I asked, my voice attempting to fill the void of knowledge in my head.

There have been disappearances of competitors that we can only assume were murder. He's very good at what he does, so the bodies never show up.

The bodies never show up. A chill ran down my spine. I was still convinced that I was going to wake up at any moment and scold myself for allowing another dream to get to me. The room stayed there, however, and so did Ramón.

Marisa, are you all right? He put out his cigarette in the ashtray.

I think I was there when someone was killed, I said slowly, clenching my cup until the flimsy styrofoam started to crack. I had fallen into a daze and found myself speaking without a lot of thought.

Did you tell anyone about this?

He just said it was his cousin. That he had dementia or something. That he visited once every few months.

Dementia, huh? Ramón laughed. Roland doesn't have any surviving family members that we know of. We've been on him for years. I need to know if you told anyone about it, Marisa.

I told Frederic, I said. I like him so much. I thought I could trust him.

Frederic, huh? He took a contemplative pause, looking down at the contents of his manila folder. "We don't know a lot about the guy, but we think he's into whatever Roland is. Only been around for a couple of years, so he must be doing