Billionaire Romance: Undercover - A Billionaire Romance Novel (Harris Thorn Billionaire, #1)

By R.G. Winter

Harris Thorn has found the love of his life. Everything is perfect, except for one thing… she doesn’t know him. Well, not the “real” him. He knows he needs to come clean, but he’s terrified of how she’ll take it, and even more so of how she’ll treat him once she knows what he’s worth. He needs to be careful, but there’s one things for certain, if you can’t be brutally honest with your partner, can you ever truly share your heart with them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abraham Falls
• Release date: Sep 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516378296

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

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Harris Thorn awoke in darkness.

It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the real world as he tried to focus on the red glow of his digital clock beside his bed. As his eyes finally adjusted, they brought with this newfound focus the arrival of a dull thudding pain behind them. He was familiar with this hangover sensation that was apt to drive him mad if he dwelled on it long enough. The pain seemed attached to his stomach by a string. There was a routine to it.  He would experience a dull ache in his eyes and that would tug on the string in his stomach to signal the nausea. Somehow he saw through the foggy haze of pain to read the numbers that stared back at him like demonic eyes in the darkness, inviting him to join the land of the dead. They read 3:45 AM. It was just past the witching hour. An hour he was long familiar with.

He had only been asleep for about two hours. His insomnia that had plagued him since his college days was becoming so constant that on the rare occurrence that it left town and allowed sleep to overcome him for longer than a few hours, he missed it. Somehow he felt as if he was missing out on something bigger and more exciting going on in the world if he allowed himself to sleep any longer. It was an incessant craving that was as strong as any drug he had ever tried. Reality was a drug that allowed no substitutes and if he did not overindulge on a daily basis or attempted a reprieve, no matter how brief, a feeling of dread overtook him that he could not shake. But the mistress of sleep was very demanding and constantly tortured him with her incessant grip. It was like a strange war that went on inside his mind. And there seemed to be no clear identifiable winner being announced anytime soon.

He rubbed his aching head and closed his eyes. Somehow he could still see that fiery red glow thorough his closed eyelids. It was still trying to burrow a way into his aching skull. A part of him just wanted to let it have its way with him but another part of him felt that if he did this he would begin to let go of everything. It would be a domino effect constructed by Satan himself. His whole world would just begin to crumble all around him.

He seemed to have everything all together. He was one of the richest, most eligible bachelors on the planet. Entrepreneur extraordinaire, record mogul, owner of a championship NFL team, Internet kingpin, real estate money machine - all of it true, and all of it a carefully constructed façade of cool. He had been compared to Bill Gates, Donald Trump, and Richard Branson all rolled up into a Fight Club era Brad Pitt lookalike, with Will Smith height. That was probably the strangest description of himself he had ever read. It had been in a People magazine cover story. This had been about five years ago when Harris had officially earned his first billion and become the poster boy for the young and super rich.  He wasn’t sure if this story had been written this way just because he had slept with the reporter (one of the most beautiful redheads he had ever had the privilege of bedding, she was insatiable and was still clamoring for more after three solid hours) or if he really was the coolest guy in the fucking world right now.

He hated to think of himself in such a self-absorbed, narcissistic way, but it was almost impossible when everyone around him constantly reinforced this notion that he was in fact better than them. He had to admit to himself that he deserved the attention. He had worked his fingers to the bone and continued to do so on a consistent basis. People asked him all the time what the secret of his success was and he had to tell them there was no secret. Consistent hard work over time will add up to extraordinary gains and huge success. But you have to be willing to make the sacrifice and to make sure this is what you want. There was nothing free in this world and everything had a trade-off.

He often thought about how far he had come. The beginnings of the Harris Thorn Empire had humble beginnings. He was raised by a single mother. His father had bolted when he was three and Harris barely remembered him. He had spent his childhood dreaming of finding the prick one day and punching his goddamn lights out, but several years later Harris learned that his father had died of a heart attack. Harris was only fourteen then and this had bothered him in more ways than he could count. It was such a strange notion that this man whom he hated with a blinding rage for leaving him and his mother alone was now dead. Even if he had not left them eleven years before, he was still going to leave them eventually. Harris often wondered if his father had died of a guilty heart over how cowardly he had left his family, or if he was hiding from the ass whipping he knew would be coming from Harris one day. Maybe his father just didn’t want to face what he had done. His father was a coward and loser. Harris felt nothing but