Destiny: Book 1: Saved by a Billionaire

By Eve Fox

Richard Sacks, standing six-foot-three with dark, wavy hair and piercing brown eyes is, first and foremost, a businessman. The very air of his presence demands attention, respect, awe. Until one day, at the swish of a wiper blade, everything changes.

When a beautiful mystery girl unexpectedly appears in his midst, she releases a passion in him that he’s never known, and for the first time he sees his erotic fantasy being fulfilled. But will her body be his undoing? And will the secrets of her past destroy the career he's spent a lifetime building?

This story is more than just a sexual encounter, it is a romantic fairy tale of intense desire and a steamy erotic attraction. Filled with erotica and romance, this book will have you turning pages late into the night right through until the very end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katrina Kahler
• Release date: Jun 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310994715

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Destiny

Book 1

Saved by a Billionaire

Eve Fox

Copyright © KC Global Enterprises Pty Ltd

All rights reserved

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

The sidewalk was damp, the sky, a muddy grey. A curtain of wet clung to her as she walked silently holding her coat closed and her hands fisted to her stomach. For once her mind was blank, empty, hollow. The car lights accented the wet air along the highway. The lights seemed to seduce her, beckon her forward. There was a long pause in traffic. The darkness seemed sudden. Then, at a distance, she could see a car approaching. The light’s path danced. An unspoken answer to her silent question. Without deciding it, she stepped off the curb, onto the slick pavement. Letting go of the front of her coat, she continued forward. Small steps, delicate, precise, moving her forward. Forward toward the shining lights.

Various figures, dollar amounts, dips and rises in stock ventures, discussed by a voice far too high to be taken seriously filled the car. Richard adjusted the cuff of his shirt, pulling it farther out of his jacket sleeve, and twisting slightly to ensure the cuff and cufflinks were aligned comfortably and properly. It was going to be another long night. Shuxing Qiye, the company Richard was dealing with this week, would be awaiting his proposal.

The rain had ended moments ago, but the wetness continued to linger in the air. His wipers swished and slapped rhythmically. Finally having enough of this lady-man newscaster, Richard reached for the dial on the radio. A flash of brown and green to his right grabbed his attention, and he slammed on the breaks. He flew forward with the momentum of the car then back again. A thud and pound assaulting his ears as something hit the hood of his car then disappeared.

Silence. Richard opened his eyes. The wipers slap, swished. The radio skipped between static and the crackle of indistinguishable voice. Richard reached for the gear selector, and put the car in park, releasing the brake pedal. Remembering the flash of color, Richard exited the car. Holding his breath, and desperately trying to tell the rapid, painful beating of his heart that it had been some kind of animal, Richard rounded to the front of the car.

Shit. he stated almost calmly, kneeling onto the pavement before a female body. His hands hesitated above her body. Her brown coat lay open and to the side, revealing a green dress with lots of lace. Her legs were covered in raw, red, and bloody lacerations. One of her feet was missing its shoe. Small round, toenails painted a light blue that Richard was sure was named something ridiculous like Sad Sky or Oral-berry Smurf Sex, grabbed his attention. Not understanding why, Richard felt compelled to find her other shoe. He continued to study her.

A small tattoo sat below the bone of her ankle. The brown coat was of no interest, but the dress seemed stylish. It was not the kind of outfit someone would throw on for a late night walk. This was a dress that asked for attention and received it. Cut short, it gave Richard a view of tanned and toned legs. Legs that now were already bruising and bleeding.

Forcing himself to focus, Richard pulled his phone from the inner pocket of his suit coat. 9-1-1, what is your emergency? a nasally voice spoke.

With a calm practiced through years of high-stakes business deals, Richard notified the dispatcher of the incident.

Okay sir, the voice took a softer tone, Can you tell me where you are? Richard recited the street address, estimating how close he was to the next intersection. Good. An ambulance is on its way. Have you taken her pulse? Is she breathing?

Richard turned his attention once again to the woman lying in the street. She was still. Long, damp, brown hair lay over her face, slight curls everywhere. A car, headed in the opposite direction, shone on her hair, illuminating a rainbow of brown shades. Unable to tell if there was a subtle rise and fall of her chest that would confirm that she was, in fact, breathing, Richard placed his two fingers on her neck, nearest her jugular, and exhaled as he felt the steady, strong pulse. She was alive.

The next hour flew by. Adrenaline, the red, white, and blue lights flashing, the series of questions, answers, and more questions kept Richard occupied. It wasn’t until the young woman, covered in a thin, white blanket, and strapped to the wheeled stretcher was being hoisted into the back of the ambulance that Richard really processed what he had done. The woman was still unconscious. Unresponsive the EMTs had said. Words like possible brain injury and head contusions echoed.

Catching the arm of one of the medical personnel, Richard was able to confirm the hospital where she was going to be taken. He himself had refused treatment. A small cut on his forehead and possible bruising along his chest from the strain of the seatbelt was the only injury he had obtained.

He stood before his dented car. Richard ran his hands through his now disheveled hair, breathing slowly out of his mouth. This was a mess. He looked back to the fading ambulance. There was little he could do. His head was pounding and discouragement, guilt, and bewilderment all overwhelmed him.

Chapter 2

Richard awoke the next morning sore and uncomfortable. His first thoughts were of the young woman. He didn’t even know her name. He had tried to find some sort of identification on her, but there seemed to have been none. No purse, wallet, or cell phone. Even showering, his thoughts had continued to return to the young woman. The pulsing spray on his sore muscles a continuing reminder that he had hurt someone.

The police had questioned him, and believing his story, had let him return home with no pending charges. The only stipulation had been a mandatory appearance the next day at the Police Department. It had helped that there had been a couple walking their dog nearby. They had witnessed the accident and given their own testimonial which supported Richard’s account of the accident. A report would need to be filed and there were doubtless other legal issues he would need to deal with. His car would need some work as well, but he was unconcerned with those small details. He phoned his assistant, preferring to let her deal with that particular mess. And Rachel, he finished.

Yes, Mr. Sacks?

You are going to need to contact the people at Shuxing Qiye. Push back the meetings and appointments. Tell them I’ve had a personal situation that needs attending to.

Yes, Mr. Sacks. Rachel’s voice betrayed the hint of confusion she was feeling. Richard could understand her puzzlement. Canceling meetings, even pushing the time of an appointment was out of his character. His schedule rarely changed for anything personal,