Billionaire Hiding - Complete Set: Billionaire Hiding

By Tiger Lily

Julianna Morello didn't expect to find someone living at the beach house. She also didn't expect to follow this handsome stranger inside the house for a night of no strings sex.

But one night wasn't enough, and when she finds out the stranger is billionaire Trent Carson who is hiding after being threatened for an embezzlement scandal with his former company, she's wants more.

Drawn into his life she finds it hard to walk away. Her body craves him, her heart is opening. Until everything turns upside down when his past comes crashing back into his life and hers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiger Lily
• Release date: Dec 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386137023

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COMPLETE STORY

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Copyright © 2015 by Tiger Lily

All Rights Reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imaginations or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

Version: 1.01

Last Updated: September 2015

Table of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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PART ONE

Chapter 1

The lights of the club are giving me a headache. I turn to my friend Rachel. There are no good guys here. I’m going home.

Are you sure? Maybe someone will turn up later. You never know.

I laugh. I doubt that. How often do you meet someone great in this town? All we get is drunk tourists or old retiree’s. I lean and give her a kiss on the cheek. Are you staying?

Yep, Stacey wants to have shots.

Don’t get too drunk.

She winks at me. Where’s the fun in that?

I shake my head and walk toward the back entrance. I’d rather leave this way than be stopped by guys seeing me leave on my own.

Luck, however, isn’t on my side. Two guys are having a cigarette and leaning against the brick wall.

Hey beautiful, says a man wearing a blue denim jacket. What are you doing out here all by your lonesome? He nudges his friend. Need some company walking you home?

I shake my head. No thanks, I say politely. I’m good. I hope that’s enough for them to get the hint.

You know, someone like you shouldn’t be walking the streets all alone, there are drunken men around here with lust in their pants.

There are always drunk men in this town, I sigh.

The guy with the jacket leers at me and I feel an uncomfortable shiver on my skin as his gaze rakes toward my breasts.

I stand up so I can look more imposing while I slip my hand to the pepper spray that I keep in my purse. My spray has served me well.

Most gentlemen keep to themselves when they hear a girl say she doesn’t need any help, I take a step away from them. And I can look after myself.

Is that so? The friend crosses his arms over his chest as if contemplating whether to push me further. I can tell he isn’t the smartest cat in the hen house. Fortunately for both of us, he isn’t going to try anything. Well, if you need anything, just call real loud. We’ll be partying ‘till late.

Good to know. I hurry past them; glad they aren’t following, and pull out my phone, making it clear that I’m not interested in talking with them any longer.

As I walk away I hear them snicker as they say something to each other. Probably making a sexist joke about me. I don’t care, I’m just glad they left me alone. Cretins. God, I hate the summer tourist season.

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I’m not ready to go home yet. Even after the encounter with the drunken idiots, I feel too alive to go to bed.

It’s a serene quiet night for a Friday night, even if it is summer. The moon is high and the stars are bright. I pull my shirt closer so I’m not showing as much cleavage and decide that I’m going to walk toward the beach first and see if the water’s warm enough for a dip. It’s still too hot to sleep and far too early. A night time splash in the waves might be just the thing to salvage the night and cool me down.

The beach is usually empty of people at night and I do love a late night dip.

It doesn’t take long to reach the boardwalk and the edge of the sand. I unbuckle my heels so I can walk to the water without impaling my heel into the soft ground.

When I reach the edge where the water laps the shore I stop, wigging my toes in it. It’s cool and feels so good from the hot night that I moan in pleasure. I have to take a swim now, there’s no way I can’t. I look around to make sure I’m alone. I am. There are only a few private houses here that line the edge of the boardwalk, but they all have their lights off. Mostly holiday houses, so the occupants are either inside asleep or at their regular houses. I strip off until I’m naked and place my belongings carefully on a rock so they won’t get wet.

I don’t plan to go in deep and the water is calm, but I’ll still need to be careful with my footing. I wade in as the waves rise up my body. I bite my lip as the water laps at my pussy. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex and the water reminds me of how good it feels to be touched there. Maybe I can give myself a little bit of self pleasure tonight once I get back home.

When the water is up to my waist, I duck my head underneath and come up. The salt water lingers on my lips and I lick it off deliciously. I could easily stay here all night swimming, but I won’t. Nevertheless I linger longer than I anticipated.

A noise of someone approaching startles me and I duck low in the water, looking in the direction of the shore. I can’t see anyone yet, but decide that it’s probably time to leave.

I can’t see anyone. I get out and quickly dry myself off with my shirt, then dress, not caring that I’m still damp. Once I’m dressed and my pepper spray is in my hand, I warily look around. I jump when I hear another noise but when I look I still can’t see anything.

I grab my heels and make my way up the sand.

Someone is ahead, standing on the boardwalk and blocking my path back to the street. I can’t see clearly who it is, but I’m sure it’s a man. I tell myself it’s just someone on a nighttime beach stroll. Probably not dangerous, but this isn’t time to find out. I consider my options. I could double back toward the water again, perhaps wait it out near one of the beach houses until the person leaves. I’m sure they didn’t see me, and I’m sure it’s nothing, but the incident with the two drunken cretins has unnerved me. I decide that waiting is my best option.

The nearest house has a large wooden deck that overlooks the ocean. Various outdoor patio furniture points toward the sea. If I lay on the low chaise lounge chair I doubt anyone could see me from the beach.

The lights are off and it looks as if no-one is at home. I know it’s trespassing but I figure it’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going to do any damage or anything.

I unlatch the gate as quietly as possible and close it behind me. I move to the chaise lounge and lie down against it just out of sight. I can see well enough from my vantage point to see if anyone followed me. I take out my pepper spray, just in case.

There is a noise at the bottom of the steps, someone’s coming up. I curse under my breath. It’d be just my luck to have chosen the one place to hide that isn’t unoccupied at all, and I have to explain why I’m laying on their chaise lounge in the dark. Either that or I’m in more trouble that I thought.

I grip the pepper spray in my hand and hold my breath as the person approaches.

A man unlatches the gate then he walks to the back glass sliding doors and begins to unlock them. I’m not sure he’s seen me yet. Maybe I can still get out of here.

But I’m frozen to the spot. He’s completely gorgeous, water dripping down his naked body.

Seems I’m not the only one that likes midnight ocean swims.

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Chapter 2

I’ve not seen him before, and I know most of the people in this town. He’s new. Thank goodness we’ve got someone good looking in this town finally.

I don’t know if he knows that I’m here. I decide that I’ll wait until he goes inside then I can get the hell out of here. I crouch down lower and try not to breathe. My pulse is beating so loudly that I’m sure he can hear it.

Just when I think I’m safe and he’s about to go inside he turns around.

I saw you in the water. His voice is low and throaty.

You were watching me? I don’t know what to think since I was naked in the water. But then again, this guy is as well; so perhaps being nude isn’t such a big deal for him. He might be a naturalist. Who knows?

For a while. I couldn’t stop watching you. You were mesmerizing.

I gulp. So you got naked yourself and followed me? That’s kind of creepy, you know.

No, I was in first and got out when you approached. I didn’t want to scare you. Sorry if I did, I was trying to stay out of your way. Guess that’s failed when you saw me on the boardwalk. I thought I was out of sight.

It was you on the boardwalk.

He nods. It was. Again trying to stay out of your way and failing.

So, this is your house.

He nods. I’m staying here for a while. He turns and looks into the house even though the lights are out and I can’t see inside the tall glass windows. It’s comfortable enough.

Right. I stand up. This is as good a time as any to make my exit. Well, I’m sorry I trespassed and it was nice to meet you, but I should get home now. Sorry to have bothered you.

You didn’t bother me. Actually you are the most exciting thing that’s happened to me for a while. Don’t talk to people much lately. He pauses and looks like he’s contemplating asking me something. Would you like to come inside and grab a drink?

I hear a click. Suddenly a light comes on and I’m blinded for a moment. I’m still standing there like an idiot as he opens the door to his house and walks inside.

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A drink. We all know that come inside and have a drink is code for come inside and fuck. Is that what I want right now? It’s been a while, and he’s super hot.

I follow him inside.

Nice, I say. Inside is more luxurious than I figured it would be from the outside. Stainless steel appliances in the kitchen. Marble coffee table in the living room. Expensive artwork adorns the walls. This guy comes from money. Then if he does, he really should be wearing clothes. He can certainly afford them.

As if he’s read my mind he pulls on a pair of shorts that were folded neatly on a stool.

I look him over with this dark tousled hair, still wet from his own swim, and his stubbled chiseled chin. He can’t be much older than mid twenties. Maybe thirty if he’s led an easy relaxed life. Perhaps it’s not his money and his parents are rich.

It’s not much, he says. But it works.

It’s amazing. And way nicer than my apartment. You live here by yourself?

He nods. I wanted somewhere to get away. He turns back to me. I’m not much of a people person.

Me either.

He turns around and walks over to me, extending his hand for me to shake. It takes all my willpower to keep my gaze on his face. I’m Trent.

I’m Juliana. I see no reason to lie.

Juliana. The way he whispers my name back to me is sexy. I bite my lip. I’m totally having a one night stand with him now. Would you like a drink, Juliana? He walks over to a large double-doored refrigerator and pulls out two bottles of beer. He opens a drawer and uses a bottle opener to lever off the caps.

Love one. I grab the beer and quickly take a sip. There’s something raw about him that I haven’t got from other guys I’ve been with. Something powerful. Confidence. That’s it. And no wonder with his body and his looks. Who wouldn’t have confidence if you had that?

I can feel my skin tingle as I glance down. My body is thinking instead of my brain. I take another sip and try and push the thoughts out of my mind while keeping my gaze on his face.

Small talk. Maybe I can engage him in conversation before we get to what we both know is going to happen soon. How long have you been here? I haven’t seen you around.

He looks thoughtful. Three weeks. Not long. He smiles and I wonder how old he is. He only looks to be a few years older than myself, but he’s in such good shape that I could be mistaken. You’re the first person to be inside here since I moved.

I am? I take surprise at that. This would be the perfect place to bring a date and this guy wouldn’t have any trouble getting a date.

I take in the surroundings and then glance at the bedroom door. It’s open and inside I can see a large king sized bed with crisp cotton sheets. Well, if he’s never had anyone here before, that means he’s never fucked anyone on that bed. Yet. I could be the first. I quickly shake away the thought as soon as it enters my head, but it’s hard to get rid of when there’s a super hot guy sitting in front of you naked from the waist up.

So, you swim naked all the time? Are you a naturalist?

He looks down at himself and grazes his hand over his shorts. His cock stiffens under his touch. Oh perfect, now I have to look at his semi-erection through his pants, this isn’t going to