The Billionaire's Call Girl Book 4: A forbidden Alpha Billionaire Romance, #4

By Kaycee Kline

In the fourth and final installment of The Billionaire's Call Girl series, Annie is forced to make some difficult decisions about the people in her life as well as a career choice that has become increasingly dangerous.

After a brutal physical attack she is forced to find a way to maintain her balance of independence with a man as protective and successful as Lincoln Saviour.

And just how will he react to Annie's injuries and those responsible for her misfortune?  Will his decisions in the aftermath push them apart or draw them closer together?

In the conclusion of their love story we see both Lincoln and Annie going after what they want in life following a tragedy that will force them to admit their greatest desires. Will they end up together?

Can Lincoln really be Annie's happily ever after, or is it all just too good to be true?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaycee Kline
• Release date: May 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386817178

Book preview

Prologue

Lincoln

I still couldn’t believe I’d been so naïve, allowing Annie to go on that last date against my better judgment. I knew from the moment she brought it up that it was a bad idea. And now more than ever I questioned if Julie was the right type of person to be in her life.

Annie was my world, and the thought of her being hurt, or even in danger, filled me with a rage I’d never felt before. I’d tried the passive role, which had ultimately led to destruction, so going forward I was determined to be more assertive with her. Annie was strong and independent, but she would have to learn to take my advice and prioritize her safety, especially after what had happened to her.

So many things would change once my plan was in motion. I had spent the past few weeks tweaking every little detail so that it would go off without a hitch. I was almost ready to bring Annie in on my master plan, I just needed to finalize a few last minute alterations.

Mr. Saviour, Michael is here for you, my housekeeper Lupita announced from the doorway of my home office.

Send him in, I instructed, anxious for my latest update from the private investigator I’d hired to keep Annie safe when we last split up.

Now more than ever I was concerned about her well-being, and on top of that seeking revenge on the assholes who put her in the hospital in the first place.

Hello, sir, Michael greeted me as he entered my office carrying a stack of manila folders.

I motioned to the chairs across from me, silently instructing him to sit down while I made my way around the mahogany desk to sit directly next to him.

So what’s the update? I cut to the chase, ready to learn what he’d discovered.

Well, we’re pretty sure the men following Annie had nothing to do with the attack, sir. But we have identified the man that booked the date with Julie as Harvey Langston. Apparently he was blacklisted for previously abusing her, but he used an alias. We traced the credit card he used to secure the date to a subsidiary owned by his company, connecting him to the crime. Unfortunately, the booking company doesn’t do too thorough of a background check, He explained with a regretful shake of his head.

The blood began to rush through my veins as my hands unconsciously balled into fists. As I listened to Michael’s summary, my teeth clenched as a name was finally put to the monster that had attacked my sweet Annie. Michael reached for the manila folder and I knew that he was seconds away from revealing the face of the culprit, so I stood to gather myself.

Walking over to the dry bar in my office, I poured myself three fingers of whiskey in an attempt to calm my nerves. Michael had just confirmed every fear I had about Annie’s profession—the men were abusive and could easily get around every security check provided by the booking companies she used.

That’s him? I motioned my glass tumbler towards the folder in Michael’s hand after taking a large gulp of my drink.

Yes, sir, he confirmed quietly, aware of how sensitive a topic this was for me. Michael had been researching this man for weeks after the booking company refused to release any information without Julie’s written consent.

Walking back to the chairs, I took a deep breath before extending my hand, not quite ready to confront the information he had uncovered.

Michael reluctantly released the folder while carefully watching my movements as I sat and placed the glass tumbler on the coffee table between us.

When I opened the folder I was shocked by the face staring back at me. I had expected the perpetrator to be a thug with tattoos and a mug shot, so I was a little disappointed by the information Michael had put together, which looked more like a financial portfolio I would receive for a potential client than a criminal rap sheet.

The man was clean cut, wearing a tailored suit and designer sunglasses. Without seeing his eyes I couldn’t be sure, but he looked like someone I might have known.

I didn’t have many close friends in Los Angeles, but I had racked up quite a few associates through my business connections over the course of my short time in the city. There was a strict uniform for people in the corporate world, and Harvey seemed to fit the description, which was what I assumed was familiar about him.

That was until I flipped to the third photo in the file. My mouth dropped open as I took in the scene: it was a photo of Harvey with a tie around his head, standing on a table with a bottle of Jameson Whiskey in his hand. He looked ridiculous, but that wasn’t what took my breath away. It was the fact that I was in the picture as well, sitting in a large red chair in the distance.

He was at my party? I bit out, disgusted that I had actually rubbed shoulders the night of my birthday with the man that would eventually put the love of my life in the hospital.

It seems that way, sir. I’m not sure if that’s where he met Julie, but he definitely had a connection with her there, and from my photos it seems he was quite aggressive with her that night, he grimaced while sharing the evidence with me.

What else do you have in these folders? I asked, hoping there wasn’t any more information about Harvey. My head was beginning to throb as I struggled to believe I had been cordial with someone who could be so vile.

Oh, there’s not much more ready to present to you yet, but we are working on identifying the men that were looking for Annie, he explained while pulling out another photo and handing it to me.

The two men in the photo looked like the type I’d suspected assaulted Annie. They were dressed like thugs, wearing black t-shirts and baseball caps pulled low to hide most of their faces, along with an assortment of tattoos on their necks and arms.

"Do you know why they’re looking for her?" I asked after examining the picture in great detail.

No, sir. But they haven’t been back around so I wasn’t sure if you’d like us to continue the search. It might do more harm than good, as it appears they’re laying low at the moment. Any further interest could stir the hornet’s nest, so to speak, he replied, attempting to reason with me.

Of course I want you to continue the search! Why would I leave someone that was looking for my, I paused wanting to refer to Annie as my wife. ‘Girlfriend’ wasn’t a strong enough title for what Annie meant to me. Why would I leave them unchecked, only to potentially come back and attack Annie later? I continued in a much more controlled tone.

I completely understand, sir. We’ll look to draw them out and continue twenty-four seven shadowing while we anticipate them making their move, he strategized while typing something into his Blackberry.

And I want to know about any new developments in real time. You have the private line; use it when necessary, I ordered harshly.

My meetings with Michael always seemed to frustrate me. They showed just how much I wasn’t in control and made me feel more vulnerable than I was used to.

Being in love with Annie was like walking around with my heart outside my body. Knowing I couldn’t keep her safe often left me feeling helpless.

I carried an immense amount of guilt for what had happened to her, because it was my duty to protect her and I’d failed miserably. Now, I was determined to never let harm come her way again. I wrapped up the meeting with Michael before finishing my drink in silence.

I knew what I needed to do to protect Annie, I just hoped she was willing to go along with my plan.

Chapter 1

So much had changed in the three weeks since I’d left the hospital. Following a two week stay, and countless hours of rehabilitation, I was finally beginning to feel like myself again.

During that awful night with Julie I suffered a minor concussion in addition to bruising on most of my body. Luckily none of my bones were broken in the attack, however I did suffer from extreme swelling and some minor internal bleeding, which left me bedridden for several days.

After hearing what I’d recounted to the police officers about the assault, my doctor speculated that my defense (i.e., curling into a ball), had most likely protected me from serious injury.

When I sarcastically thanked my deceased mother for teaching me how to get my ass kicked, Lincoln clenched his teeth and stormed out of my hospital room.

I couldn’t tell who was more traumatized by my injuries: Lincoln or my baby sister Gracie, who refused to see me until the swelling lessened on my face. I was constantly trying to reassure both of them that I was okay and the attack was not worth their anger or worry, but each time I was met with disbelief and often irritation.

Sometimes I felt as if they blamed me for what happened, although I was sure Lincoln held my best friend Julie responsible, which often resulted in him saying callous things about her. I even heard him deny a call from her hospital room once, despite my being listed as her emergency contact. It was as if he wanted to end our friendship.

I actually didn’t blame Julie for what had happened. And although I initially blamed myself, I’d come to forgive my naiveté, while channeling my anger towards Harvey and his minions who seemed to take all of their orders from him. I was working with the police to hold them all accountable for their actions, despite Harvey’s constant attempts to buy Julie’s silence and loyalty.

Unfortunately Julie wasn’t as well equipped to take an ass whooping as me, and her lack of preparation resulted in far more severe injuries.

From what I could remember she was physically attacked much worse than I and her injuries were the proof. Julie suffered a broken arm, as well as two broken ribs, and a fractured wrist, in addition to a concussion and two black eyes.

Her face was so swollen when we first arrived at the hospital that the doctors couldn’t even identify her as the woman in her driver’s license photo.

Gracie vomited upon seeing Julie and refused to see me out of fear that I looked equally as bad. While my injuries paled in comparison to my best friend, I was grateful that my little sister didn’t see me until my injuries subsided a bit.

Lincoln, however, saw me only hours after the assault and the impact seemed to be devastating. Thankfully it didn’t cause him to push me away; instead it had only brought us closer.

Lincoln had become obsessed with my safety, treating me like a glass doll that could break at any second. I had security following me at all times, and up until recently I wasn’t even allowed to drive myself.

Although the extra security was an annoyance, I couldn’t fault Lincoln for wanting to keep me safe. In actuality, it made me feel loved and cared for.

However, the most devastating change was Lincoln’s refusal to make love to me. Even my most desperate propositions were denied, but at least we were able to spend more private time together since our relationship was out in the open now.

And while I desperately missed our sex life, the lack of contact did help us deepen our bond with one another.

We spent most of our nights together talking about our future and what we saw for ourselves. It was on one of those nights that I confessed the research I’d done to find a college program to fulfill my dream of becoming a teacher.

The next morning, Lincoln excitedly