Beach Bum Billionaire 3: A BBW Billionaire Romance, #3

By Jill Lang

Part three of Beach Bum Billionaire, a three-part series from author Jill Lang.

An unexpected visit from her ex stuns Patty, who had forgotten all about her heartache, finding Alexander Kent a tantalizing distraction. She’s falling in love with Alex, but the past has landed on her doorstep.

Alex isn’t going to let Trevor steal Patty away from him, determined to keep the curvaceous blonde exactly where she is—in his arms. A day of sailing and sex is on the agenda, followed by a trip in his private jet to Manhattan, where he will continue to woo Patty, pulling out all the stops.

Swept up in the romance of the moment, Patty feels like Cinderella. All her dreams seem to be coming true, until Alex’s ex arrives at the apartment unannounced. To compound matters, the press has gotten wind of the romance, splashing pictures of a topless Patty all over the Internet—creating a sensation.

These two lovers only want to be together, despite all the obstacles in their path. Is this the end of a whirlwind affair or the beginning of a relationship that will stand the test of time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jill Lang
• Release date: Oct 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386078999

Book preview

1

I had just spoken to my sister, Allison, and she told me my ex had arrived, wanting to talk to me. I hadn’t seen him in weeks, having fled to the Caribbean after he dumped me right before our wedding. During this time, I had met Alexander Kent, who I had first assumed was a bum, because he had been sleeping on the beach. Our time together had been brief, but I had begun to develop feelings for him, missing him terribly when he left for a few days. But … he was married, although he said he filed for divorce. Why was life so complicated?

Dressed in a white robe, I had been on the patio staring at the ocean, when Allison had waved to me from the beach below. I had gone down to talk to her, finding out that Trevor had arrived. After this conversation, I returned to the house, but I wasn’t alone. Alex’s mother and sister greeted me.

Good morning, Mrs. Kent said. How are you?

I’m … all right. How are you?

Dudley’s making breakfast. Would you like to join us?

I can’t right now. I have to go home for a minute.

Oh, that’s too bad. She wore a flowery sundress with sandals.

I glanced at Alex’s younger sister, Helena, who sat on a chair sipping coffee. She smiled at me over the rim of the cup. I had met them the night before, and they had been extraordinarily welcoming. This was a wonder considering the fact that Alex was married. They hadn’t judged me in the least, which had put me at ease. From what I gathered, they all knew his marriage hadn’t been a happy one, and they seemed almost relieved it had come to an end.

I’ve got something I have to do. I’ll probably see you later.

Well, you know where to find us, said Helena.

I needed to get dressed. Thanks.

I hurried for the bedroom, where Alex continued to sleep, his nakedness on display, while one leg tangled in the sheets. I paused to stare at him, admiring the curve of his chin, his soft-looking lips, and just about everything else about him. We had made love last night, kissing and touching—joining in sweetly pleasurable ways. I longed to take the robe off and seduce him … but I had to get dressed.

With regret, I slipped into the bathroom, collecting my thick, blonde hair into a bun on top of my head. I took a quick shower, washing off all traces of Alex, including what he had left between my thighs last night. We’d had unprotected sex, which I had agreed to, but it was doubtful I would become pregnant. Things like that rarely happened the first time.

Had everything we planned just gone out the window? As I ran the soap over my breasts, I could not help the sense that all the promises we had made, the plans to go to New York on Monday and live together, might have been wishful thinking. I hated this feeling of dread that lingered, turning my mouth down. When I emerged from the shower, I glanced at my reflection, seeing someone who looked a little tired, with slight smudges beneath the eyes. Not having time to worry about it, I found my clothing and dressed, moving about the room as quietly as I could.

Where are you going?

I jumped a little. I didn’t mean to wake you.

He turned towards me, a sleepy look on his face. Come back to bed.

I can’t. I have to go home.

Something in my tone had captured his attention. He sat up. What? I thought we were spending the day together?

We will but … I have to go for a minute.

What’s the matter?

Your brother set up my new phone. I had a couple of hundred texts and messages from Trevor.

You did?

My sister came to the house a few minutes ago. She said Trevor is here. He flew in this morning.

The ex who dumped you a week before the wedding?

I nodded.

And he’s here?

I bit my lip, hating the morning had been ruined. Yes.

And you’re going?

He flew in all the way from the states to see me. I sorta have to. And now the air around us teamed with something dark and unpleasant. I didn't know this would happen, Alex. I’m not happy about it. I came here to get away from everything and it followed me here.

Then you should see him.

I’m telling him it’s over. It should be more than obvious. He slid from the bed, his bare feet meeting the tile floor. Running fingers through his hair, he said nothing. Feeling dreadful and worried, I approached him. I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t want to wake you up like this. I was gonna go talk to him and come back after it was all over. I … I had a really good time last night.

He grabbed me, dragging me to him, his arms around my waist. I don’t want you to go.

My heart twisted. I’ll be back soon.

I want you with me, Patty.

I am with you.

Not completely. You’ve some unfinished business.

So do you.

He glanced up at me, his eyes half-closed. Yeah, but as far as I’m concerned, Megan is the past.

Trevor is the past too.

Maybe. It’s something you’re going to have to decide for yourself.

I threaded my fingers through his hair. I adore you, Alex. I hate all the baggage we have, but I think it’s worth it. I just …

Just what?

I worry about a lotta stuff. Trevor really fucked me over good. I had no reason to think we wouldn’t be married. He didn’t give any indication of having second thoughts. I was so shocked when he left. He didn’t even say goodbye to my face. He just texted me.

What a little prick. Anger laced his tone.

It was bad. I was so hurt. Tears blurred my vision at the memory. It’s hard for me to trust anyone now. I don’t know if I should believe what people say or wait until they prove they’re liars. I wish I didn’t feel this way, but I do.

He got to his feet, standing a few inches over me. I’ve not been completely straight up with you either. I didn't tell you I was married when we met. You found out the next day. I can understand how you feel. I’ve been lied to myself quite a few times. He grasped my face, his expression pleading. "But you have to believe what I tell you, honey. I meant every word I said last night. I want to be with you. I’m leaving on Monday with you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I know.

I can’t do anything about the divorce, but my lawyers are working on it. I’ve no way of proving anything I say is the truth. I wish things were different. All I have are my words and actions, but I don’t know if that’s enough for you.

It is. I have to go talk to Trevor. I muttered, This sucks.

I hope to God you come back.

I will.

He drew me close, holding me tightly. We stood this way for long minutes, the sound of waves crashing in the distance through the open doors. I felt a sense of security, a moment of belonging I hadn’t ever perceived at