Home: In the Billionaire's Hands, #1

By Meghan Alexis Moore

A BBW May/December Cinderella Romance

Lauren Matthews is working two jobs and sleeping on her friend Stacey's living room sofa to pay off her debts.

When Stacey begs her to cover her shift for one night as a waitress at a gentlemen's club, Lauren can't refuse.  Not when Stacey practically saved her from sleeping rough on the streets.

So, Lauren squeezes her curvy body into a bunny outfit but knows it's a BAD IDEA!

Seems she's right.

Before she even serves her first drink, she's hurried away to the private office of Drake Patterson, the club's enigmatic billionaire owner.

Is she in a ton of trouble, or about to be offered a proposal too good to turn down?

WARNING: This two-part billionaire romance is for busy women who devour stories in bite-sized morsels.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SpreadEagle Publications
• Release date: May 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386088363

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HOME: In the Billionaire’s Hands, Book 1

(A BBW May/December Cinderella Romance)

Meghan Alexis Moore

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2016 by Meghan Alexis Moore

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Published by SpreadEagle Publications.

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Contents

HOME: In the Billionaire’s Hands, Book 1

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Thank you!

Also By Meghan Alexis Moore

Acknowledgement

A big ‘thank you’ to all my wonderful readers.

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Lauren Matthews is working two jobs and sleeping on her friend Stacey’s living room sofa to pay off her debts.

When Stacey begs her to cover her shift for one night as a waitress at a gentlemen’s club, Lauren can’t refuse.  Not when Stacey practically saved her from sleeping rough on the streets.

So, Lauren squeezes her curvy body into a bunny outfit but knows it’s a BAD IDEA!

Seems she’s right.

Before she even serves her first drink, she’s hurried away to the private office of Drake Patterson, the club’s enigmatic billionaire owner.

Is she in a ton of trouble, or about to be offered a proposal too good to turn down?

WARNING: This two-part billionaire romance is for busy women who devour stories in bite-sized morsels.

One

Why do I feel like an extra from Bridget Jones Diary?

Lauren Matthews took a deep breath to steady the fluttering in her stomach before leaning over to grab the rabbit’s ears that completed her costume off the passenger-side seat.

As she swung her legs out of the car, the chill of the night hardened her nipples into prominent peaks.

Behave! she silently scolded them.

This was no time for them to act in their typically uncontrollable fashion.

Hastily wrapping the black, ankle-length duster jacket closer around her body, she hurried to the imposing building a few metres away.

Tomorrow morning, as she’d done every Saturday and Sunday morning since she’d been employed as a weekend cleaner at Black’s an elite gentlemen’s club, she’d used the rear entrance.

But tonight, she headed for the side entrance, as she’d been instructed by her friend Stacey.

Her steps faltered as she neared.

It wasn’t too late to turn back.

Yes, it is! she reprimanded herself.

Not only did she desperately need the money, she’d made a solemn promise to a friend who could lose her job if Lauren didn’t cover her shift.

She turned, took two steps towards her car, hesitated and then turned around again.

She couldn’t believe that it had come to this.

Four months ago she was in a relationship with a man who was going to be her future husband.

If hadn’t mattered that Neil wasn’t the knight in shining armour she’d dreamed of as a little girl.  She acknowledged that with her fiery hair, pale skin and fuller figure, she probably hadn’t been all he’d hoped for as a boy either.

But the shock of coming home exhausted from a particularly frustrating day at work to find him gone had almost killed her.

And sadly it hadn’t been because she’d been so much in love with him that his leaving had broken her heart.

No, she’d settled for Neil, perhaps in the same way he’d settled for her.  It hurt more because she’d gone against her instincts and ignored everything inside that warned her that he was nothing but a user.

He’d left a note, brief and to the point, telling her that the landlord was being a dick and had refused to return his deposit at short notice, so she had six weeks to vacate the premises.

No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘Goodbye’, no ‘Thank you’ for the eleven months she’d supported him financially while he’d developed his first Android game.

So different from the little ‘love’ notes he’d left her all over the house previously.  The ones she’d saved, reassured of his love as she’d first maxed her overdraft and then her credit card.

With over fifteen thousand reviews and a near perfect five-star average, the free beta test of his game had gone brilliantly.  When he’d launched the cleaner, paid version users had been just as keen to download it.  He’d shown her evidence and she’d waited just as eagerly as he for his first payment, relieved that he would be able to clear both her debt and his in a few short months.

She had envisioned the two of them living a life of ease, although she’d wondered sometimes if having more money would make Neil any less tight fisted.  He’d promised to be, claiming that it was purely the lack of money which had prevented him from buying her nice things previously.

For the most part that hadn’t worried Lauren.  Her tastes had never been extravagant—she’d never seen the point of spending thousands of pounds on designer clothing.  To be honest very few items she possessed cost over a hundred.

If she had a weakness it was for shoes.  Her size 4 feet were her secret pride and joy.  They were easy to find shoes for, unlike clothing for her curvy body.  According to studies, the average woman’s shoe size in the UK was a 6, so she was always fortunate to get great bargains when sales were on.  Often the most gorgeous shoes were slashed to less than half their original prices and she snapped up as many as she could afford.

Handbags were another weakness since they weren’t dependant on body size, though she avoided the too tiny ones which made her feel larger in comparison.

Being in debt had been against everything her parents had tried to instil in her.  They saved for everything they wanted.  The only exception was the mortgage on their two bedroom home after they’d married and that was now fully repaid.

Lauren hadn’t even possessed a credit card prior to Neil urging her to get one when her overdraft had reached its limit.  It had been worrying when the game had been nowhere near complete in the three months he’d allocated after resigning his very decently paid City job, but he’d convinced her that her faith in him would be repaid handsomely.

What a stupid, blind idiot she’d been!

They should have made economies when he’d decided to give up his job.  For one, they should have moved from the pricey, furnished Docklands flat he’d struggled to afford until she’d