The Cold Hearted Billionaire

By S. Anne

The Cold Hearted Billionaire
Alaska Cooper, now homeless for over three months and living out of her car, really needed the job for which she was interviewing. Alaska knew she had to do well, in this interview. She never thought that running into this unique looking man and, calling him beautiful would end with him being, her perspective employer.

Snowden Kessler, needed help for his aging parents. He knew he was on a deadline. He had to make as much money, as quickly as he could to prepare for the worst, to happen. In order to do this, he needed to make sure his parents were safe, while he was working. Then, forced to interview for in-home help for his parents... He met her! The first woman to look at him with his unusual face and call him beautiful...

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. Anne
• Release date: Jun 10, 2018

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Mr. Kessler’s Sons

The Coldhearted Billionaire

S. Anne

Disclaimer: When writing, I allow the characters to speak to me, as they will. Mr. Kessler’s Son’s series are a little more intense in the language and adult scenes. These two books are stronger in their content than the previous S. Anne’s books.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real characters, places or events is purely coincidental. All characters and situations are fiction, and directly from S. Anne.

© 2018 - S. Anne

No part of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the publisher, except brief excerpts or quotations for review purposes.

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Remember, our parents and grandparents had patience with us when teaching us to tie our shoes, learn to read, and learn to ride our bikes.

So, let’s have patience with them as they try to remember who they are, each, and every day. Even when they are trying to perform every day, ordinary tasks that perhaps they should not be performing. It might be in a supermarket, driving slowly on the freeway, or taking a little longer in a bank line.

It has been said that… Patience is a virtue!

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The Coldhearted Billionaire

Alaska Cooper, now homeless for over three months and

living out of her car, really needed the job

 For which she was interviewing.

 Alaska knew she had to do well, in this interview.

She never thought that running into this unique looking man

And, calling him beautiful

 Would end with him being, her perspective employer.

Snowden Kessler II, needed help for his aging parents.

He knew he was on a deadline.

He had to make as much money, as quickly as he could

 To prepare for the worst, to happen.

In order to do this, he needed to make sure

His parents were safe, while he was working.

Then, forced to interview for in-home help

For his parents… He met her!

The first woman to look at him

With his unusual face and call him beautiful

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter One

Mrs. Swanson, I need this job. I know I can do it. Alaska Cooper tried to assure the woman, while not sounding desperate.

Okay Alaska. We’ll try. Here’s the information. The interview is at 12:00 P.M. today, downtown at the Kessler Building on Jefferson. Whatever you do, don’t be late. If you’re one second late, you’ve lost the job. The older woman informed the young woman, sitting in front of her.

I won’t be late. As a matter of fact, what I plan to do is be there an hour early. That way I can assure that I won’t be late and lose the job. Alaska said.

Okay then. Good luck! Mrs. Swanson replied.

Alaska stood up from the soft chair, turned with the paperwork in her hands and left the office.

Thirty minutes later, waiting on the elevator car to arrive, the young woman looked up and prayed. Lord, please let me get this job. With it being a live-in position, it’ll be perfect.

Leaving the offices, she arrived at the car just as the meter reader was placing a ticket on the windshield of her little silver Hyundai Sonata. Oh no! Please? She begged.

Sorry ma’am, your time ran out. I’ve written the ticket, so I can’t tear it up, the young woman said, nonchalantly.

Just my luck, Alaska said, looking down at the ticket for one hundred twenty-five, dollars. I don’t have one hundred twenty-five dollars. I need that job more than ever, the young woman said, with tears pooling in her soft brown eyes. What next?

Getting into the car that was ten years old, Alaska prayed that the engine would turn over. She placed the key in the ignition and it turned over. Thank God, it turned over, she mumbled to herself, turning on the radio. The radio had been her only way of keeping in touch with the world since all of hell broke loose, over three months ago.

The broadcaster was talking about The Coldhearted Billionaire, again. I’m so tired of hearing about this man. I wish they’d find something else to talk about. There has to be another story happening in the business world. I don’t even know him or what he looks like, but I’m tired of hearing about him.

According to the media, this man was a brilliant minded business man. He had his hand in all kinds of businesses. His fortune was truly unknown because he was closed mouth about his business and he paid his employees to keep their mouths shut. It’s been said that when you get a job with him, you earn twice whatever the going rate is for that particular job, on the market. Thus, the reason he had practically no turnover in his company and why everyone wanted to work for him. His only requirement was devotion to him, his company, and of course, you had to keep your mouth closed.

Employees talking about his business was the cause of his turnover. The strange part was that all of the employees he’d fired all said the same thing, they should’ve kept their mouths shut. He had excellent benefits and of the over five hundred employees, when one was dealing with a tragedy, he never failed to visit them to show his presence and help out, wherever he could. Again, the reason he never had anyone wanting to leave. Another strange thing about this man was no descriptions were ever given, so you never knew what he looked like. His looks were a mystery.

The only negative thing ever heard about him was that he was caught up in a murder case about a year ago. Again, no real information was broadcasted on the situation so, no one really knew the entire story. Then, it was said that he had nothing to do with the murder. So again no one knew much about The Coldhearted Billionaire.

I know he’s a cold hearted, brilliant minded business man to the world and as quiet as it’s kept, he was a good employer, but there has to be another story out there. There just has to be in the business world. Even though, I wish I could get a job right now working for him, Alaska said the empty car.

Deciding that she would drive directly to the Kessler building so that if the car didn’t start again at least she’d be at the building where the interview was to take place. Arriving at the Kessler building, she pulled up to the security office and was greeted by a security guard with a smile on his face.

I have a noon appointment with a Mr. Snowden Kessler. May I park in here? She asked, looking at the young attendant hoping and praying that she’d be allowed to park here. That way if her car didn’t start then she’d have it in a safe place until she was able to get it repaired.

Yes ma’am, you can park here, he answered raising the wooden security arm allowing her to pull in.

Have a great day, Alaska yelled, pulling through to begin looking for an empty space,

Once she found an empty space, she pulled in, put the car in park then, reached over to the backseat to retrieve her only dress. She dug through a bag and located a pair of mid-size wedge heel shoes. Next, she reached for her toiletry bag which held her pitiful assortment of make-up. After she had everything she needed to dress in the building, she got out of her car and locked it.

Once in the building, she found a bathroom, on the twelfth floor which is where the interview was to be held. After spending time in there preparing for the interview and giving herself a motivational speech, she walked out of the bathroom to run right into a huge, hard wall of muscle and skin.

Oh, I’m… I’m so sorry. Please… Alaska was trying to apologize when she felt her nerve endings experience a shot of excitement unlike anything she’d ever felt. It was exciting, it was shocking, but most of all is was totally unexpected.

Be care… the tall wall of muscle and skin was saying at the same time that Alaska was apologizing.

Looking up and into the strangest eyes she’d ever seen, had Alaska speechless. This man was unlike any other man she’d ever seen in her life. When she looked up, she expected to see a tall man with black or brown hair. Some shade of tan, brown, or chocolate coloring is what she expected to see, but what she saw was a man who appeared to have no skin coloring and his eyes mesmerized her. His iris had a light blue middle, the closer it got to this pupil, but the closer the iris got to the sclera or the white part of the eye, the redder the iris looked. 

Beautiful! She whispered, not realizing that she was speaking these words out loud.

Thank you. That’s a first. I’ve had many different reactions to my looks, but I’ve never had a woman call me beautiful, Snow returned.

Oh no. Did I say that out loud? Alaska whispered, looking up at the big man then, dropping her head. Embarrassment colored her milk chocolate brown face, turning it red.

Yes, you did. Snow returned arrogantly, looking her up and down then he said, Be careful.

After that, he turned and walked away, Alaska took a deep breath thinking about the unusual looking man. He had to be what was called albino. He looked like a black man, by the texture of his hair, but the coloring was all nonexistent.

I’ve heard about albinism. It’s a congenital disorder. People are born with a partial or absence of pigment in their skins. And with his eyes looking like they do, he must have been born with it in his eyes also. His skin looks extremely white. The only coloring was from his navy blue suit which was probably reflecting more blue in his eyes. I wonder if he was wearing green, would the green show up in his eyes. I also wonder if he’s the same way under his clothes? Where the heck did that come from? Keep focused girl. You need this job. Keep focused!  

I need to get going. I don’t want to be late and lose this job before I even interview for it, Alaska murmured to herself, walking down the long hall looking for suite twelve hundred. When she arrived, she knocked slightly on the door before pushing it inward.

Come in, a mature, professional voice could be heard answering the door in response to the knocking.

Good afternoon, my name is Alaska Cooper and I have a twelve, noon appointment with Mr. Kessler. Alaska shared slowly entering, allowing the door to slowly close behind her. God forbid that it should slam shut creating a loud noise.

Yes, Ms. Cooper come on in. I’m Alice, Mr. Kessler’s personal assistant, he just stepped out, but I was given instructions to escort you into his office to await his return. Please follow me?

Thank you, Alaska returned walking behind the older woman who appeared to be somewhere in her fifties. She was impeccably dressed in a black and white two-piece suit, white blouse with a collar, and low heeled black patent leather shoes.

Oh, no problem. Please, have a seat here. Mr. Kessler will return shortly, Alice instructed Alaska, turning to leave the office.

I can’t believe that she’s leaving me in here alone? What if I were some thief? Alaska was just thinking that, when the door opened unexpectedly, scaring the young woman so that she jumped in her seat and yelped, Oh!

Did I startle you? The deep voice rumbled.

No. I mean yes. Oh, it doesn’t mat… Alaska stopped talking mid-sentence. It was him. The man from the hallway. Oh, wow! How am I supposed to be able to sit through an interview with this handsome, if unusual looking man after I’ve called him beautiful?

I have one question for you and this interview will be over and done with. He instructed, walking behind the desk, sitting down, and looking her in the eyes.

What if I have two answers to the question and you like one answer better than the other. Will you allow me to answer with both answers or will you only accept one of the answers? Alaska shot back at the man, startling him.

No, you have one answer. So, I suggest you think carefully about your answer. The man whom she assumed was Mr. Kessler returned.

May I ask you a question before we get started? Alaska asked the beautiful man, sitting in front of her, now lounging back in the big black chair, with his hands holding a bottle of water under his chin, concentrating on her.

Sure, what is it? He clipped.

Are you Mr. Kessler? She asked, looking directly at the man and his unique eyes that she’d just decided she loved.

Yes, I am Snowden Kessler.

I just wanted to be sure that I was in the correct interview, she aanswered, now looking down at her hands in her lap.

Are you ready?

Yes, I’m ready.

Okay, if you had parents who were needing some additional assistance as they got older, would you place them in a skilled facility where you knew that they’d be safe and receiving the proper care around the clock? Snow asked the beautiful young woman sitting in front of him, now looking down at her hands which were interlaced while she worked her thumbs in circles.

This is going to sound strange, but no. If I could afford it, they’d never leave their home unless it was an unsafe home. I’d… She stopped because he stood, held up his hand.

Then he said, This interview is over with. Thank you for coming. He turned and immediately walked out of the room through the door he’d entered no less than fifteen minutes before. 

What the hell? Alaska asked the empty room. Was that a bad answer? I guess it was. You’re now sitting here alone!

Standing up, she left the room. When she entered the outer office, Alice wasn’t there, so she let herself out. Walking to the elevators, Alaska went over her answer to her one question and wondered, "Did he think that was the wrong answer. Well, I’m sticking by my answer. Too many people these days just want to throw their parents into skilled nursing facilities so that they can be free to go on about their lives. 

If my parents were here, God rest their disturbed souls, I’d never place them in a nursing facility, even after what happened three months ago. Especially, not if I had the money and could afford for them to have the proper care at home. By the way, what kind of question is that for a person to ask when interviewing, especially in a business building like this and what did it have to do with business? Alaska finished mumbling to herself.

Leaving the elevator car to walk to the lower level of the building and the parking structure, Alaska didn’t see Snowden, she was busy thinking about the interview. It was the strangest interview she’d ever had and over the last three months she’d been on almost twenty interviews. Nothing was working out for her. She’d have to spend one more night in her car. Well, thank God it wasn’t cold out. At least, not yet!

Just as she was about to open the door to her car, a limousine pulled up next to her and she immediately became worried. Was there something shady going on there? Were there men in there with horrible thoughts on their minds? Why was that car stopping in front of her? Over the last three months, she’d seen and heard some pretty horrific things, mostly at night. Not having a home to be safe in, left her extremely vulnerable. It’s gotten to the point that she’d began parking her car in twenty-four Walmart parking lots just to feel safe. Or she’d find a quiet street in the suburbs and park well after midnight then, leave before seven in the morning. She’d learned to never park on the same street twice. She’d seen and heard some horrible things and her mind was always on overload.

Why is this car stopping? What do they want? She thought to herself just as the window to the backseat passenger side of the long car went down, the driver got out, and walked around to open the rear door.

Alaska immediately walked back from the car and the man getting out of the driver’s door. Relax! You’re safe! Snowden crooned from the window.

Who… Alaska was about to ask when she noticed who was in the car.

I just wanted to let you know that you’ve got the job. But, I need to take you to your workplace. That is going to require you trusting me. Snowden said, waiting for her response, realizing this was an unusual request.

I don’t know you like that. I’ll follow you in my car, Alaska answered, looking him in the eyes.

I need you to trust me on this.

I don’t know you like that. I don’t trust anyone I don’t know.

Okay, then get in your car and follow us, Snow relented. Good to know that she doesn’t just trust anyone who walks up off the streets with a story for her. Then, just maybe they’ll be safe with her.

Sitting there, he nodded his head to Bruce, his driver. Bruce who was also Snowden Kessler’s best friend turned and got behind the wheel of the car. They sit there for four minutes before they realized that her car wasn’t starting. After five minutes, Snow opened the door of his car and said, You passed the test, please get in this car. I’ll have your car towed to the repair shop. Please, get in here? I’m running out of time.

After sitting there for another two minutes Alaska decided that she desperately needed this job, so she’d better get in the car. Besides, Ms. Swanson wouldn’t send me on an interview with someone who wasn’t safe. So, gathering her personal possession bag, and as much of her stuff as she could, she climbed into the back seat of the limousine with Mr. Kessler.

Thank you. He said, closing the door behind himself as he slid into the car behind her.

I’m sorry that my car wouldn’t start, Alaska felt the need to apologize.

No problem. I’ll have it repaired. You’ll be needing it for your job. It’s a nice sturdy mid-size car. It’ll be good to have, if needed. Mr. Kessler shared.

Mr. Kessler… She was cut off before she could ask her question.

Snowden or Snow, he returned.

I’m sorry?

My name is Snowden, but you can call me Snow. You don’t have to refer to me as Mr. Kessler. That’s my dad.

I see. Well, Snowden, I was just wondering what the job entails. I was under the impression that it was as a file clerk in your office. Alaska said, knowing that the position was a live-in position. Originally, she thought it was as a housekeeper.

No, this job wasn’t for a file clerk. Did you have a background check done for file clerk positions?

I wouldn’t know because I’ve never work as a file clerk. I just thought it was because of the nature of your files. What with HIPAA and all.

No, you were just hired as a twenty-four hours, seven days a week, live-in caregiver for my parents. I need someone that I can trust to care for them while I’m working during the day and some evenings. I usually care for them, but my dad’s memory is getting worse and I need some help. I need to be sure that they’re safe while I’m working. Is there a problem with you living-in? Snowden asked the beautiful young woman.

No, there isn’t a problem. I can live-in. Alaska answered, happy to be able to sleep somewhere other than stretched out on the seat of her car.

Will you have to give a week or a month’s notice to your current leasing office for your home or apartment? Or do you have a lease that we’ll need to break. I’ll pay whatever it is. I need you right now, like today!

That will be fine. You don’t have to worry about the termination notice to anywhere.

"Why not?