Bad Boy Billionaire - Part Three: Bad Boy Billionaire, #3

By Coco Cadence

We ruined each other.

Adrian King, the dominant bad-boy billionaire who claimed my heart with his alpha behavior, broke me.

When unexpected secrets come to light, our relationship is put to the test. Desire disguised as love and fear of past mistakes tears us apart. Now we're left to pick up the pieces of our shattered selves.

But there is more to us than just our sinful game, something worth fighting for.

There's only one way to find out if we're meant to be together … Go hard or go home.

The third and final part of Bad Boy Billionaire, a contemporary romance serial from Coco Cadence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Coco Cadence
• Release date: Dec 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781386027140

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About Bad Boy Billionaire Part 3

We ruined each other.

Adrian King, the dominant bad-boy billionaire who claimed my heart with his alpha behavior, broke me.

When unexpected secrets come to light, our relationship is put to the test. Desire disguised as love and fear of past mistakes tears us apart. Now we’re left to pick up the pieces of our shattered selves.

But there is more to us than just our sinful game, something worth fighting for.

There’s only one way to find out if we’re meant to be together … Go hard or go home.

The third part of Bad Boy Billionaire, a contemporary romance serial from Coco Cadence.

Chapter 1

The moment I see James Dare, my client, I panic.

Why is he here? That awful man, out of all people?

My breathing speeds up, my heart beating in my throat. Fear creeps into my veins, and I jerk the chains to free myself, but to no avail. My eyes flash back and forth between him and Adrian.

Stop, Adrian growls, pulling away. He holds up his hand as the man almost reaches my face, his cock still in his hand ready to plunge into my mouth.

He immediately walks to my face, blocking anyone’s access. Then he unshackles me, freeing my wrists and then my ankles. Sore and ashamed, I sit up, and Adrian pulls me off the table, carrying me away from the crowd in his arms.

I didn’t even have to say my safe word. He saw it had to stop.

Tears well up in my eyes. It was him, I mutter, still in shock.

Adrian’s face is rigid, his eyes staring forward, not even blinking as he walks out the room, through the corridor, and up the stairs. This mansion isn’t even his, yet he knows the way by heart. He kicks open a door and brings me inside the room. There’s a bed and a closet, as well as a simple chair. He places me down on the bed and then turns to shut the door.

I wonder how he knows he can bring me here, but then again, I should be grateful he took me out of that situation. Does that mean he saw James too?

It was James, I say, closing the buttons of my panties and chest piece, making sure I’m  hidden safely behind clothes again.

I know, he growls, and he sits down beside me on the bed. Are you okay? He places his hand on my forehead and then two on my cheeks, feeling me. His hands bring tears to my eyes again.

No.

He sighs, and then he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his chest, where I rest my head and let go of the pent-up tears. He shushes me, caressing me softly, calming me down. He knows exactly how to deal with my emotions, which makes me wonder if he’s done this before, and if so, how many times?

Fuck, Adrian whispers. "I was this close …"

Close to what?

Sharing you. He clears his throat. I thought I could do it, but I can’t.

What do you mean? I look up at him.

I wanted to prove that I could do it. That I could share you.

What? I push myself away from him. This was all a test?

Listen to me. He grabs my hand. "I don’t want to share you. It was a test, and I failed. But right now, I just want to know if you’re okay."

I’m not okay, I say. I don’t understand. I thought you said you enjoyed the sight of sharing me with others?

I do. His brows draw together. Or at least I thought I did. I don’t know. It’s all so fucking complicated right now. He tightens his grip on my hand.

But you said you wanted this. You said you wanted this to be strictly sex. To bring me to the club to experience what it’s like.

I know what I said, he growls, scratching his head. I can’t explain it either.

You’re confusing me … I take a deep breath. And you haven’t even mentioned James yet. Why was he there? My client, at a party like this?

Because he’s part of this club too.

I frown. How do you know?

Because it’s not the first time I’ve seen him here.

My jaw drops, and I push myself away from him. You’ve seen him before, that means you knew he comes here.

Yes. He closes his eyes.

You already knew he comes here regularly. But you introduced yourself to him at your home. I was there. Was it all setup?

No, let me explain. He tries to grab my hand, but I stand up.

You lied to me? I say, blood rising to my cheeks.

No, I didn’t know him. I said I’ve seen him before, and I knew he came here to the club too, but that’s all. I didn’t personally know him. I’ve never talked to him before he came to my house.

And you didn’t think to even mention to me that he was a regular at this place?

No, I didn’t think it was that important … He shakes his head.

I sat with that man, I talked with that man, and I exposed myself for all to see including that man, and you knew all along he was here? Did you know he was going to participate? Was it your plan all along to have him fuck me? Was that why he wanted to buy your paintings so badly? I step back as he gets up too. It was all a farce, wasn’t it?

No, you have it all wrong.

Have I? When you’re the one who hasn’t told me the truth?

Just because I didn’t tell you something I didn’t think was important doesn’t mean I’m a liar, he says.

Omitting important information constitutes lying in my eyes. I make a face. I can’t believe this.

Don’t be so mad. I stopped him.

But you were about to let him do his thing. You knew he came here, yet you went through with it anyway, knowing he could tell every one of my clients.

He wouldn’t do that. The club’s code strictly forbids—

Screw the code! What about decency? I spit, tears welling up in my eyes again. I thought I could trust him, but apparently, I was wrong. I’m leaving.

I try to pass him, but he stops me in my tracks. Elizabeth, please think this through.

Why should I? You betrayed my trust.

I protected you. Or, at least, I’m trying my best.

Why? You said you didn’t think it was a big deal.

He grabs my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. "It is a big deal because I can see you’re hurt, and I hate seeing you hurt. It’s my responsibility."

It’s your fault this happened.

I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be this important to you that he was there. It would lift the veil of secrecy you’d be forced to endure around him since he knows exactly how we do things around here.

And that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not okay with people from my job interfering with my private life. And more importantly, I’m not okay with you not telling me. I jerk away. Now, let me leave.

As your Dominant, I forbid you.

His words cut a hole into my heart.

I love him.

I fucking love him, and that’s why it hurts even more.

I frown at him. And I refuse to answer to your demands.

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