My Rainmaker William: My Rainmaker

By ELLE LOVEHEART

William

I may be the youngest of the Von Larsen brothers, but I definitely consider myself the smartest! And the most good looking. But I'm actually humble! Because I don't know how to say this, I'm actually a really big deal in the DJ world. What else was I supposed to do with my time until my brothers finally would trust me? Finally, they have. They've given me the biggest deal of my life to prove to them my assets to our family business. They gave me one instruction: Don't f*ck up. Get invited into Adir's home and on his yacht. Close the deal.

But then I met her, the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen. She was locked behind bars of her own birdcage—a golden cage—eye candy to the most horrible man I've ever come into existence with. And in our line of work, that's saying a lot. I had one instruction, one choice. But now I'm ready to risk everything to save her and take her away from him. That monster, Adir.

Iris

As soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew he was going to be trouble. But the most delicious tasting trouble there can be. It's just the type of trouble I need. I'm already surrounded entirely by trouble. Sold to Adir without a say to clear my father's debts, there is no hope for my freedom. Until him.

Until someone with just as enough power and wealth could finally challenge my captor. Would he?

• Language: English
• Publisher: ELLE LOVEHEART
• Release date: Jul 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393610106

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Chapter One

Will

I can’t believe she actually got him here.

That’s it, ladies, tell your friends DJ Wow is in the house.

I know. He’s so freaking cute. I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed.

Cute? I’m fucking gorgeous.

Oh, my God, Marissa, he’s like twenty-eight. Eww.

Twenty-seven, and when did that become old? Please, I’m in the best shape of my life, girls.

Please, he’d go for it. He’s famous. Famous people don’t care about age.

Nope, we care about staying far, far away from underage teens.

I heard Rachana’s father is paying him like fifty thousand for this party.

Try again.

My parents would die if I asked them to pay that for a DJ.

Guess I won’t be playing at your sweet sixteen, girlie.

I kept my body moving with the beats I was spinning while listening to the teenagers, who thought they were being quiet, talk right in front of the platform I was set up on. I loved what I did, spinning music, but it was usually at upscale clubs and adult private parties. So when my agent first booked me for this sweet sixteen party I was like, hell no. Then he explained the pay. I don’t know who pays that kind of money for a teenage party, but I wasn’t going to let it pass me by. I agreed, and now I was standing in one of the largest back yards in Holmby Hills looking down across an infinity pool that dropped off right into the twinkling lights of the less expensive homes below in Beverly Hills.

Most people assume Beverly Hills is the cream of the crop, until they discover Holmby Hills. The mansions here are formidable. It’s nothing for them to scoff at the seven million you spent on your little place below when they just spent twenty million on theirs, so they could look down their noses at you. Six more of these bookings and I could afford my own place down there, without the assistance of the Von Larsen Empire and my brothers.

The screeching of high pitched voices rose over the sounds of the new song I just started, Apparently, I had hit on a true favorite of the teenie-bop nation listening to me. How many hours did I have left to entertain them before I could seek out some adult entertainment of my own? I looked at my phone and sighed, causing my hair to fluff out away from my face. A gaggle of girls swooned, and I winked at them, sending them into a giggling tizzy.

That’s as far as we go, darlings. Daddy ain’t paying me enough to risk any more.

I scrolled through my laptop and popped on a synced playlist that would allow me a quick fifteen-minute break to go take a piss before announcing that the birthday girl’s parents were ready to give her birthday gift to her. I had been instructed to send everyone back out to the circular drive so they could witness her new Jag sailing up, complete with glitzy pink super-sized bow on the hood. I wondered if these kids had a clue what real life could be like. Regardless of that fact, I had a job to do and I didn’t want to ruin Mr. and Mrs. Bhanja’s surprise by being late.

I jogged away from the back yard towards the back of the house looking for a restroom. I found a door and yanked on the handle. It didn’t yield to me and I could hear voices yelling from inside. I used the flat of my palm to knock on the door.

They aren’t going to answer you.

I turned to see the birthday girl standing behind me. She was sweet looking, but had on far too much makeup and not nearly enough clothing for a girl who just turned sixteen.

Not your business, dude.

Jennalee is in there with her boyfriend having a major blow out. Apparently, she saw him kissing another girl and that is so not cool. She rolled her dark outlined eyes and waved her hands in the air.

Great, yeah, not cool. You have another restroom available down here? I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t have enough time before my playlist ended.

Yeah well, not really. I’ve designated them as make out rooms. Oh my God, don’t tell my old man I said that. He’d have a shit fit. This comment stopped her for a second and then she laughed uncontrollably. Wow, I didn’t even plan that, too funny.

I shifted from one foot to the other, my bladder growing impatient. I wondered how much she’d had to drink, which only made me have to piss more. So, a restroom?

Oh, right. You can use mine upstairs. Third bedroom on your right. She turned on her spiked heel and pointed up the winding staircase in the foyer we were currently standing in.

Thanks, kid. I hustled off, but not before I heard her cuss me out for calling her a kid. Guess her girlfriends would be getting an earful when I got back on stage. I took the stairs two at a time and sprinted down the hall to the door she had indicated.

Jesus, how long is this hallway?

My feet led me into a room so smothered in fluff, pink, and bling, I felt like I had walked into a princess disco tech. It almost hurt to look at. Without hesitating or giving it a second thought, I threw open the door and stepped into a huge marble bathroom. A scream rang out and bounced off the stone walls and floor, deafening me into a frozen state of stunned immobility. My jaw hung slack. I’m, I, um yeah wow.

I stood there with my hand on the brass door knob, gaping at this amazing creature of a grown ass woman. Not a teenage dream queen, but a marvelous, voluptuous, mouthwatering woman. She was bent over in an odd position and I took note of the flawless, olive hued curves of her body. She was close to being fully exposed. Her hand was trying desperately to unsnag the material of her pantsuit that was caught on her belly button piercing. Her almond eyes were large with alarm and I caught a glimmer and flash of the gold chain that wrapped about her waist and disappeared into the folds of the snagged fabric.

Do you need some help?

She answered me with another exasperated scream and swung her body around to hide her front, only to give me a perfect view of her amazing naked ass.

I can…

Get out! Her hand waved back at me with a faceted flash of light and I saw the enormous rock on her finger.

I’m sorry. I just thought you might want some…

Get out, you pervert. Go get your jollies somewhere else. Her body turned back to me and she glared at me, but all I could focus on were the sparkling, shimmering jewels that decorated the southern region of her body. I gaped at her jewel encrusted mound, which was fully exposed to me now.

What a fucking daydream. What a fucking night.

Get out! she screamed.

I ducked just in time to feel the breeze of air swish by my head as a trinket box sailed by me. Damn, baby. My hand yanked the door closed between the vision of nude loveliness and myself. I still had to empty my bladder.

On my way out of the room, my eyes caught sight of a mounted photograph by the door. It was the naked bathroom woman, but clothed, standing next to the birthday girl from downstairs. In my head, I would’ve never seen the resemblance, but in this picture, and the fact that it had the word sisters etched in the silver frame, I understood who the stunning beauty in the marbled restroom behind me was.

Very nice, big sis.

The flat of my palm busted against the wood of my original choice of bathroom. Hey, I think Beyoncé just rolled up.

The door flew open and two people dashed to the front doors to look outside. I dashed in and finally relieved myself, just in time to catch the end of the final song on my laptop. For the rest of my remaining sets, my eyes kept watch on the various doors that led into the back yard. Every time one opened I held my breath, and every time one closed and it was not bathroom beauty, my heart sank. It was a rollercoaster I despised. I had grown accustomed to being the one desired and not the one desiring, but she filled my brain and the only thing I could see was that ravishing, glitzy body laying sprawled in my bed.

Mr. Von Larsen?

I looked up to see Mr. Bhanja, Basil, standing in front of me.

You’re done here. I rounded it up to include your tip. My daughter and her friends are very thrilled with your services here. His finger held a folded piece of monogrammed paper.

My services?

I took the check in my hands and stared down at his scrawled signature and then over at those multitudes of zeros. Thank you, sir. Maybe we’ll meet again.

Rachana is pleased, which makes me pleased, and should make you pleased. I’m sure her friends will be calling you for their own parties.

Not a chance.

I smiled and shook his hand. My gear was already being packed up and shipped back to my hotel. I snagged my laptop, tucked my check into my back pocket, and hopped into my Lamborghini. I could not wait to get back to the Beverly Hills Hotel and wash away all the rampant, raging hormones of teenagers off my skin. My dash clock showed me it was close to three in the morning. I had no idea kids could party as hard, or as long, as adults.

You forget you were a kid once.

Thank God I wasn’t anymore. I would have no idea how to compartmentalize the hottie I saw in the bathroom if I was. My dreams were going to be awesome.

The long haired beauty ran through a field of sparkles. She sent me beaming smiles and begged me to follow her with her almond eyes. I opened my mouth to call to her and my voice came out in an annoying ringing tone. She laughed and moved her jeweled hand to signal me closer and I tried to speak again, but the same tone emitted from my mouth. I shook my head and she began to fade. The tone rang out again. My eyes flew open and the dream was over.

My laptop sat open on the hotel bedroom nightstand. I squinted at the screen to see the circular emblems of my two brothers’ faces as my screen rang out again, indicating to me in my confused, slumber filled mind that they were calling me via the FaceTime app. I tapped on the screen from the comfort of my bed, stretching out and tucking my arms behind my head under the down pillow.

Yo, Little Willie, times a tickin’. Start the coffee and get the rent a girl out of your bed, dude, said Jake, far too jovial for me at this early hour.

I held my middle finger up close to the tiny camera at the top of the laptop. Jake laughed.

I know you had a late night, little brother, but are you going to make the shop on time? That was Cole, always the worrying organizer.

I gave him a grunt and a thumbs up.

You need to be on your A game here, William.

Uh oh, big bro used my full first name.

I rolled over and covered my face with my pillow.

Come on, Willie, up and at ‘em. Early bird and all. You can sleep on the jet. Time’s a tickin’.

I was beginning to hate time and the sound of Cole’s voice saying time. I mumbled into the pillow case.

What? they said in unison over the screen.

I growled and rolled over to face them, propping myself up on an elbow. Look boys, I got this. You can trust me.

Can we? I knew Jake was half joking and half not.

I rolled my eyes.

Jake pushed in front of Cole. You can’t let us down, man. We’re really putting a lot of trust in you with this one. We think you’re ready to close your own deal, but listen bro, you gotta follow all the fucking rules. You got it?

I nodded. I suddenly felt like I was the eighteen-year-old screw up always tagging behind them, again. Cole pushed Jake back with little effort, even though I knew Jake could set him on his ass if he wanted.

There are seven custom suits waiting for you. We sent in your measurements to the tailor last week. The professional shopper has a few other items for you, suitable for the clientele in the south of France.

I raised my eyebrows. I liked the sound of that.

Cole continued, staying right on topic. This guy, Will, he’s big time, okay?

I nodded.

He’s a heavy hitter in more than one way, guns, drugs, money. And he likes to party. He loves a good time and since Jake and I have noted families now, we aren’t exactly suited for the type of hosting that’s required with this guy, Adir.

Jake pushed in. You’re perfect for it, bro. His smile was lecherous.

If Jake were here I would have clocked him one. Instead I mumbled, Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cole yanked Jake’s shoulder back. No, for real, William. Make sure your shit is together. From the moment you walk off that jet in France, you act like you own the goddamned world, you got that?

Right, I said halfway between a yawn.

As soon as you land, two women will join you and accompany you straight to dinner.

Now you’re talking my language. The thought of lovely company woke me up faster than coffee. I wondered if either of them would be as gorgeous as the woman I saw last night. I highly doubted it. I could still see the fading vision of her running through my dream. I literally had never seen such female beauty as I had seen last night. Her dark rimmed almond eyes, her long