For Fortune: A Billionaire Romance: Arsen's Rules, #4

By Michelle Love

Wicked Memories

Arsen found himself going back in time as he held Steel while she slept a fitful sleep.

Anne Sinclair was on his mind and how they got together in the first place.

He found himself feeling a little guilty as he relived their first night together.

Arsen held his true love in his arms and recalled that fateful night Anne Sinclair and

one of her friends found him in a small bar after a tough first day at college.

Anne's treatment of him was revealed. Arsen's memories of it all had him feeling sick.

A text had him waiting at dawn for someone who might be able to tell him something

which might get them out of the predicament they were both in.

After a talk with his driver, Paul, as they waited for the texter to show up,

Arsen knew he had more to do before asking Steele to become his wife and start the

family he was beginning to want pretty badly. But will this be the end for him when he

sees whoever it is behind the wheel and makes a decision all might regret?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Love
• Release date: Apr 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393894155

Michelle Love

Mrs. Love writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha billionaires who love them. She has found her own happily ever after with her dream husband and adorable 5 year old. Currently, Michelle is hard at work on the next book in the series, and trying to stay off the Internet. "Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this. Thanks!" Sign up for her mailing list to receive advanced notifications before she launches her next book so that you can get it at a discounted and most times FREE! Use the link below to subscribe and enjoy your copy of "Dirty Little Virgin:  A Submissives Secrets Novel" https://dl.bookfunnel.com/3s2x148uer  Follow me on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100014912882501 

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For Fortune

FOR FORTUNE

A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

MICHELLE LOVE

ARSEN’S RULES 4

CONTENTS

Blurb

1. For Ever

2. Arsen

3. For Fear

4. Gwen

5. For Fortune

6. Gwen

7. Steele

8. Arsen

Sneak Peek - For Revenge

About the Author

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BLURB

Arsen Sloan is a thirty-five-year old monster of a lawyer. Highly successful as a criminal lawyer, specializing in murder cases, he has only lost one case in his career. Allen White was the second defendant that he represented some ten years earlier. He was convicted of murdering one of his high school teachers after kidnapping her for a period of two months and eventually killing her.

Arsen is aware that the man who lost ten years of his life in prison has been released after serving only part of his sentence, gaining his freedom on parole as he turned his life over to God, or so he has made everyone believe he has turned into a prison evangelist.

Things begin to go very wrong for Arsen and very quickly his freedom is at stake as not one, but three of his kink-inclined lovers have been found murdered. Arsen is into some dark and shady things in the city of San Francisco where he works defending some of California’s worst criminals.

With his life hanging in a balance that he never thought possible, Arsen avoids his usual BDSM clubs, and goes out to a nice, normal club that many law students frequent in San Francisco.

1

FOR EVER

GWEN

Cold night air had goose bumps covering her skin which felt every little prick of the brittle, dry, tall grass she crawled on her belly through. Gwen kept picturing herself as a military hero in a jungle somewhere.

Anything she could do to take her mind off the way her body was shutting down was what she was doing to get to help.

Haunting sounds of Allen’s cries as Anne whipped him with something moved through the night air. They seemed so far away and Gwen almost felt sorry for the psychotic bastard who’d kidnapped her.

She had to keep reminding herself that she had a mission. Her body would refuse to move at times and she’d have to stop and rest for a while. Each time she did that meant she was losing precious time.

Anne and Allen had their own mission. To ruin Arsen and kill Steele. Gwen had to make it to someone to get her to the police before it was too late.

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If I can make it to the road without dying myself!

2

ARSEN

Steele slept fitfully in his arms, keeping him from sleep. Not that he could with all which was happening. The light from his phone caught his attention as he lay there in the dark, listening to Steele’s mumbles as she talked in her sleep.

He reached over to pick up the phone on the nightstand beside his bed to find a text. The number was odd, all sevens. He hesitated before opening it to read it.

With a swipe of his forefinger it was open, and it said

-We need to meet, you and I. Dawn in front of your apartment. I’ll be waiting in a blue Camaro.-

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Arsen placed the phone back on the table and then he was really awake. Dawn was a mere three hours away.

His mind was racing with who it could be and if they could help him out of his current situations. Any of them.

Arsen’s problems seemed to keep building. Like all things which build up too high, he had hopes of everything crashing, but not down on him.

He held the love of his life in his arms. Never had he known love like he knew for Steele. Not even his first love had been so complete.

Finally, a real future with a wife and kids stood before him. Only a tall fence with sharp, pointed tops stood between him and that future. He had to climb that fence to get to the other side, and it felt as if led weights had been placed around his ankles, keeping him from doing it.

He lay his head back and closed his eyes as he thought about what he wanted for Steele and himself. A nice mansion with a swimming pool for their children. It would have to have some acreage with it and a barn for her horse and the many other animals they’d get.

Arsen wanted it all. The picture perfect life of a normal couple with a normal life. His heart wanted it so bad it ached.

Right after Steele had fallen asleep, Arsen had gotten up and went to his office. He got on his computer and made a purchase he hoped would be the beginning of the real thing for him and Steele.

Even though so much was happening, he wanted one constant, one thing in his control to help him get through that horrible time.

To have a plan and start moving towards his ultimate goal was a thing he needed and wanted. He just hoped Steele did to.

She grumbled about something and rolled away from him. He reached over and pulled her back to him as she was close to the edge of the bed and he was afraid she’d fall off with her constant dreams or nightmares. He wasn’t sure which.

Her long, dark hair had wrapped around her and he gently tugged it out from underneath her and brushed it back from her face. Arsen could look at her face forever and he planned to do just that.

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His mind wandered to his past. Anne had taken him in when he was in his first year at Stanford University. Not sure what he was going to be at that time. He only knew he wanted to be something which had to do with the law.

Arsen wanted to prove to himself he could make something out of himself. He hadn’t seen Anne since she’d left him at the emergency room, just a few months before he turned eighteen.

He lived out of the old Chevy Cobalt he’d earned enough money while living in the foster home to buy. Working at the closest fast food place to the house he’d been sent to, he walked to it each day after school and worked until near dawn.

Arsen knew he had a limited amount of time with that roof over his head and he made good use of that time. The car had cost him two thousand dollars, and it got him around once he was out of high school and out of the foster home.

He went to the small, local college and applied for the financial aid he’d need to go to college. The two years in the small college had him in a dorm room with a party crowd.

Arsen knew he couldn’t get sidetracked by the other young men. He slept most times in his small car in the student parking lot of the dorms. The other guys always seemed to have girls in their beds with them and Arsen wanted nothing to do with sex at that time.

Sex equaled pain in his memory. He wanted none of either. His heart was still mending from the rejection his first love gave him.

Thanks to staying out of trouble, Arsen made excellent grades and was accepted to Stanford University after completing his Associate’s Degree at the small junior college.

On his first day there, after a horrific day of trying to get to all his classes and get settled in, he went to a small bar to get a drink after the tough day. That’s where he saw Beth’s mother.

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She was tall, thin, and had long blonde hair. Mrs. Sinclair was not wearing her normal clothing, though. Her heels were tall and her dress was short. Minuscule.

The top of her shirt plunged all the way down to her pierced bellybutton. And Arsen found his mouth watering for the older woman who resembled the love he’d lost in her daughter.

He was too shy to go to her though. Arsen sat at the back of the small bar at a table alone in a darkened corner. He watched as his ex-girlfriend’s mother made some phone calls while she sat at the bar. She seemed to be waiting for someone.

That someone finally joined her. Another tall woman, wearing all leather. Her shiny boots had high heels on them and her short, blond hair was in tight curls under a leather cap.

Arsen watched with great interest as the two had another drink and talked as they sat on stools at the bar. Then Mrs. Sinclair got up and made her way to the ladies’ room. Which was behind Arsen.

His ability to breathe ceased, and he sat perfectly still, trying to become invisible as she walked towards him. Her boobs bounced, and he knew there was nothing between them and the barely covering top she wore.

Her light blue eyes moved to him and after a moment they lit up. She stopped dead in her tracks.

Arsen Sloan! Is that you?

He nodded slowly, unsure of how she was going to act. She was caught, busted by him. This was not the Mrs. Sinclair he, nor her husband and daughter knew. This woman was into some tough shit and he knew it by the way she was dressed and made up.

Wait here, she directed him as she went to the restroom.

He fidgeted in his seat. Arsen felt like running out of