A Billionaire's First Love: Sweet Curse of Bali, #1

By Mya Grey

A Mya Grey's short story packed with travel, mixed martial arts, and contemporary romance, from friends to lovers, the story is about a Spanish alpha billionaire heir that got sweep-head-over-heels by a feisty-hot woman.

"A Billionaire First Love" is a trilogy series romance novella, from enemies to friends to lovers, the story is about a Spanish alpha billionaire heir that got sweep head over heels by a feisty woman.

 

"When a woman crippled his ego,

She became his obsession,

Not to bed her, but to beat her."

 

The last thing he remembered was his face between her thighs as she cut off his circulation. Alonzo's ego was crushed, totally crippled for the very first time--by a woman! "Do you even know who I am?" he said to her. Sure, he thought. She's a purple belt in Jiu-Jitsu...but I'm Alonzo, the only rightful heir of the Ortega family.

A Spanish billionaire with more power than she can fathom. But he didn't tell her that.

Warning: This book is intended for mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mya Grey
• Release date: Apr 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393085577

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About the author

MYA GREY HAD NEVER thought that she’d be brave enough to become a self-publisher aka Indie Author. But the worldwide lock down and pandemic had totally made her no choice but to try to make a living with her stories and surprisingly completely enjoying the process.  She’s proud to be living her dream life - surfing, writing, and teaching. She is currently residing in the most exotic and beautiful place on earth – Bali. Mya is a dreamer and a true martial arts lover, especially- Jiu-jitsu, like the female protagonist she devises in her stories. She can be a mix of everything, from being a little stubborn, impulsive, easily insulted, and courageous. Local people have nicknamed her chilipadi or (bird's eye chili) because of her feisty character. Mya is also known warm and soft-hearted.

When she isn’t writing, she engages in surfing or seeking adventures on her little red scooter cruising along Ubud. She has no plans to go back home now. Mya often teaches English for Balinese children and adults. She is presently plotting and working on new stories and hopes to expand her portfolio with sassier, action and adventure, sweet and romance.

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Books by Mya Grey

TRILOGY A BILLIONAIRE’S FIRST LOVE

"Sweet Curse of Bali"

Love in Barcelona

"Love is you"

TRILOGY SWEET RIVALS

"Hate you, love you"

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TRILOGY A BILLIONAIRE’S FIRST LOVE

"Sweet Curse of Bali"

Love in Barcelona

"Love is you."

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PROLOGUE

"When a woman crippled his ego,

She became his obsession,

Not to bed her, but to beat her."

-A Billionaire’s First Love

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Chapter One

Alonzo Ortega

ALONZO WOKE UP WITH his usual slight hangover. He was groggy, and he rubbed his eyes with his thumbs. He then felt the sheets pulled off his body, and as he looked over, he saw two girls stirring in the mid-morning sun coming through the window. He had almost completely forgotten about them. He stared down at their tangled mess of blonde and brunette hair, not even remembering their names or where he’d picked them up.

They’re very beautiful and young, probably twenty-one or twenty-two years old, still naked and just barely starting to wake. He carefully slipped out of bed and went into his personal bathroom, phone in hand. He never went anywhere without it, not even to the restroom. He’d even taken phone calls in the shower before.

Alonzo Stood in front of the mirror, he washed his face and took a few pills from the medicine cabinet. They would help with his hangover. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were, but he got them from Mauricio, and they always did the trick. After he dabbed his face dry with a towel, he looked into his own eyes. They weren’t red or bloodshot, and the puffiness was already starting to go away. He blinked away the last of his sleepiness and ran his fingers through his thick dark hair. The Ortegas had perfect hair. His father, billionaire Francisco Ortega, was in his fifties and was just starting to go grey. He looked at least ten years younger than his age, and Alonzo believed that he had all the time in the world before he needed to worry about losing his youthful and handsome looks.

He smiled at himself. It was that charming smile that ultimately got girls to go up to his penthouse with him. Those perfect white teeth, his dimples, and the twinkle in his brown eyes. His phone buzzed on the countertop, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Hello? Yes. It was Diego, his personal assistant. Schedule an appointment with the buyers for next week. We have to update the mattresses at the hotels every few years. And figure out how to donate the old ones. I don’t know. Just make it happen. He hung the phone up and set it back on the counter.

He hired Diego less than a year ago to keep his schedule in order – schedule he ignored a lot of the time anyway, and to take care of all the mundane business decisions that he didn’t want to deal with. Before Diego, he had always hired young, attractive women, but soon realized that nothing ever got done because they were busy hooking up instead of scheduling appointments and overseeing executive functions. Hiring a beautiful woman as a personal assistant was a great idea in theory, but in practice it did nothing for his business. So he hired Diego, a short and stout young man who did what he was told and held no tempting allure for Alonzo.

As soon as he finished brushing his teeth, his father rang. He looked at the screen but didn’t touch it. All his father wanted to talk about was money. Money and business and the future. He didn’t get that Alonzo had a life outside of work. Alonzo had a role to play in the family business, as he was the sole heir of the Ortega dynasty. He operated the hotels and a few high-end restaurants and was also overseeing some of the construction sites for new commercial properties. Well, he sorts of operated them. He hired other people to operate them while he reaped the financial rewards. He had more than enough on his plate. He let the phone ring until it finally stopped, knowing that it would be picked up by the voicemail anyway.

He felt clean and refreshed, but also wasn’t ready to start the day: it wasn’t even noon yet. He went back to bed, nestled between the bodies of the two European beauties. He would wait until later that afternoon to learn their names and then finally tell them to go home.

In the evening, Alonzo finished applying gel to his hair, the music blaring from the other room. Luis Fonzi and Daddy Yankee echoed, making the walls vibrate with the hits that everyone was listening to. He sang along as he looked at his body in the mirror. His abs, shoulders, and pecs were all in perfect shape thanks to his personal gym and vigorous exercise routine every afternoon.

The summer night was young, the sun just barely set, and he had time to kill before he met Mauricio. He set his comb down and rubbed his hands clean of the hair gel.

From the window of the penthouse, Alonzo could see the lights of Barcelona shining bright under the black curtain of the Spanish night. They would hit up Magic Club and maybe Razzmatazz or Red58, but they always ended up back in his hotel downtown, La Aguila de España, where they drank until breakfast time, keeping the bar staff up well past dawn, and then had mimosas before finally calling it quits.

He started going through his closet. He spotted a pair of women’s black lace underwear on the floor. The maid must have missed them. He swiped them up and put them in the drawer full of undergarments left by his lovers and one-night stands.

He quickly got dressed, choosing from hundreds of outfits in his walk-in closet, and messaged his driver to pick him up in five minutes. As he was messaging him, his phone rang again: once again, it was his father. He swiped the red button to reject the call. But his heart sank just a little bit. He went down the elevator and climbed into the limo that was waiting for him outside.

Mauricio’s, he said to the driver.

Yes, sir.

He took a small bottle of champagne from the mini fridge. His phone buzzed again in his pocket, but he didn’t even take it out. The limo pulled away