Billionaire Grayson: Billionaire Black Brothers, #4

By Josie Snow

Grayson Black was not ashamed of his business, and he has no idea there is a FBI agent trying his best to get him locked up. What he does know is that the new girl he'd hired was pretty and intriguing. When the truth comes out, will he be able to get past it in order to make her his?

 

Molly has always wanted to be an FBI agent, but she never expected it would lead to her pretending to be an escort. She also never expected to fall for her new fake boss. But something isn't right and she quickly learns that Gray is innocent. When she comes clean it could ruin everything, but she really hopes it doesn't. because falling for your boss is never easy. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: DM
• Release date: May 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393542407

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BILLIONAIRE GRAYSON

By Josie Snow

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 Josie Snow

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Chapter 1

Grayson

The coffee on my desk was getting cold, as it so often did before I got around to finally drinking it, but I didn’t care. I was too absorbed by the paper and the headlines I found on the internet that morning to worry much about cold coffee.

Not to mention, there was plenty more where that came from. I could have one of my many assistants head out to get another cup in a heartbeat if I so desired, and there were times that I did, just for the sake of seeing how well they performed.

Not that they were exactly assistants. I could call them that, but the fact of the matter was that they all worked for me, and I wanted to see how well each of them did when they were on the job. I started them early in the day when they were freshly hired, then allowed them to come in for their appointments only when they were more seasoned in the trade.

But right now, I was thinking of the news. What was going on in the world, or, more precisely, what was going on in the United States.

Being part of one of the wealthiest families in the world automatically threw me into celebrity culture, but the fact of the matter was, that was one of the last things I was interested in. I didn’t care what was going on in the acting world, and though I was happy for my associates who were winning music awards and getting bigger in the industry, I didn’t find it fascinating enough to spend my morning reading about it.

No, I would much rather know what was going on in politics. Not with the leaders of the world or the president of the country, but the politicians who were running the business end of things. The politicians we were far more likely to see coming through town on their way to some convention, or speaking on behalf of someone higher up in rank.

Those were the people I was interested in, because those were the people who brought in the most business for me and my company.

Celebrities were far too uptight to come to me unless they were desperate. But, when it came to someone who was just passing through town, or someone who was in need of looking the part when they didn’t have the time to actually find a date, that’s where I came in.

And right now, business was booming.

Many of my associates thought I would be better off living nearer to DC than in Hollywood if I was going to make it work in this field, but oh, how wrong they were. I could find a politician on nearly every street corner, and with the race for office on the horizon once more, more potential candidates were in need of our service than we could keep up with.

Of course, I knew I was looked down on for what I did, and I had to explain to my mother more times than not that I wasn’t doing what she heard I was doing. I knew she meant well, but the fact of the matter was that I wasn’t a pimp, and this wasn’t a prostitution ring.

We didn’t sell girls and we didn’t bring in girls who didn’t want to work for us. Or men, either, for that matter. In fact, it was hard to get in on my payroll. I didn’t hire just anyone, and I didn’t hire the sleazy prostitutes who thought this was a way to get in with the super rich or social elite.

No, if you wanted to work for me, you had to go through a rigorous screening process followed by an even longer training process, both for the safety of the escort when they were out with a client, as well as for the integrity of the date.

We didn’t sell sex, and I wasn’t going to insinuate that we did. I was open to inspections by anyone who was licensed to do so, and I never made any rules of secrecy to anyone who was on my payroll, save for the competitive prices that I held against others who were trying to make it big in the business as well.

I credited how well we did to the fact I was so rigid with my rules, and I was so careful with how those rules were executed. I didn’t want to be on the sleazy side of the industry, and I wasn’t going to let anyone who worked for me drag the name of my company through the mud.

We were going to be upstanding, do what we did well, and collect the paycheck at the end of the night just like any other service provider. It didn’t have to be sleazy or dirty if we didn’t make it that way. And I worked my ass off to make sure we didn’t do things that way, no matter what the client offered.

I skimmed what was going on in the headlines and, once I was satisfied nothing too exciting was taking place, I turned my attention to the day ahead. I had plenty I had to get done, and I wanted to get started. Though I loved what I did, and I did make a lot of money doing it, I didn’t like to spend all my time working, and it was easy to let that happen in this line of work.

Not that I needed the money by any means. I mean, I’m Grayson Black, one of ten brothers who are all billionaires. The majority of my fortune – along with that of my brothers – came from our father when he passed. He didn’t want us to have to wait out our lives for both him and our mother to pass on before we got the inheritance they were leaving us, and when he died, our mother insisted that we get the money then.

She wanted to watch us enjoy it, and did she ever get her wish! All of us, despite the fact we didn’t need to work, did spend a lot of our time throwing ourselves into our passions. It was nice to know that we had the money to fall back on if we needed to, but at the same time, none of us wanted to be the lazy brother or the one who was just living off the interest.

I had brothers in all kinds of industries. Musicians, club owners, the auto industry – one of my brothers, Adam, loved to purchase and flip cars. And boy, did he make a lot of money doing it. Jaxon owned more clubs in the United States than any other individual in the country, and he was working to open clubs overseas as well.

My older brother, Theo, had just started another band. He had had a very successful career at one point, but fell into a struggle with drugs and alcohol which landed him in rehab for a while. I didn’t blame him for getting caught up in the dark side of the industry, nor for suffering an accident that left all his bandmates dead and himself with a permanent limp, but I had to admit, I was worried about him.

He had met a wonderful woman, however, and that girl turned his life around. She brought back much of the old Theo we knew, who was still buried in there somewhere, and we were all thrilled to have him back.

He was set to go on tour within the next few months, and I knew I was going to have to make a point to catch one of his shows when they had a longer set list. I had been there for the opening performance, but I traveled a lot for my own job, and that didn’t leave me much time to be around for everything my brothers had going on.

Of course, Jaxon was the one I saw the most. With his clubs everywhere, I could stop by one in nearly any city I found myself in. And, he liked to stop by personally most and visit many of the places he owned, so it wasn’t uncommon for our paths to cross.

I was close enough with all my brothers, really, and I was grateful for the relationships I had with them. We got along, and even with the power struggles and friendly competition we had with each other within the family, I knew that I could count on them any time I needed them, no matter what sort of trouble I’d gotten myself into, or what time of the day or night I needed help.

But, I stayed out of trouble as much as possible. I didn’t have time for drama in my life, and dealing with all the men and women who worked for me brought in enough drama as it was.

Even being the classy establishment that we were, it didn’t change the fact there were often times I had to sort out things with clients when they got a little too forward in their requests and expectations, and more than once I had to bring in  carefully hired security to work things out.

They weren’t bouncers, no, bouncers would have to follow the escorts around to make sure they were safe. But, these men let clients who went too far know where the line was, and, in no uncertain terms made sure each client understood they only had one chance.

If they crossed a line, there would be hell to pay, and that was just the way things were.

Of course, I knew I had to be careful in that realm, too. I was already being watched closely by the FBI. They were convinced I was running some sort of illegal prostitution ring, and though I had proven time and time again I was legit and I had the right credentials, it didn’t stop them from keeping an eye on me.

I couldn’t let something get out of hand in any way, or I knew they would be down on me like an iron fist – and the last thing I wanted was to deal with publicity like that. It was hard enough staying out of the tabloids simply by being a Black. To bring in crime, or even the appearance of crime, I knew could cause things to get out of hand fast.

And not only me, but all my brothers knew our mother would lose her shit if she found out any of us did anything that landed the family name in the tabloids. It was bad enough seeing the things that weren’t true about the family, I didn’t want to think about something that could be brought to court.

Then again, I knew I could talk to one of my brothers about getting the feds to back off. He was practically in bed with the FBI and had more connections in law enforcement than I had escorts working for me, or clients to hire them out to. But, again, there was no need to bring in more of the family than necessary, and I knew the more people who got involved, the harder it was going to be to keep things as clean as possible.

My brothers all had attitudes, and none liked to be told what to do. Even bringing Logan in to ask him to get the feds off me could add tension or drama between us, close as we were, and I didn’t want to deal with that.

Especially if he were to tell my mother that I had asked him to get involved in some way.

After closing the headlines on my computer, and the paper, I turned my attention to the nightly schedule, checking the calendar and the emails, making sure everyone was on the same page about where they were going, who they were going with, and what the payment would be for the date.

Overall, it wasn’t at all unusual for things to run smoothly. Rarely did I have to deal with any complaints, and it was even rarer for someone to cancel. Everyone knew that I had the best company in LA, if not on the entirety of the West Coast.

Everything looked good, and I was about to sign out of my account and head out to see to the other errands I had to do that morning, when Carlos poked his head into my office. Carlos, my number two in the company, had been by my side for longer than anyone else.

He managed most everything I didn’t want to do myself. Which was pretty much everything. I would check in to make sure things were how they should be, but he was the one primarily in charge of booking and making sure the clients and the escorts met up as they should, and returned when they should.

He was also a secretary of sorts, taking phone calls when I refused to give out my personal cell number – which was the case for virtually any reporter or agent who tried reach me.

The FBI is on the phone again, he said. I thought I would let you know before you got too far in your day.

I rolled my eyes. Who is it this time?

Agent Price, I’m sure you could guess, he said. The same agent who had been hounding me for longer than anyone else. The man was convinced he was going to find something going on that shouldn’t be, and I dodged him as much as possible.

But, I was in the office now, and I may as well take the call. I was sure it would be his routine questions and he would get my routine answers, but it was still a pain in the ass to deal with.

Thanks, Carlos, I said as I sat back in my chair. I took a deep breath and grabbed the phone, throwing on my most charming voice as I answered.

Agent Price! What a pleasant surprise! You caught me at such a good time, what can I do for you today?

Chapter 2

Molly

I sat tall and poised in the overly bright office, waiting for Chief McCann to hand me my assignment. I was nervous, and rightfully so. I had been working toward this since I was five years old, and now, the moment had finally come.

All my life, since I was that five year old little girl, I had wanted to be a police officer. And not just any police officer, I wanted to be