British Billionaire's Unwanted Quadruplets

By Sophia Lynn and Ella Brooke

Ethics be damned; I had to have her.

 

Academia was never my forte.
But then I figured, what the hell?
Try something different.
Outside of my billionaire-capitalist routine.

 

However, what I didn't bank on, was falling for a student.
But not just any student.

 

Hazel Greenwood.

 

I didn't desire Hazel just because she was gorgeous.
No, it was her standpoints that pulled me in.
Her shrewdness and counter-arguments when it came to the corporate world.

 

When we started the affair, things felt right.
Natural.

 

Until something else unexpected threw us off-kilter.

 

Hazel was pregnant.
And I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

 

Commitment was never my specialty either.
And kids…
Well, they also weren't meant to be the plan.

 

But I know I want Hazel.
And this baby…
Maybe it's the arrow of change that was always meant to strike…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sophia Lynn
• Release date: Dec 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781393156772

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Table of Contents

British Billionaire’s Unwanted Quadruplets

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue

British Billionaire’s Unwanted Quadruplets

By Sophia Lynn & Ella Brooke

All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2017 Sophia Lynn & Ella Brooke.

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Chapter One

Dr. Ian Cartwright towered over his students as they looked up at him in rapt fascination. His words shouldn’t have come as a surprise; every student in the room was a senior. Every one of them had enough experience in business classes to give a lecture. But for some reason, every word Dr. Cartwright spoke seemed to draw them all in further.

Hazel Greenwood felt her chest tightening as he walked past her. The gentle wisp of his cologne caused a shudder to run up her back. It always did. As much as she had initially been resistant to take this extra business course, she had to admit that she looked forward to coming twice a week. Even if she wasn’t a business major. Even if she disagreed, in principle, with much of what Dr. Cartwright said.

She had gotten into a verbal altercation with her professor at least once a week since the semester had started, sometimes twice. Once she had gone to his office to discuss his comments on her audience analysis essay, totaling out their fights that week to four. At least he didn’t seem to hold ill-will toward her for their altercations. He smirked when he felt he was correcting her naïve assumptions about how businesses should work. It must’ve been entertaining to him.

On Hazel’s end, these fights were much less enjoyable. She’d never had so much trouble getting along with a teacher before. It wasn’t that he disliked her—Hazel wished that she could have that kind of excuse. Over the summer, Dr. Cartwright had hand-selected his class from proposals that the students had given to the program director in the business school. So even if Dr. Cartwright mocked her degree plan and thought that majoring in Nonprofit Management (in addition to Women, Gender, and Sexuality Studies) was a waste of time, Cartwright had chosen for her to be there. He should’ve guessed from her application that Hazel would have a fundamentally different understanding of how businesses should conduct themselves.

Leaning on her hand, Hazel looked over the complex maze of information on the board. This class was more of a practicum than a lecture since she and the others already had business plans set out for their ventures, but Dr. Cartwright liked to hear himself talk. Usually, on Tuesdays, there was no stopping him from giving a long, meandering rendition of one of his business experiences.

You must never confuse language with communication. You can definitely have one without the other, but if you’re looking to make your business as efficient and well-functioning as possible— Dr. Cartwright pointed his finger around the room at them as the two other female students swooned at his British accent. —You mustn’t forget to engage in both.

Hazel closed her eyes for a moment, trying to imagine what it would be like to watch Cartwright speaking without saying anything. Sometimes it seemed as though he did already, but Hazel felt like she must just be unable to parse his communication. Likewise, he didn’t always seem to pick up the meaning when she spoke.

It was easier to imagine Dr. Cartwright shucking off that stiff suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he continued to talk and talk and talk. Button by button, he’d reveal a broad set of pecs that didn’t belong to a professor…

He wasn’t really a professor though. Dr. Cartwright came by his Ph.D. as an honorary award from the university. His qualifications lay instead in being a multinational corporate billionaire. His suits were filled in such a way that Hazel could tell he had plenty of time to work on his muscle tone outside of his business meetings and classrooms. There wasn’t a girl in the department who hadn’t gone out of her way to check out the ring situation on his left hand.

No ring. Definitely not married. Hazel could’ve confirmed as much before she’d even found out about Topics in Entrepreneurship 5436. Cartwright’s most recent divorce had been well-covered by the checkout magazines at every store. Since Hazel spent most of her nights swinging the night shift at the local discount grocery, Hazel had plenty of reasons to check in on the lives of the rich and the feckless.

Miss Greenwood?

Hazel flushed as her eyes popped open to the rest of the class looking at her. Daydreaming in class. How unprofessional. She was a senior now. She couldn’t be doing that stuff.

I’m sorry, Dr. Cartwright. What were you saying? Hazel said with as much dignity as she could muster.

His lips curved into a smirk as he crossed his arms and leaned back on his desk. I was hoping you could elaborate for us how the Nonprofit Sector would handle a miscommunication between partners.

Hazel frowned and thought on that. I don’t know that our communication practices are that much different from in for-profit ventures. Maybe in that we have structures in place to mobilize a base of citizens to action…

No? I would have thought the tone of the workplace would be different—when none of you are getting paid, Cartwright said, light teasing undergirding his words.

Why was it that every man over thirty-five thought women thought being undermined was fun?

Hazel felt like she might sprain something rolling her eyes. "There are positions for volunteers, but people in the nonprofit sector do get paid. Job growth for nonprofits was up 57% last year, compared to 36% in for-profit businesses. She tapped her pencil impatiently. Anyway, no one’s paying a soccer mom, but you still have to mediate conflict there."

Every business has to pay competitively, or lose their talent, Chris, the male student, said. He sprawled back on his desk, taking up as much room as humanly possible. You can’t kumbaya your way to having a strong workforce. It doesn’t matter how good your communication skills are.

Your goal for a nonprofit is to create a job worth staying for. Job satisfaction is just as important as competitive pay, Hazel snapped. There’s a lot of research to prove people don’t only base their job decisions on salary, especially young people entering the workforce right now.

I’d be satisfied with a six-figure salary, Chris said.

Gina, another female student, leaned forward at her desk and gave Dr. Cartwright a saccharine smile. "I’d like to hear about how you retain your… talent."

Hazel felt her skin burning again and glanced back at Gina, who was grinning completely without shame.

Maybe another day, Cartwright replied, to Hazel’s immense relief. For now, I want us to start talking about how you will each develop rapport with your employees and how you will deploy your communication structure.

Hazel sighed and pulled up the work she’d prepared for the day. Her mind began to drift back to that daydream and, for a few moments, all thoughts of corporate communication were pushed out of her head by the image of her professor’s bare chest and abs. She had to focus. It was important that she learned as much as she could from every class, no matter how difficult it was to get along with the professor.

***

Ian Cartwright scanned over his classroom with a confident smile. While he’d never doubted his own business prowess—that spoke for itself— the concept of teaching had seemed more daunting at first. Now, a few weeks into the semester, and he looked forward to greeting his students at the beginning of class. They all had such vibrant energy and so many ideas. Granted, plenty of those ideas were complete nonstarters, but the important thing was that every student in this class was highly motivated and highly intelligent. They would be able to feel out the market in time, as they gained experience.

His eyes drifted, as they often did, to Hazel. She didn’t look very impressive at first glance. She had a fair complexion, and almost always wore her ginger hair drawn into pigtails, or one large ponytail nearly on the top of her head. She had a smallish frame and the way she tilted her head back when she was assessing what someone said was almost birdlike. There was something about her, however, that made it hard to keep his eyes off of her.

She leaned over as she spoke, ever the emphatic budding demagogue, and lectured Chris on appropriate team-building activities for employees. The young man was teasing her, of course, amping up his own feelings of superiority. She was right in principle, as usually was the case. It was just difficult to take her seriously at times. She cared too much. And she dressed like she was