Bedding the Billionaire (Book 3) (Legacy Collection) Read Free Page A

allowed him to install a private landing pad. Sure, a jet would have gotten him to Boston faster, but he liked the increased landing opportunities that helicopters offered. His could fly six people with the same quiet comfort of a limo directly to one of his buildings without the hassle of dealing with traffic. A helicopter with that level of sound insulation and refinement cost more than many private jets, but it was one of the few luxuries Jake found pleasure in owning .
    Once in the city , he usually rented a private car and drove himself. He preferred less pomp and circumstance and found the constant presence of someone, especially those attempting to anticipate his every need, extremely tiring.
    For that reason, his house staff came on Mondays and Thursdays while he was at work. They cleaned his home, stocked his shelves, and left a few premade meals that he could microwa ve if he didn’t wish to order out. The only evidence of the staff’s existence was the constant availability of everything he required.
    Nice and neat.
    Just the way he liked his life.
     
     
    Lil peered out the window by pulling down one blind just enough to see through it and groaned. A flock of press had descended on her small house in the suburbs of Boston almost immediately after the promo of her tell- all interview had televised. They had been there all day.
    She glanced down at the baby who was still happily playing on her back in the middle of a small blanket, kicking at the toys tha t hung from an arch above her. “Colby, what am I going to do?”
    The only way the news station could have an interview from her was if the woman who had called yesterday claiming to be her sister’s new personal assistant had lied. That possibility was unacceptable because it would mean that her entire practice session on how to field questions from the press had been recorded. It would also mean that a ho st of things she would never have shared , if not for the jovial tone of the fake interview , were about to be made public.
    She didn’t need this today.
    Having already completed the final assignments for two of her three remaining college courses, this week was supposed to revolve around studying for tomorrow’s final exam in integrated office systems. One more class and she’d have an Administrative Assistant degree . Not her ideal job, but one that would bring in a stable income.
    If I don’t fail my final course. Or, make myself unemployable with stunts like this. She’d gotten several calls regarding her resume since she’d blanketed the local area with it. Would t his TV fiasco ruin her chances? It certainly wasn’t going to improve them.
    Her cell phone showed three missed calls from Abby.
    Colby rolled into a seated position and gurgled up at her mother.
    “ You’ re right, Colby. Mommy’s just too proud to ask her for help . Auntie Abby would fix this, just like s he’s always fixed everything and t he worst part is that she wouldn’t even be angry with me. She expects me to do shit like this. Hell, why shouldn’t she? This is what I do.”
    Sucking on one fist, Lil’s daughter met her eyes with the concern of a child who only knows that her mother is n’t happy but doesn’t know why.
    Lil continued on as if her daughter c ould understand. “ How could I have done this?”
    From the moment she’ d received the news that she was carrying a new life within her, something in her had shifted. One incredibly painful weekend of self-reflection had birthed some difficult resolutions. No more letting Abby support her, clean up after her, save her from the consequences of her actions . No more lamenting on what she thought her life should have been.
    It was time to grow up.
    Although she’d always stood up for her beliefs and done what she’d thought was the right thing, where had it gotten her?
    A long string of dead- end jobs.
    A future that was as bleak as her bank account.
    Not a life you bring a baby into.
    So, Lil had enrolled in