Tough Luck: A New Adult Billionaire Romance (The Vegas Billionaire Obsession Series Book 3) Read Free Page B

agree to run the business with me, your inheritance will be sizeable.”
    “What do you mean, sizeable?”
    “Half.”
    “Half? Half of what?”
    “Everything. There’s just you and me in the will.”
    “What about your mother? Is she…did she…is she around?”
    “Yes. Yes of course. My mom’s fine. My mother’s family is very wealthy, Drew. Wealthier than dad was. She made sure dad didn’t name her in the will.”
    “So what are you saying?”
    “What I’m saying, Drew, is if you agree to the terms next week and join the company—and we can figure out how that looks in the coming weeks when we meet the CEO—it means you’ll have half.”
    “Half of what exactly?”
    “Don’t think of it as a thing. Think of it as a set of things, none of which we can take with us when we die.” By the sound of Max, I took it that he didn’t put much weight in wealth.
    He stood up and came over to shake my hand. “Congrats, big brother, you’re rich. A billionaire, no less. Welcome to the most prestigious, most suffocating club around. I for one am happy I don’t have to bear title to the Gorber fortune all alone.”
    I sat dumbfounded as he shook my hand enthusiastically. I had no idea what to make if any of it. And why was Max so happy? Weren’t the wealthy always hung up on being more wealthy? Why would he want to hand over half so easily?
    “Max. Tell me frankly. I feel like I’m missing something here. Why are you so excited to give a complete stranger half of your dad’s inheritance like that? Is he in debt? Is there any trouble lurking? Sorry to sound a little skeptical, man, but it’s not every day that this kind of thing happens, you know?”
    “There’s nothing underhanded going on, Drew. And Dad’s companies are booming, asset-rich, and not likely to have anything go wrong—well, not unless the two of us make a whole slew of bad decisions over the coming years. As for me, I told you, I don’t care much for any of it. There’s nothing I would love more than to perform solo concertos and tour with the top orchestras. That’s my passion, not running an oil conglomerate.
    “Plus, I’m the sole future heir of my mother’s riches. I don’t need the money or the prestige. In that respect, I think dad really did this to get you and me to connect. He knew I would do anything for him. And now that he’s put it in the will, he gets his way.”
    He walked over to the bar and poured cognac into two balloon glasses. He brought them over and handed one to me. This time, I accepted it, and drank the contents in one gulp.
    “Look, try not to worry about it until next week, okay? Let’s try to enjoy the weekend. Hey, care for a round of golf tomorrow? We’d have to go early though, but it would be fun. Have you played?”
    “Yes. I’ve done a few rounds here and there. I didn’t bring any clubs to Vegas, though.”
    “Well let’s buy you a set before we head out. So you’re game for a round?”
    “Sure.” The man was taking the whirlwind in stride. Granted, as executor, he would have had more time to let it all sink in. Things could have gone down differently had he not been so seemingly—grounded. “Yes, sound like it’ll give us time to catch up. I’m in.”
    “Excellent. Well, it’s getting late, and I promised one of my Vegas buddies I’d meet him for a late night game of high stakes poker. Care to join us?”
    I was curious to see what kind of stakes billionaires played for, but then again, I wasn’t one—not yet anyway. And speaking of money and stakes, I had precious little in my bank accounts, and even less on the one credit card that still had room. I wasn’t in a position to walk the halls of casinos. And I had promised Leslie I’d wait so we could talk.
    “I think I’ll pass for now, Max. I’ll see you in the morning for golf.”
    He may have read my mind about finances. “No problem. Feel free to charge anything you need to the room. I’ve already told the front desk,