Page 1 of Billionaire's Desire
Chapter 1
Max
ThereisnothingIwould like more than to be on a tropical island licking ice cream off my girlfriend’s tanned body, but instead I am stuck in a three-hour meeting that could have been an email. I groan inwardly. I am so tired of these day-to-day meetings, but this is the obligation no one warns you about when you go into business with your brother. Some days your brother is so wrapped up in his own grief he can’t even see straight. So instead of time with my hot girlfriend, I end up in meetings from Monday all the way to Saturday.
I am exhausted, and I am frustrated.
I would rather be with Mia and her perfect breasts in that hot pink bikini that I like taking off her.
I groan again.
How long is this fucking meeting going to last, anyway?
The other board members must sense the pure boredom on my face because like clockwork Mr. Clint, who has been holding us hostage for the better part of the morning, finally wraps up.
“So that’s it on the new housing project we were looking into, Mr. Cole. I will send the documents to you for review before we can move forward,” Mr. Clint says.
I stand up, thank him for his presentation, and shake his hand. Then I shake the hands of all the other six men in the conference room. I straighten the lapel of my charcoal suit and walk out.
Fucking freedom at last.
I swear these men love to hear themselves talk.
I take out my phone ready to text my younger brother letting him know that I am done with the meeting when an incoming call comes through.
Mia.
Right on cue.
“Hey beautiful,” I clear my voice, bringing out all the charm, not wanting to betray my frustration.
“Hey handsome. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too.”
“I wish you were here.”
I groan inwardly.
I have a feeling I already know the next words out of her mouth before she even speaks them.
“I wish Finn would step up so you could spend a lot more time with your girlfriend.”
Just like fucking clockwork.
Finn is always a sore topic between us. Mia does not get that he is still in the throes of his grief and that it is up to me as his elder brother to pick up the slack whenever he needs me to. All Mia interprets my long working hours as, is me pushing her away and not spending enough time with her.
She does not get it.
She will probably never get it.
“Baby, let’s not.”
She lets out a little huff. “Okay, okay. I have another photoshoot in a few minutes then we will move locations.”
Mia is my twenty-five year old girlfriend who is also a swimsuit model. She is currently on a shoot off the coast of the Maldives for some cologne campaign. I am not going to pretend to think that I know exactly what she does. All I know is, we see each other occasionally, hookup whenever we are in the same city, and the rest is just details. Details I do not have. Details I do not care enough to have. And this goes both ways. She immediately zones out whenever I bring up the family business. Our relationship is purely physical, and we are both okay with that.
“Have fun. Send me pictures after.”
