Billionaire's Love Suite by Catherine Lanigan

rage, Justin escorted her out of his office and told her that she was
never to speak to him again. He told her that he would inform his father of
Felicity’s deviousness and he did. Peter, however, didn’t seem surprised.
Peter told Justin that he liked Felicity and that he had hoped Justin would
settle down with Felicity and stop his playboy ways. He’d even suggested
Justin marry Felicity even though she’d tried to trap him. Outraged at his
father, Justin threw up his hands. “You deal with her. I’m done!”
    Peter promised to do just that. Incredulously, Peter kept Felicity on the
staff, though he’d told Justin he’d cut her pay and her responsibilities. She
was efficient and at the time Peter didn’t have time to hire and train someone
new. Felicity stayed and Justin avoided the Lux Hotel offices even more.
    Fortunately, Leon had found the loophole Justin needed to remove
Felicity from the staff and Shana Jackson had now taken over the position.
Thinking of sexy Shana, Justin was grateful to Leon in more ways than
one
    “You want this straight out, or do you need morphine?” Leon joked as
sat in his black leather ultra modern desk chair and handed Justin a written
report.
    Justin swallowed but didn’t flinch. He’d hoped Leon could save him. He
guessed he was out of saviors for the moment. “Hit me.”
    “It’s ironclad. Your father’s Will is one of the best I’ve seen. Geezus. It’s
so good, I hired Bernstein and Goldman to do my Will,” he laughed.
    Justin looked into Leon’s honey colored eyes and tanned face. He wondered
when Leon had time to vacation. Leon was such a stickler for details
and so anal about his work that Justin imagined him going to bed with his
laptop still running every night. Maybe he’d gotten one of those spray-on
tans. “Dad always bought the best when it came to things like this.”
    “He may have made some mistakes in the hotels and he admitted to
many of them, but he apparently believed you were making a mess of your
life,” Leon said tugging on his monogrammed French shirt cuff.
    “He believed I was a screw up and the only thing that could save me was
being married. Didn’t matter to whom or if I was in love, just be married.”
    Leon nodded. “Old school. I know the type. Have some for parents
myself. If it makes you feel any better, this kind of proviso is not going to
go away in the future. Do you have any idea the amount of American dollars
that are tied up in trust funds? Billions. All those baby boomer parents
who founded companies and worked their lives for their goals are not going
to allow their children or grandchildren to lose the kitty by marrying the
wrong person or spending a dime of it frivolously. You wouldn’t believe the
legal stipulations put on these trust funds today. You have a lot of company
in this kind of Will, my friend.”
    “Somehow, Leon, that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
    “Romantic marriage is a thing of the past, Justin.”
    “Cripes, it’s like we took a step back a hundred years,” Justin groaned
as he swiped his face with his hand.
    Justin looked past Leon’s beveled glass topped and polished chrome
German made desk to the expansive window behind him and to the bustling
scene of New York City twenty stories below. Only two months ago Justin
had felt he’d had the world by the tail. He was wealthy, he had or could
have any woman he wanted by simply hitting speed dial on his cell. He was
respected by his clients and investors. His friends always made time for a
game of handball or invited him to go sailing on their yachts they harbored
in Nantucket, Fire Island or off the Florida coast when the winter turned
cruel. His life had been perfect. Then his father had the gall to die and leave
him with this blasted, idiotic Will.
    Justin’s eyes shot back to Leon. All he had to do was reject the Will. He
could walk away from the Lux Hotels just as easily as he had strolled into