His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five by Drew Sinclair Page A

of America.
    One law for all. She had to believe in the system.
    "I'm calling your bluff Hargrave." She said. "Now get out of my house. I've got nothing else to say to you."
    She opened the door wider and stood back to let him leave but before she could escape his grasp he drew her in again with one strong hand to the small of her back and pressed his lips to hers. For a moment she relented but then pushed him away. Again.
    "Get out Dale. Please. Just go."
    "Okay Lindsay, I'm going, but here, take this." He handed her a card that had nothing on it but his name and number. "You take a rain check on that date now but when all this is over, no matter how it pans out, I'll call you and we can pick up right where we left off." He looked at her with the sexiest, most mischievous eyes imaginable, as though the whole thing, her story, his threats and warnings, were all just a silly game easily banished from his mind. "In the meantime, if you see sense and change that stubborn mule mind of yours, or if you need me for anything at all, you call me. Any time, day or night, don’t hesitate." He leaned in to kiss her but she drew away. He drew back, still holding out his card and then smiled as she snatched it from his hand. He turned and left without so much as a glance behind him. He didn't need to; her taking his card was all he needed. This story was far from over.
    Closing the door behind him Lindsay leaned her back against it and then slid down to the floor. She looked at the simple card in her hand - his direct phone number. Probably there were people who would kill to have this connection with the joint boss of Hargrave Robotics.
    She tore the ridiculously understated card into tiny pieces and threw them into the soil of her ficus plant beside the front door. It was a number she was never going to call.
     
     
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    "So let me get this straight," Marco leaned back in his slightly threadbare leather chair. "Clayton Hargrave of Hargrave Robotics got involved with a fugitive from the Witness Protection Program by the name of Nadia Komerov. She was in the program for testifying against Russian Mafia kingpin Mikhail Boyevik who turns out to be her father - which even she didn’t know. He tries to kidnap her in revenge but she is rescued by secret lover Clayton Hargrave and his big brother Dale."
    "That's the bones of it."
    "And you know all of this because you fucked Dale in order to get the story." He spoke quietly but his rage was all the more evident because of it.
    "I. Did. Not. Fuck. Him."
    They glared at each other for several tense seconds.
    "Whatever." Marco said, breaking off. "We can discuss that later. Komerov is rescued by Clay Hargrave and his brother Dale, who you deny fucking," Lindsay rolled her eyes, "and Ruben Mayweather of the notorious Mayweather Services private security giant. Then, instead of going to the authorities they imprison him on a remote island owned by Mayweather. Am I clear so far?"
    Lindsay nodded her head.
    "Then his mafia buddies bust him out with the help of Nadia's mother but the billionaire boys' club save the day again. Somehow you get involved as a random hostage--"
    "It wasn't random. They grabbed me to shut me down and then used me as a hostage to put pressure on Mayweather and the Hargraves."
    "So, they took you hostage but the incredible Billionaire Brothers and their sidekick Boy Mayweather saved the day and rescued you all."
    "Why are you treating it like a joke Marco? This story is huge and it could put AltNews on the map, generate clicks, bring in advertising revenue--"
    "If you had proof for any of it then yes, maybe, but all I have is your word against the Hargrave and Mayweather legal teams. We have nothing Lindsay, do you understand me? Nothing. Nada. Rien. Nichts. And you…" He looked shamefacedly down at the floor, "you need to find another job."
    He looked back up at her and had to steel himself. Those beautiful eyes had haunted him since he first met