The Billionaire's Heart: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 0) by Julie Farrell Page B
Authors: Julie Farrell
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dream.”
Ivan laughed playfully. “Yeah, his reputation precedes him, so they say.”
Dylan snorted. “Adam’s goals in life are pretty simple – he wants to make multi-million-dollar contracts and make love to beautiful women.”
“And he’s pretty successful at both, huh?”
“He sure is.” Dylan smirked. “I think it’s that Armani suit, you know? People find it irresistible.”
Ivan chuckled. Adam did look great tonight in his designer suit. But so did Dylan. And Ivan hoped he did, too. He sipped his beer. “Dylan, do you think there’s someone for everyone?”
Dylan froze. “What the fuck are you talking about, Ivan? You’ve been acting weird all evening. Is it really because you and Tariq fell out? Did he try something on with you?”
“Of course not. It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Dylan opened his mouth to interrogate him further, but Adam reappeared at the table and sat down, looking smug. “What did I miss?”
“Did she blow you out?” Dylan asked.
“No way,” Adam said. “Got her number. I’ll catch her later – we can get to know each other better, you know?”
Dylan glanced up at the massive stage at the front of the room, where the ceremony was almost ready to start. “We’ve gotta get through this first. Then we can have some fun.”
“So you guys feeling okay?” Ivan asked.
Adam shrugged. “Piece of cake. We’ll win this for sure.”
“Nothing like blind optimism to cool those nerves, kiddo.”
Adam smirked and opened his mouth to retort, but then his jaw dropped in shock at something over Ivan’s shoulder.
Worry pricked across Ivan’s skin like a sandstorm. It was going to be those guys again, wasn’t it? Coming back to finish what they’d started. He braced himself for a fight, then swivelled around and… his brain cells relaxed like a warm bath. No wonder Adam had been side-tracked – the most beautiful woman on the planet was standing right there, looking self-assured and proud.
“Hi…?” Ivan spluttered.
“Hello,” Samira said.
She was wearing a short red satin gown, which looked gorgeous against her brown skin, and she’d twisted her long blonde hair up behind her head, to emphasise those carved cheek bones and huge brown eyes. She shone out from the bustling crowd like a jewel. All the other people around their table had noticed her, too, and they’d fallen out of reality to stare. Ivan’s heart pounded with lust and joy.
Dylan leaned forward – his brown eyes lighting up. “Hi, Miss. If you’re looking for table forty-three, you found it. Care to join us, huh?”
Ivan’s jealousy surged straight to his fists. Obviously Dylan didn’t know that Samira was off-limits, but his possessiveness wasn’t open to rational discussion. It was years since he’d had a rough-and-tumble with either of his brothers, and they’d never fallen out over a woman, but right now Ivan was fighting hard to restrain himself from punching Dylan’s lights out.
Samira grinned and rested her hand on Ivan’s shoulder. “Actually, I’m Ivan’s date. He said it was okay for me to come along. May I sit down?”
All three men shot to their feet. Ivan hadn’t asked if it was okay to bring a date, and – for once – Adam and Dylan hadn’t turned up with a line of hopeful women in tow.
Ivan greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, forcing down his desire to fuck her hard in front of all these people. She smelled so sweet; like honey and roses. But Ivan’s lust rocketed as he remembered that this demure demeanour masked a devilish desire to be fucked hard. She’d learnt how to hide her lust in Iran, and she was playing the innocent untouched act very well. It suited her.
She whispered in Ivan’s ear. “Don’t tell them I’m Tariq’s cousin. We don’t want him finding out I’m here – just in case. Right?”
He nodded and turned to his brothers. “Dylan, Adam, this is Samira – my date for the night.”
She smiled majestically, like an Arabian
Ivan laughed playfully. “Yeah, his reputation precedes him, so they say.”
Dylan snorted. “Adam’s goals in life are pretty simple – he wants to make multi-million-dollar contracts and make love to beautiful women.”
“And he’s pretty successful at both, huh?”
“He sure is.” Dylan smirked. “I think it’s that Armani suit, you know? People find it irresistible.”
Ivan chuckled. Adam did look great tonight in his designer suit. But so did Dylan. And Ivan hoped he did, too. He sipped his beer. “Dylan, do you think there’s someone for everyone?”
Dylan froze. “What the fuck are you talking about, Ivan? You’ve been acting weird all evening. Is it really because you and Tariq fell out? Did he try something on with you?”
“Of course not. It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Dylan opened his mouth to interrogate him further, but Adam reappeared at the table and sat down, looking smug. “What did I miss?”
“Did she blow you out?” Dylan asked.
“No way,” Adam said. “Got her number. I’ll catch her later – we can get to know each other better, you know?”
Dylan glanced up at the massive stage at the front of the room, where the ceremony was almost ready to start. “We’ve gotta get through this first. Then we can have some fun.”
“So you guys feeling okay?” Ivan asked.
Adam shrugged. “Piece of cake. We’ll win this for sure.”
“Nothing like blind optimism to cool those nerves, kiddo.”
Adam smirked and opened his mouth to retort, but then his jaw dropped in shock at something over Ivan’s shoulder.
Worry pricked across Ivan’s skin like a sandstorm. It was going to be those guys again, wasn’t it? Coming back to finish what they’d started. He braced himself for a fight, then swivelled around and… his brain cells relaxed like a warm bath. No wonder Adam had been side-tracked – the most beautiful woman on the planet was standing right there, looking self-assured and proud.
“Hi…?” Ivan spluttered.
“Hello,” Samira said.
She was wearing a short red satin gown, which looked gorgeous against her brown skin, and she’d twisted her long blonde hair up behind her head, to emphasise those carved cheek bones and huge brown eyes. She shone out from the bustling crowd like a jewel. All the other people around their table had noticed her, too, and they’d fallen out of reality to stare. Ivan’s heart pounded with lust and joy.
Dylan leaned forward – his brown eyes lighting up. “Hi, Miss. If you’re looking for table forty-three, you found it. Care to join us, huh?”
Ivan’s jealousy surged straight to his fists. Obviously Dylan didn’t know that Samira was off-limits, but his possessiveness wasn’t open to rational discussion. It was years since he’d had a rough-and-tumble with either of his brothers, and they’d never fallen out over a woman, but right now Ivan was fighting hard to restrain himself from punching Dylan’s lights out.
Samira grinned and rested her hand on Ivan’s shoulder. “Actually, I’m Ivan’s date. He said it was okay for me to come along. May I sit down?”
All three men shot to their feet. Ivan hadn’t asked if it was okay to bring a date, and – for once – Adam and Dylan hadn’t turned up with a line of hopeful women in tow.
Ivan greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, forcing down his desire to fuck her hard in front of all these people. She smelled so sweet; like honey and roses. But Ivan’s lust rocketed as he remembered that this demure demeanour masked a devilish desire to be fucked hard. She’d learnt how to hide her lust in Iran, and she was playing the innocent untouched act very well. It suited her.
She whispered in Ivan’s ear. “Don’t tell them I’m Tariq’s cousin. We don’t want him finding out I’m here – just in case. Right?”
He nodded and turned to his brothers. “Dylan, Adam, this is Samira – my date for the night.”
She smiled majestically, like an Arabian
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