Undisclosed Desire: An Alpha Billionaire Romance: + bonus novel by Linnea May

I had won her, at least for the night. She had made up her mind by the time she walked through the door of that shisha bar. I could tell, because it was written all over her beautiful face.
    I take another sip of my coffee while I scan the city below. Somewhere down there, Nicky is driving home with one of my drivers. I know her kind, and I know that she despises being spoiled like this, being subjected to a lifestyle that disgusts her for no good reason. She’ll have to endure a lot more of that if she agrees to become mine.
     
     

CHAPTER VIII
    Nicky
     
    Evan Beckhart – smart, handsome, rich, the eternal bachelor ?
    I cannot take my eyes off of the article. What a sneaky bastard! I had sex with one of ' the country's hottest billionaire bachelors' – and I didn't even know it at the time.
    How could he not have mentioned this? Did he actively conceal it from me – or did he just expect me to know when he introduced himself? He could have used a fake name, after all. But he didn't. He actively ran the risk of me knowing who he is. 
    I feel so stupid. 
    What a great triumph it must have been for him to see me so unaware. The stupid hipster club girl who has no clue. 
    Then again, I never really asked him what he does for a living. Not once. I just shared my silly assumptions and – as he called them – prejudices. And he prohibited any further questions by the time we went to the hotel. 
    The expensive five star hotel. 
    "Damn," I whisper, still sitting at the kitchen table and staring down at the article.
    "Did you say something?" I hear Yuka as from the hall.
    Moments later, she appears at the door, tilting her head quizzically.
    I hastily close the magazine and shake my head. "No. Just mumbling to myself."
    "What have you been reading?" she asks, accompanied by an evil smirk. "You look like you saw a ghost."
    In a way, I feel like I did. The shock and surprise would be equally strong.
    "Nah, I'm just very... tired," I explain.
    Yuka shrugs and disappears back into the hall to get ready for her brunch date.
    "Take a nap until I come back," she yells. "I still want to hear about your date last night."
    "Yeah, sure," I whisper absentmindedly.
    As usual, she is in a hurry and storms out the door just a few seconds later, leaving me by myself with that confusing article.
    I stare at the magazine in front of me, pondering whether I should read it. Maybe I really did see a ghost? Maybe it wasn't him after all. I only looked at the picture for a few seconds – and he could have used this name to impress me. Maybe he just looked similar to this guy and used it to his advantage to seduce an unknowing girl like me.
    I should at least check and make sure that my shock is justified. Or if I should forget about him and write him off as a pathetic and deceitful liar.
    But how could he afford the hotel then?
    Maybe he stole that guy's credit cards, too. Maybe he is a thief – a mobster, as I jokingly assumed when we were entering the hotel.
    I have to know!
    I take a deep breath and open the magazine, slowly browsing to the page that displays his article.
    Evan Beckhart – smart, handsome, rich, the eternal bachelor ?
    I am prepared this time and don't shy away as soon as his face appears in front of me. And yes, it is his face. There is no doubt about it. The guy I teased about being your average, boring office yuppie, the guy who somehow still managed to captivate me and lure me out of the club into his hotel room. The guy I have had one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life with. 
    There is no doubt that it is the same man as the one who is the subject of this article. The picture of him appears to be from some kind of event for charity. He is dressed up to the limit, sporting an extremely well fitting black suit and a tie in steel blue that makes his dark eyes stand out even more. His hair is different, more organized and gelled to the side – but it is definitely him.
    The article covers the entire page