Charmed By Richard
Alpha Billionaire Secret Club (Book One)
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Richard
How on earth could this have happened?
I stood in front of the table, my hand frozen midway to my wallet, almost gaping as I looked at the receptionist and the maître’s, and then back again, unable to believe what I was hearing. Had the billboards been wrong? This was a… five-star hotel, wasn’t it? Or had my secretary mixed something up somewhere?
The questions whirled through my mind. It was impossible to believe, but the longer I stood staring at the receptionist, the more obvious her discomfort became. I was currently in the reception area of what Jack, my friend, business partner, and brother-in-arms, had called ‘the best hotel in Miami.’ Well, I didn’t doubt that.
To begin with, I’d been at my home last night having what I liked to call a ‘mini party’ when, out of the blue, I’d received a call from him. He’d spotted a group of potential investors for his new company. He’d done the paperwork, gotten them to agree to a meeting and now all he just had to do was convince them to actually invest.
“This is a good one, Rich.” He’d said at the other end of the phone, obviously trying to cajole me to come along.
“I don’t know, Jack. It sounds like the kind of thing I’d be interested in but, I’m quite…” I’d paused, munching an apple as I stood in my condo, casting a glance at the red-haired, sultry model lying flat on my bed, “…busy right now.”
“Oh come on, man. You know we can’t get those men without your… Uhm what do you call it again?”
“Salt to the soup.” In spite of myself, I smiled at that age-old nickname my friends gave me back when we were still in business school.
“Yes, man. I need your salt to this soup. No one sells like you and I know you’re already filthy rich but…” I guffawed at his words, reaching over to open up the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water as he continued, “…think of this as a challenge, hmm? As of now, no one has been able to convince these guys to invest. You are literally my last hope.”
Sighing, I placed my free hand on my waist and cast a glance at the model who still lay spread across my bed, a seductive look in her eyes as she purred, beckoning.
I sighed again.
What was her name again? Amber? Rose? Or maybe Tulips? I didn’t know, but I was sure it had something to do with flowers. Well, I shrugged, biting my lower lip as I contemplated the current situation before me, at least she has an amazing mouth.
And after the hectic week, trying to close a deal at my company, it was exactly what I needed. Heck, I’d planned to spend the whole weekend doing nothing but partying all around the place, with at least a dozen beauties to keep me company.
But damn, Jack knew where to hit. And his target had met his mark. For all my riches or the global reach of my company, one thing I’d never been able to stay away from was a business challenge.
“How soon?”
“This weekend.”
I paused, a groan tearing from my belly, up my throat and finally out my mouth, “This weekend? Like in less than three hours?”
“The meeting is tomorrow, man. At eleven o’clock in the morning.”
Damn.
I whipped the phone away from my head and threw a quick glance at the time – barely 10:00 pm.
“Can’t it be postponed?”
“You know it can’t” Jack exclaimed in a high-pitched tone that was so unlike him that it almost made me smirk.
“Fine.” I turned around to look at Amber, already devising ways to break the sad news that our weekend party had just been cut short. “And Jack? You better book a place for me, okay?”
“Sure thing man! You’ll have the best hotel in Miami.”
I’d trusted those last four words so much that when I booked a flight to Miami the next morning, I had no worries about my accommodation. In fact, I barely arrived in time for the meeting and had to send my luggage ahead of me, trusting in the ‘best hotel’ I was to be staying in. The meeting was concluded in a flash – the newly initiated investors laughed heartily, excited with the prospects of the deal they’d previously declined.
“It’s all about the packaging, man. People won’t buy unless they can sell.” I told Jack when he asked how I’d done it, showing his due appreciation by getting me a drink.
Finally, the time came for me to go to the hotel, freshen up, hit the clubs and continue the party I’d so ruthlessly ended for this meeting.
With this vision in mind, I’d driven along the road. As soon as I saw the hotel, I’d thought “Classic”, smiling as I slowed down my Ferrari. This might not be such a bad idea after all.
But then I went inside and found myself in the situation I was currently in.
“So,” I said to the receptionist, placing a hand on my forehead, “you mean to say you don’t know where it is right now?”
“We’re are deeply sorry sir and we hope to—”
“That’s the same thing you said three
