Billionaires in New York
Laura Burton
Burton & Burchell Ltd
Matched With a Billionaire
A Billionaires in New York Prequel
The characters and storylines are fictitious, and any resemblance to real-life people and events are purely coincidental. The author retains all of the rights to this work which may not be copied and distributed online or elsewhere without the written permission of the owner of the rights.
All rights reserved by Laura Burton 2020.
Written in U.S. English
Cover Design by Wynter Designs
Edited by Tochi Biko
First Edition
Created with Vellum
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
DEDICATION
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
More from Laura Burton
Chapter One
It’s a beautiful day to fall in love––or so the ad said on Holly’s phone. Usually, she deleted spam messages. But something about this one caught her eye.
Emily Stewart at Find My Companion believes that every day is a beautiful day to fall in love. And she is on the lookout for single women who are looking for Mr. Right. A number of extremely handsome bachelors are waiting to find their match, so don’t hesitate! If you are ready to open up your heart and find true love, contact Emily today.
Holly tapped her finger against the side of her phone as she considered it.
“Morning, do you want a green smoothie?”
Holly looked up from her phone to see Josie, her overly happy roommate, skipping into the kitchen. Josie was a morning person. Usually by the time Holly got out of bed, Josie had already gone for a jog, read passages from her bible, showered, and prepared a nutritious breakfast.
“Sure, maybe skip the spirulina this time, though?”
Josie opened her mouth, perhaps to argue, but she closed it again and shook her head.
“Okay.”
Holly looked down at her phone again and clicked on the link in her email.
“So, what are your plans today?” Josie asked as she loaded up the blender. Holly didn’t answer as she checked out the Find My Companion website and whistled.
“Hellooo. Earth to Holly…”
Josie turned on the blender and it emitted an unearthly squeal that sent Holly’s ears ringing. When the noise faded, she looked up at Josie, who stared back with her dark eyes narrowed.
“What?” Holly asked.
Josie huffed with another shake of the head and grabbed two glass tumblers from the cupboard.
“You know what your problem is?” she asked, pouring thick green liquid into the glasses. Holly shrugged.
“I didn’t know I had a problem,” she said blankly. Josie gave her a hard look, then marched around the breakfast bar and handed her the drink.
“You’re never present in a situation. Always buried in your head, meanwhile the world goes on around you.” She took a few gulps and wiped her upper lip. “What are you so engrossed in, anyway?”
Holly clicked off the website and stuffed the phone in her pocket.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. She took a sip of her juice and resisted the urge to make a sour face. Josie had definitely snuck some spirulina in it. “I’ve got a shoot at Estelle’s this afternoon. Not sure when I’ll be done.”
Josie hummed and twirled her dark hair between her fingers.
“One of the servers is sick, can you cover tonight?” Josie asked, her voice was breezy but she didn’t make eye contact. Holly groaned.
“Not again. I’m not a server. Remember last time you got me to cover for one of your friends?”
The two of them shared a look before bursting out in laughter. Holly often joked that modelling worked well for her because she was display-only. As soon as she was tasked with doing something—carrying a tray of food or drinks for example—disaster would follow.
“The look on Martina’s face after you knocked her into the chocolate fountain is my go-to memory when I’m feeling sad.”
Holly’s stomach squirmed. She had tried a new pair of heels that night and wobbled over, twisting her ankle and collapsing on the worst person imaginable—Martina Constance, a fashion designer and close friend of Estelle. The biggest name in the industry.
“They probably have my name blacklisted. I bet they won’t even let me in,” she pointed out. Josie scoffed as she downed the rest of her drink and slammed the tumbler on the coffee table.
“It’s a big party tonight. Some charity mixer thingy with all sorts of rich businessmen. We need all the help we can get.”
Josie batted her eyelashes and pouted. As if this would magically charm Holly. But Holly didn’t need persuading. She could never say no to helping a friend in need. And she figured Josie must have been really desperate if she was coming to Holly for help. Especially after the fiasco of last time.
“Fine. I’ll help.” She slumped her shoulders. Josie pumped her fist in the air and squealed.
“I’ll pick up a uniform for you and text you the details.”
Josie turned to leave but stopped in thought and swivelled back to give Holly an evil grin.
“Maybe wear flat shoes this time?”
Chapter Two
“Look to your left, that’s it. Now place your hand on your right hip. Give me a little more pout. Can we get a fan set up over here? Great. Hold it right there.”
Thatcher Soul was one of the top photographers in New York. All the celebrities wanted him for their promotional shoots and his team followed his orders without a word. It was almost like they were scared of him.
But to Holly, he was just Thatcher, the geeky red head from high school who used to get beaten up by the jocks. The kid who told lame
