Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He aimed the gun right between my eyes. “This is your final warning. Show your face again, I’ll pull the trigger.” His security team stepped onto the deck, carrying machine guns and rifles. “Put this woman on a train to Paris. I want her out of my town for good.”
“Your town?” I asked incredulously. “Bitch, you don’t own Cap-Ferrat.”
The look he gave me said otherwise. “Bitch, I own everything.”
Paris was the last place I wanted to be, but his security detail literally forced me onto the train and blocked the doors until the train pulled out. I ended up back in the place I’d just fled, and I had to keep a low profile until I returned to Cap-Ferrat.
You didn’t think I’d given up, did you?
I had an ass that didn’t quit.
A week later, I made it back to the coastal village, but I didn’t bother jumping over the wall of his residence again.
I knew how that would end.
I had a much better idea.
A private security detail watched over the yachts parked at the dock, but they didn’t have enough manpower to keep watch of everything at once, so when they weren’t looking, I climbed on to his yacht with a small suitcase and slipped inside.
He was either arrogant or careless because most of the doors were left unlocked. It was easy to find the keys to the palace, and soon, I had access to the entire yacht. There was food in the chef’s kitchen, fresh linens on all the beds, more booze than I could ever drink by myself.
Basically, fucking paradise.
Now all I had to do was wait for him to come back.
Grave would never find me there, so I was happy to wait a lifetime for that asshole to return for his next vacation.
I was asleep on the bottom level when I heard voices.
“Mr. Beaufort will be here this afternoon,” someone said from above. “Prepare the ship for departure.”
My vacation was over.
I wasn’t sure if I was sleeping in a bed that would be occupied, so I remade it as well as I could before I changed into a bikini that made my tits look like deviled eggs on a serving platter. I grabbed a sun hat as well, looking the part. Then I hid away in one of the closets and waited.
When high-pitched voices and laughter came from the top of the ship, I knew the girls had arrived. Fuck buddies for Cauldron. I remained in my hiding place. Several hours later, the engine roared, and the ship finally pulled away from the dock. I came out of my hiding place, strutting around the ship in heels and my bikini, and not a single member of the staff gave me a second look.
Too easy.
When I made it to the top deck, I looked over the edge, seeing Cap-Ferrat in the distance, the turquoise water as beautiful as it was in pictures. Other yachts were in sight, other billionaires enjoying their summer vacations. My time with Grave had taught me that most rich men were evil, and you had to be evil to be that rich.
I looked to the seating area, seeing Cauldron shirtless in his shorts, his back to me. One arm was sprawled out over the cushions, while the other held a phone to his ear. He spoke quickly to someone, but I couldn’t make out the exact details of what he said.
I walked right behind him and entered the hallway where the rooms were tucked away.
There was an expansive room with a desk and a seating area, as well as a formal living room with a large screen in front, probably where he held his virtual meetings. It was exactly what I was looking for, so I took a seat, crossed my legs, and waited.
The door opened, and one of his staff walked inside. His eyes immediately widened at the sight of me. “No one is allowed in Mr. Beaufort’s office.”
“Then why are you here?” I asked, still seated on the couch.
“I—I have to set up his meeting.”
“Tell him Ambrosia wants him to fuck her across his desk first.”
Stunned by what I said, he stood there for another moment before he departed.
It only took a moment for Cauldron to take the bait. He locked the door behind him then strode into the office shirtless and barefoot. His hard body was covered with tanned skin, a beautiful color that complemented that dark hair and those even darker eyes. He might be one of the richest men, but he was also the most foolish, because he didn’t recognize me whatsoever. He clearly didn’t know the name Ambrosia either, but he probably didn’t know any of the girls’ names, so he didn’t bat an eye over it. I was just another woman in heels and a bikini, there to service him on the seas.