Billionaire Unknown: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Blake Read online

  Billionaire Unknown

  Copyright © 2017 by J. S. Scott

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  Cover by Wax Creative

  ISBN: 978-1-939962-98-0 (Print)

  ISBN: 978-1-939962-67-6 (E-Book)

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  Blake

  Christmas Eve, Twelve Years Ago

  What in the hell was I doing?

  Basically, I was freezing my ass off looking for a runaway girl in the middle of a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. What really pissed me off was the fact that she was a spoiled eighteen-year-old female who I’d never liked in the first place.

  My nickname for her when were kids had been Cruella de Vil for as long as I could remember, and I referred to her by that name so often that I almost failed to remember that her real name was Harper Lawson. She was the second youngest member of the Lawson family, friends of the Colter family for as long as I could remember.

  That’s why I’m out here freezing my balls off on Christmas Eve.

  There was very little I wouldn’t do for my mother. But right at the moment, I wished I didn’t love her quite so much. I never had been able to tolerate seeing my mother upset. And, since the spoiled brat’s mother was best friends with mine, of course Mom was worried.

  Call me an idiot, but I volunteered for this torture just so I didn’t have to see the stress on my mom’s face.

  I hadn’t seen Harper Lawson in years, even though she lived in another small town fairly close to where we did in Rocky Springs, Colorado. I was on college break, and Harper had just graduated from high school. Thankfully, Mom had stopped trying to push a friendship between me and the younger Lawson girls when I was still in grade school, when I finally told her how much I disliked Harper because she was downright mean. Her younger sister, Danica, was a heck of a lot nicer, but I hadn’t seen much of her, either. I had run into the Lawson brothers occasionally, but because we went to different schools, we barely knew any of them.

  Only Harper had ever irritated the hell out of me. She’d always gone out of her way to be a child dictator, and she flaunted her parents’ wealth like it made her better than anyone else. It hadn’t mattered that the Colters were wealthy, too. She’d been equal opportunity nasty to every person she came into contact with when she was a kid.

  Judging by my current frigid trek through the snow, she hadn’t changed one damn bit.

  I smirked as my rubber boots plowed through the deep snowdrifts on the sidewalk, finding it hard to believe that Harper might actually be in the Denver homeless shelter I was looking for during one of the nastiest blizzards we’d seen in a long time.

  Apparently, she’d run away after her parents had finally set their foot down on her endless spending of money she hadn’t earned. They’d taken away her credit cards, her brand-new car she’d gotten for graduation, and most of her extravagant purchases because she had no desire to go to college. Obviously, she figured that since her parents were rich, she didn’t need an education. Her plans were probably focused on becoming a rich socialite for life.

  Fuck! I hated rich kids with that attitude. I busted my ass in college, and not a single Colter child had ever felt entitled. We were all either working on our careers, or planning our own futures. We had a lot of money, but not a single one of us ever considered just being idle.

  I’d heard the Lawson brothers were all going to college. But Harper apparently didn’t want to work that hard.

  Really, I was kind of surprised that her parents had never recognized how self-centered their daughter was before now.

  Once the Lawsons had realized how incredibly spoiled Harper was, and that she’d never planned to get any higher education, they’d finally decided to cut her off. Harper had immediately balked and run away from home. Well, technically, she wasn’t a runaway. She was eighteen, so she wasn’t a juvenile. But she sure as hell acted like one.

  Who in the hell ran away just because mommy and daddy took away her car and her credit cards?

  “She’s still a spoiled brat,” I muttered irritably as I kept walking through the drifting snow, the cold starting to whip right through my winter jacket and jeans. “If Mom hadn’t been so freaked out, I would have stayed warm and comfortable at home, celebrating Christmas with my own family instead of worrying about somebody else’s problems.”

  Unfortunately, Aileen Colter worried about everybody. My mother was one of the most caring people I knew, and the glue that held our family together after my father had died years ago. She was such good friends with Harper’s mother that she was horrified at the thought of a young woman lost somewhere in a blizzard by herself.

  I was a sucker. The sad look on my mother’s face had prompted me to jump into a helicopter from Rocky Springs to Denver with a storm coming in, just to find some obnoxious chick who couldn’t function without her luxury vehicle and credit cards.

  I finally located the makeshift shelter, grateful for the warmth once I stepped inside.

  There were bodies everywhere, most of them on sleeping mats with a blanket on the floor. Because of the weather, I knew most of the shelters were overloaded.

  I scanned the people on the floor, some of them sleeping, but many sitting up with a blanket around their body.

  My heart sank as I saw the people in tattered clothing, and inhaled the stench of unwashed bodies.

  Was this the best they could expect on Christmas Eve? Just stepping into the place reminded me of how damn lucky I’d been. The Colters were ungodly wealthy, and because my father had already passed away, that wealth had been distributed to all of his kids and my mother.

  At the ripe old age of twenty-two, I was already rich, but I’d never for a moment not considered working, or getting a college degree. My dad had been an educated man, and I knew he’d wanted the same for all his children. My identical twin brother, Marcus, had taken over my father’s legacy, while the rest of us were busy planning our destinies by continuing on to college. Marcus had it the worst, trying to go to school and keep up with what was happening with our dad’s international business interests. I knew as soon as my twin graduated, he’d be traveling the world.

  And damn…I was going to miss him.

  “Can I help you? I’m afraid we don’t have any space left.” The female voice was low and compassionate.

  The middle-aged woman smiled at me, a sympathetic smile that I didn’t deserve.

  “No, ma’am,” I answered reassuringly, wanting her to know she didn’t have to put me up for the night. “I’m looking for someone. I don’t need to take up one of your beds.”
r />   Fumbling in my coat pocket, I drew out the latest picture of Harper, her graduation photo. “Have you seen her?”

  The lady took the picture and examined it closely. “Looks a little familiar. But I can’t quite place her. We’ve taken in a lot of young people.”

  I took the photo and put it back in my pocket. “Mind if I look around a little?” Jesus! I hoped the tip that had come in about Harper being in this place hadn’t been wrong.

  The overworked woman shrugged. “Feel free to search for your friend. I’d like to see one less person be alone on Christmas.”

  I nodded, and then made my way around the large room, my eyes scanning all of the desperate faces occupying the space. Finally, I did a double-take on one solitary female, almost discarding the notion that I might be looking at Harper.

  The young woman had the same blonde hair, and was probably about the same age. But everything else about her was…wrong. I edged closer to her and her position sitting across the room against the concrete wall, her arms wrapped around her body like she was cold.

  As I approached, I could tell she’d been crying. “Harper?” I said her name in a loud voice from several feet away, and she immediately turned her head to look up at me.

  She frowned and swiped away the remnants of her tears as she answered, “Colter?”

  I nodded, unable to look away from the tortured look in her dark-green eyes and the despair I saw there.

  Christ! It was really Harper, but she looked nothing like her sophisticated picture. She was in a pair of ratty jeans and a sweater rather than designer clothing. She was wearing no jewelry, not even the diamond pendant or the rings I knew her parents hadn’t taken away. And her angelic face was completely devoid of makeup. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders with a natural curl that was far more attractive than the upswept, sophisticated style in her picture.

  I crouched next to her. “I’m here to take you home. Your family has been worried sick.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t go back there.”

  “You can,” I said firmly. “Problem is, we may have to stay in Denver tonight. I’m not sure we can get back to Rocky Springs in this weather. But at least we can vacate this bed so somebody else can use it.”

  She slowly nodded, and then rose to her feet. “That would be good. So many people are in need of a warm place to be right now. I’ll go with you.”

  I took her hand simply because she looked so damn lost, and led her toward the door of the shelter, giving the woman running it a large donation before I hauled Harper out the door after she retrieved a jacket that wasn’t going to be nearly warm enough for the current weather.

  Guiding her a few blocks away to the hotel room my brother Marcus had been able to procure before I’d started searching for Harper, I suddenly remembered it had been the only available room in Denver. Because of the snowstorm and the holidays, everything had been booked solid.

  Once we entered the room of the somewhat rundown hotel, I informed her, “We’ll have to share. This was the only available room we could find.”

  She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Harper, everything will be okay. As soon as the helicopter can fly, we’ll get you back home.” I didn’t like her, but her downtrodden mood was making me feel a little sorry for her.

  “Mom, Dad, and my older brothers will give me hell,” she stated flatly. “They wanted me to go.”

  Even though the room was warm enough, she shuddered.

  I started making a pot of coffee as I answered, “They didn’t want you to go. They wanted you to grow up.”

  The coffeemaker sputtered for a moment before it started to brew. There wasn’t a ton of stuff in the small space. A small TV and the coffee stuff was sitting on a cheap brown console, and there was a king-sized bed with the most god-awful, gaudy bedspread I’d ever seen. Other than two small bedside tables, there was no other furniture in the room except for a tiny, rickety-looking table with two very worn wooden chairs.

  I was slightly worried about checking out the bathroom. I’d checked in and dropped my duffel bag, and then headed out almost immediately to look for Harper. I took a cautious glance around the corner. It was no fancy hotel bathroom, but it had a shower and a toilet, and I was relieved when I noticed that it looked fairly clean.

  I poured out the coffee when it was done, handing Harper one of the mugs. “Here. I don’t know what you want in it.”

  “Thanks,” she answered quietly, and then proceeded to drink it black as she seated herself at the small table. “How did you get roped into finding me? I almost didn’t recognize you. I haven’t seen you since we were kids.”

  I sat across from her, sat my mug on the table, and then shrugged out of my jacket and swept the hat from my head. “Almost everybody in town was looking for you. Your parents were afraid you’d been kidnapped or lost in the storm.”

  “I’m surprised they cared,” she answered morosely.

  I opened my mouth to ask her if she thought they’d stop caring just because they took away her credit cards, and give her a lecture about being a spoiled brat. I closed it again when I saw tears leaking from her beautiful, emerald-green eyes.

  “They care,” I answered simply, suddenly wanting to comfort her, which was highly unusual for me when it came to Harper. Mostly…I wanted to avoid her.

  “I think I understand that now. Honestly, after seeing how badly other people are suffering, I feel like a major bitch for leaving my warm, comfortable home,” she admitted openly. “I deserved everything my parents and brothers said to me.”

  “Have you been at the shelter the whole time?” I knew she’d been missing for several days.

  “Yes. I took buses to Denver, but I only had a small amount of cash. Then the storm hit, and I had nowhere to go.”

  The sadness in her voice made my heart clench. “Your mom said you’d still have your jewelry on. And you were last seen wearing a designer pants suit.”

  “I gave my jewelry to a family who got turned away,” she confessed in a husky whisper. “They had nothing, and they needed a place to stay. The little one was cold, so I gave her my blanket.”

  It was the last thing I expected Harper to tell me, and I gaped at her in astonishment. Recovering quickly, I asked, “And your clothing?”

  “Silk,” she answered in disgust. “I was so cold that I went through the donations at the shelter and found something warmer to wear.”

  I frowned. “Harper, are you okay?”

  She looked up at me and slowly shook her head. “I’ve never seen how many homeless people there are, so many families that can’t even manage to keep their homes. I’ve never even been to this part of Denver. It’s so…sad.”

  “So you gave away everything you had to help a big family survive? You could have pawned the jewelry yourself,” I suggested, surprised she hadn’t done just that.

  “I couldn’t. They were gifts from my parents. So I decided to stay here until I could figure something out. But when I met that family, and they were so desperate, I couldn’t let them walk away into the cold again. I’m hoping they found a room.”

  She sounded so disheartened that I quickly replied, “I’m sure they did. Things just started to get completely full up last night.”

  I didn’t really know that for sure, but how in the hell could I let her worry about whether or not her sacrifice had helped the family find a place? Judging by what her mother had told me about Harper’s jewelry, it would have fetched enough money for their needs for quite some time.

  I could still hardly believe that Harper, the selfish, mean, spoiled child I’d once been forced to socialize with as a kid was the same person I was looking at now.

  She sighed as she cradled her coffee mug. “I hope they’re okay.”

  “You’re different,” I blurted out, without censoring my words.

>   Harper shot me a sad smile right before she took a sip of her coffee, then set it back down on the table. “Maybe I grew up. Right now I hate myself.”

  “Why?”

  “Because before I landed in that shelter, I never bothered to look around and see the rest of the people around me. I grew up in a privileged world, and I stayed there. I think my parents did me a favor. When I see all of the people who actually care about homeless families, and the others who have fallen on hard times, I realize what a bitch I’ve always been.”

  Her candid explanation and self-deprecation affected me in a way that made my heart bleed for the way she’d suddenly been thrust into reality. Sure, maybe she had needed to grow up. But she was only eighteen, and after being sheltered by her parents for so long, the desperation she’d been witness to had to be sobering and traumatic.

  In some ways, it was her parents’ fault, too. My dad had died years ago, but my mom always kept us Colters very aware of our obligation to give a damn about those less fortunate than we were. It was ingrained in every Colter from the time we were young.

  We’d volunteered in soup kitchens.

  All of us had plenty of charities we supported with enthusiasm.

  We donated Christmas toys.

  And none of us were ever unaware of the suffering in the world.

  What in the hell had Harper’s parents been thinking? Sure, they were wealthy, but sheltering their kids from the rougher parts of life hadn’t done Harper any favors.

  “If you realize what you did was wrong, you’re not a bitch,” I assured her in a husky voice. Really, I admired the fact that she’d opened her eyes and heart to those people in need.

  I was also shocked as shit that she’d cared.

  I hadn’t seen Harper since we were young, but she’d grown into a beautiful young woman, and she was so much more attractive when she was real—just like this.

  “Thanks,” she said in a thoughtful voice. “But I don’t think I deserve your effort to make me feel better about myself.”

  As I slugged down my coffee, I pretty much thought what she really needed was cheering up. She looked pretty damned shell-shocked and depressed.