Playing With Her (Billionaire Playboys #3) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire Playboys Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
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“I’ll get on the phone with him now. Are you sure writing a statement won’t take up too much of your time?” Isa asks over the cup of her coffee. She’s got the same auburn hair as Amelie, only hers is shorter and reaches her shoulders.

“Nope, I’d prefer a written affidavit. I’ll have my lawyer contact your lawyer, then they can go from there.” I take another bite of my breakfast, eyes locking on Amelie, who’s been unusually quiet since we sat down.

“Are you not hungry, honey?” My eyes go from Isa’s to Amelie’s and notice that her coloring has gone from a slight flush to a white paler version of her normally fair complexion.

“Not really. Actually, I think I’m going to go lie down. I’m really not feeling that great.” She stands up hastily, causing the chair to screech across the white-and-black checkered flooring. I’m out of my own when I notice her eyes closing, body swaying, and barely make it to her as Isa and I watch her body give out.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Isa scurries around. My hands are full, trying not to jostle her, one arm going beneath the fold of her legs, the other beneath her neck.

“Isa, calm down, take a few deep breaths.” I notice she’s pacing back and forth, a hand covering her mouth, completely out of it, worried yet having no idea what to do.

“You’re right. Shit, shit, shit.” Gone is the prim and proper woman. In her place is a woman who’s worried about her daughter. “Okay, I’m better now. Alright, let’s get her upstairs. Can you carry her? It’s three flights, and, well, I know she wouldn’t want to be under the scrutiny of other people’s prying eyes.”

“I can carry her. Lead the way, please.” I’m already going through a list of contacts to call. Parker would work. Hopefully, Nessa isn’t at work. She can walk me through a list of what to look for, potential issues, and if I should call an ambulance. My other option is to call for an ambulance. It’s overkill, I’m well fucking aware. I’m kicking my own ass, worrying myself too much thinking about if this could be something worse than a lack of eating breakfast, the stress from her parents’ argument, and then the argument in which she blew up on me.

“I’d offer my bedroom, but Amelie would get up the second her eyes popped open, take the stairs, we’d both grumble, and it would get us nowhere.” Isa guides us to a small staircase off the kitchen away from the one out front. Thank fuck. No one needs to know that Amelie is conked out in my arms. Much like me, she’s a private person. I am because of the wealth and political background I come with, some people thinking they can take advantage or use me as an in with my father. It happened once, and I saw it from a mile away after what happened to Parker, turning him into a recluse in many aspects. It wasn’t what I wanted, so I kept to myself, thoroughly vetting anyone I dated. My brothers gave me hell for it. One time, that’s all it took for me to break down the reasoning. All three of them sat stoically after I gave them a few words of wisdom. Parker and Ezra faired fairly well with their wives, leaving me and Theo as the confirmed bachelors of our group.

“Two more flights of stairs. Why my daughter wouldn’t take the first-floor room across from me, I’ll never know. She insisted on using the third floor, probably to keep me out of her business. Fat lot of good that did her. As if a mother’s intuition is ever wrong. You two weren’t as stealthy as you thought.” We make our way up the staircase without me saying a word. Amelie’s weight is slight, but that’s not what has me quiet. It’s how to reply to her mom. My own isn’t this outspoken, a true testament to being a governor’s wife, much like their children. My father prefers us to be seen and not heard. A task that’s hard to follow when you break from the mold and use your trust fund to help three college buddies make something out of nothing in a run-down apartment. When we made it big, the first thing we all did was buy a place with the money each of us earned.

“Finally,” Isa mutters. She takes a set of keys out of her apron pocket, slides Amelie’s into the lock, and spins it around in a full circle. I hear the clicking of the tumble, and the door is open. The LeBlanc Inn is historic, lovingly restored, keeping as much of the preservation as possible, including using room keys instead of keypads or a card to slide into a slot.



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