Mr. Monroe

Mr Monroe BILLIONAIRES’ CLUB BOOK SIX RAYLIN MARKS Dedication For my readers You all have no idea how much I cherish each and every one of you. I know you’ve waited forever for this book, and it’s finally here. I hope you enjoy it, and I want to thank you for having patience with me while waiting for it. This book and this entire series is dedicated to all of you! It’s all of your constant support and love that keeps me writing and always excited to bring you on all of these fun and unique journeys with these characters! Thank you! From the bottom of my heart! Enjoy… xoxo Raylin Contents Introduction 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 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Epilogue About the Author All books in the Billionaires’ Club Series Never miss a new release in the Billionaires’ Club Series… Introduction NAT I sat across the table from Bree, my happily married best friend, and smirked. I watched as she pushed a caramelized carrot around her plate, her mind far from the dinner I’d dragged her to with a colleague from my real estate firm. Polly had invited me to talk shop, I was sure, so I asked Bree to come and serve as a buffer, which she was happy to oblige. I wasn’t the type to suffer through a work dinner on a Friday night. No, thank you. “I feel sorry for you,” I nearly whispered with a smile. Her head snapped up, and then she glanced over to Polly, who was caught up in a conversation with a friend who’d stopped by our table five minutes ago. The two were going on about a missed dinner date or some such nonsense, and since I’d never met this Diane character before, I couldn’t care less. I was getting mildly impatient since we’d all faked our way through the meal, Polly acting as if she enjoyed working in the same real estate firm as me, even though I was her most formidable competitor. She’d been dying to take my number-one spot for years, but I was far too good at my job to let that happen. I was the best agent around, and everyone in Southern California knew it. That wasn’t going to change now or ever, especially not at the hands of Polly fucking Koker. I’d been invited to this dinner for a reason, however, and my patience was growing thin while I waited to find out why. My guess was that this was about the Kirby deal, but I wasn’t going to find that out if goddamn Diane didn’t stop bitching about her missed connection. “Don’t worry. You haven’t missed anything interesting, and you’ve not been caught sulking by anyone but me,” I smirked and winked knowingly at Bree. “I guess I’m just not in the mood to be out on a Friday night after all, you know?” Bree answered, trying not to show her irritation. “Oh, do I ever know these things with you, Bree Grayson,” I said, leaning over the table toward her. “That’s why I feel sorry for you. I will never—mark my words, never—find myself in your pathetic situation.” “Pathetic situation?” Polly said, bringing her attention back to us now that her friend was gone. “Oh, dear,” she covered her heart while I narrowed my eyes at her fake dramatics, “don’t tell me it’s about you and Alex?” She stopped herself, and I wanted to roll my eyes at her inference. This woman was among many on the long list of women who’d have loved for Bree and Alex’s marriage to fail so that the handsome billionaire would be back on the market again. “Interesting,” I said, eyeing the woman, sipping my cocktail. “You act like you almost want this to be about her and Alex with the way you jump to that conclusion.” “Nat, I’m not trying to act like I know what Alex would’ve done to cause Bree to have difficulty being out tonight,” Polly offered. Bree went to respond, but I reached across the table, patted her hand, and gave my girl a knowing smile, pleading with her to go along with this for me. Polly was not only a snake in business, but whenever it came to money, she would sink her venomous fangs into you and try to destroy you from the inside out. “I know you’re not trying to act like you know, darling,” I simply stated, “but I would be ashamed if I were the one acting like I didn’t know what you were getting at. I suppose you are right, though. Alex is the reason why Bree is sulking tonight, completely disenchanted with us and our dinner.” “What’s going on?” Polly urged, brushing her copper hair over her shoulder and leaning forward to hear better. “It’s embarrassing, really,” Bree played along, knowing Polly couldn’t care less about her problems. Women like Polly only cared about whether Alex Grayson was going back on the auction block. I wouldn’t have been surprised if that was why I’d been invited to dinner, and not because of the Kirby deal, but I think this was about Polly wanting to keep friends close and enemies closer. She and I were in a bidding war to land a massive commission for a developer. Bree and Alex’s company was in the mix too, and with their world-renowned architecture firm in my back pocket, Polly knew my chances of landing this deal were almost unbeatable. “Is that Alex?” Polly questioned