Instant Billionaire

Instant Billionaire DEEP DARK SECRETS BOOK ONE J.J. LOVE CRAVE PUBLISHING Contents 1. Johnathan 2. Kylie 3. Johnathan 4. Kylie 5. Johnathan 6. Kylie 7. Johnathan 8. Kylie 9. Johnathan 10. Kylie 11. Johnathan 12. Kylie 13. Johnathan 14. Kylie 15. Johnathan 16. Kylie 17. Johnathan 18. Kylie 19. Johnathan 20. Kylie 21. Johnathan 22. Kylie 23. Johnathan 24. Kylie 25. Johnathan 26. Kylie 27. Johnathan 28. Kylie 29. Johnathan 30. Kylie 31. Johnathan 32. Kylie 33. Johnathan 34. Kylie 35. Johnathan 36. Kylie 37. Johnathan * Bonus Scene * * GIVEAWAY * Before You Go… About the Author What Do You Crave? Freebie Friday Book Shark Instant Billionaire Copyright © 2023 by J.J. Love All rights reserved. First Print Edition: January 2023 Crave Publishing Kailua, HI 96734 www.cravepublishing.net Formatting: Crave Publishing ISBN-13: 978-1-64034-653-6 No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental. CHAPTER 1 Johnathan “One caramel latte with a shot of expresso!” The coffee shop bustles with the usual energy of a Monday morning. Baristas behind the counter dash back and forth as customers wait in an impatient clump buried deep in their phones. I lean against the far wall and check my own screen for comfort. A few years ago, there was no shortage of excitement blowing up my phone. Girls, parties, and endless nights of fun. I can close my eyes and still see Jenny Malt stripping on the dining room table at three in the morning. Now I’m just the guy seven years into a loveless marriage waiting for his coffee. Oh, how hard the mighty fall. “Johnathan,” the barista calls. I raise my hand and walk toward the counter, wading through the crowd. Guess it’s back to the office for another mediocre work week. I wonder what my old man has planned for me today. Probably another meeting. Another sales pitch. I wonder how pissed he’d be if I invited a stripper to liven things up? A blue-suited guy snatches my cup up before I can finish crossing through the crowd. “Hey, buddy. Try stealing someone else’s coffee,” I yell. I grip the man’s shoulder to stop him, but my cup is already pressed to his lips. He eyes me with a mischievous smile, his face quickly distorting into disgust as he sticks out his tongue. “Ew, what is this? Black?” I refrain from smacking him upside the head and snatch back my coffee with a smirk. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Questioning an old friend on their taste in coffee,” Jax muses, throwing a casual arm over my shoulder. Jax Baxter. The last person I expected to see today but I’m glad I did. He stares at me. “I haven’t seen you in a while. You look exhausted.” “No more than I did in law school.” I shrug. “Still working for that brute you call a father?” I nod. “Got three more years before I get to move up.” “Well, a few minutes with an old friend isn’t gonna break your schedule, is it?” I’m tempted to check the time. I can already hear my dad yelling at me the moment I walk through the door of his office. Whether I’m on time or not doesn’t really matter. He just likes to yell. I shrug. “It wouldn’t kill me.” We weave back through the masses to a table by the window. The New York foot traffic zooms by outside, and I settle into the cushion-backed chair with ease. Normally I’d be one of those hurried blobs of gray, eager to get to my destination. Every. Single. Day. “So where’s your wife been hiding you, man?” he asks. “I haven’t seen you since the wedding.” Ah, yes. The famous business transaction everyone likes to call my marriage. Three more years and the contract will finally expire. I’ll be a free man. Not that I’d burden Jax with any of this. “You know how my dad is. Work till you can’t and then work some more.” Jax stares at me. “You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.” “Burn out doesn’t age well,” I chuckle, taking in his fresh expression. “You look well.” He leans back in his chair, pompous as ever. “Oh, go on.” “Seriously, man. Whatever you’re doing I need it in bulk.” “Same thing I’ve always done.” He shrugs and pulls a muffin out of his bag. “You still do those weekend trips?” He points the top of his muffin at me. “Do you have any idea how demanding the attorney general’s office is? Without those weekend getaways, I’d look worse than you.” He unwraps it and pops a piece in his mouth, the faint smell of blueberry lingering as he leans the rest my way. Just like old times. I break off a piece of the muffin top as the old memories resurface. Back to those burned-out college days. Back to weekend trips blowing off steam at some nearby island. “Some of my best mistakes were on those weekend trips,” I muse. “Sadly, those days seem like a million years ago.” “That’s it.” He slams his hand on the table. “That’s exactly what you need. Sandy beaches. Sexy girls.” I take a sip of my coffee. “Keep dreaming, Jax. My dad has my schedule locked tighter than jail.” “Well, make time, man, because I happen to have an extra ticket to paradise with your name on it.” I blink at him as he breaks off another piece of muffin. “Oh, really? And where are we going?” “To an all-expenses-paid resort in Puerto Rico.”