My Twin's Billionaire

MY TWIN’S BILLIONAIRE AN AGE GAP BOSS ROMANCE SUMMER AMBROSE Copyright © 2023 by Summer Ambrose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. My Twin’s Billionaire is dedicated to one of my new friends Sheryl Roundy. Thank you for your support Sheryl, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on the story. CONTENTS 1. Chapter 1 Kristina Monroe 2. Chapter 2 Xavier Baldwin 3. Chapter 3 Kristina Monroe 4. Chapter 4 Xavier Baldwin 5. Chapter 5 Kristina Monroe 6. Chapter 6 Xavier Baldwin 7. Chapter 7 Kristina Monroe 8. Chapter 8 Xavier Baldwin 9. Chapter 9 Kristina Monroe 10. Chapter 10 Xavier Baldwin 11. Chapter 11 Kristina Monroe 12. Chapter 12 Xavier Baldwin 13. Chapter 13 Kristina Monroe 14. Chapter 14 Xavier Baldwin 15. Chapter 15 Kristina Monroe 16. Chapter 16 Xavier Baldwin 17. Chapter 17 Kristina Monroe 18. Chapter 18 Xavier Baldwin 19. Chapter 19 Kristina Monroe 20. Chapter 20 Xavier Baldwin 21. Chapter 21 Kristina Monroe 22. Chapter 22 Xavier Baldwin 23. Chapter 23 Kristina Monroe Also by Summer Ambrose Acknowledgments About the Author CHAPTER 1 KRISTINA MONROE Today was similar to any other Thursday at KRYS Channel 45 TV, one of the three major television stations that services Coral Springs, Florida, until I overheard my boss talking with his wife. “I can’t tell them yet.” His voice lowered, but I could tell he was frustrated. Mr. Aaron Ballenger was the general manager of KRYS TV. He had been in the position for the last five years, but he’d been working for the studio for twenty-five years. “Well, they’re gonna find out soon enough; I can’t believe you fucked this up. You should’ve insisted on a buyout clause when you signed the last contract.” “It’s too late now. It sounds like everything is going through. My connection in the FCC office has confirmed that the acquisition is approved.” I gasped but quickly used my left hand to cover my mouth; I must have been too loud because I heard Mr. Ballenger tell his wife he had to go and abruptly hung the phone up. I quickly switched lines and pretended I was talking with the receptionist at the front desk. “No, I am sure she didn’t know her pants got ripped.” I laughed out loud and quickly acted startled when Mr. Ballenger walked out of his office. He stood five-seven and was plump; his bald spot telegraphed his age, and his small, beady eyes made his face weirdly unattractive. “Margo, I have to run. Mr. Ballenger just walked in.” I quickly hung up and acted ashamed that I got caught gossiping. “Mr. Ballenger, here are the contracts Patrick dropped off. He needs them back today. He included the advertisement schedule for next week.” I could tell that didn’t quite convince him, but he didn’t know how the phones worked, so he had no way of checking. I jumped up from my chair and handed him the stack of files. His round face was sweaty, and his breath labored. He took the files and returned to his office. As he walked away, I could not help but notice the smell of cigarettes. He only smoked when he was stressed. I watched as he closed the door behind him. I sat back at my desk and reached for the phone to call Mark; he had to be back from the daily producer meeting. Shit, no answer. I went for my cellphone and sent him a text: Me: Hey, where are you? Mark: Still in this meeting. Jerry went rogue again. Jerry Heinz was the station’s program director and was known for his eccentric lineup. A few years ago, his segment went viral when he coordinated back-to-back clips of anchors reporting on Hurricane Irma. All the clips had footage of rising water and devastating winds, but the most memorable footage was of a daring car rescue. An older woman was stuck in her car when she tried to drive through three feet of rising water. She was on the verge of getting swept away by the current when a few brave citizens formed a chain, braved the rising waters, and successfully got her out of the car. The clip ended when the vehicle was washed away by the powerful current. Since then, Jerry has been trying to top that segment by conjuring up elaborate elements to add to his features. Me: What?! Shit, I missed it. Mark: Yeah, I keep telling you to stop eavesdropping on Ballenger’s calls and come with me to these meetings. Me: I think you will be glad I stayed back today. I heard something that will turn this place upside down. Let me know when you can step out for coffee. Mark: Oh shit! That good?! Me: Yessssss! I went back to scheduling Mr. Ballenger’s meeting with Jamie Frank, the office manager, for some new equipment tomorrow and making a reservation for lunch later this afternoon with Jill Potter, the operations manager. My cellphone rang, and I initially thought it was Mark but saw it was my twin sister Christiana calling. I swear this girl had no respect for my time. We are identical twins, but we couldn’t be more different. Christiana just wants a man to take care of her. I wanted more. I graduated from the University of Miami with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in drawing and painting. Working at the TV station was me doing what I had to do until my pieces got picked up by a gallery. My parents think my dreams are unrealistic, but I am doing great compared to my sister, who lives on social media and makes a living as an influencer. “Hey, I am at work, can’t talk long. What’s up?” I was sure whatever she was calling