Her Billionaire Boss (Her Billionaire #3) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors: Series: Her Billionaire Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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“Caring about people and their problems will,” I said, because it was the truth.

“You can pay for your friends’ weddings. You can buy them houses. You can do whatever you want for the people you love, but you still have so much left over...there’s no reason to not do something good with it.” She was almost pleading with me, and the hope in her eyes twisted a knife in my heart.

Charlotte wasn’t with me for money or the lifestyle she could have with me.

She was with me in spite of all that.

“This is embarrassing,” I admitted.

“Why is it embarrassing?” she demanded. “Tell me what’s so embarrassing about a profound realization? Look, I got caught up in all of this, too. I love putting on expensive clothes and going to work at a glamorous job.”

I hadn’t ever thought of working in my office as glamorous.

“But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t looked at the price tag on a dress and thought to myself, wow, this is someone’s grocery bill for a year,” she continued.

“So, what you’re saying is, I should... give all my money away?” That made my throat constrict a little.

“You were ready to give it up for me,” she said softly. “What makes me so different than anyone else out there?”

So much, I wanted to say, but I knew that wasn’t the answer. The difference was that I was willing to give up my entire fortune to be with Charlotte because she made me happy. It was a romantic, poetic action, but selfish; we both knew that.

“And let’s be honest.” She fixed me with a withering expression. “There’s no way you’re going to be able to give away all of your money. In the time it would take to write the checks, you’d have already racked up a fortune in interest.”

“So... what do you suggest I do? What need do you think I can fulfill right now for someone, today? This is a genuine question here. I’m not trying to stump you to prove that I shouldn’t have to do anything philanthropic,” I clarified.

“I would never think that about you.” Her expression turned instantly sympathetic, her gorgeous eyes going all soft and round, her petal-pink lips parting in a moment of what I read as hurt. “It should be something that matters to you. You’ve been epileptic since you were a kid. I bet you spent a lot of time going to the doctor and hospitals, getting tests? What would have happened if your parents couldn’t have afforded that?”

I’d never considered that before.

“Plus, you had a lot of surgery and hospital time recently.” She gestured to my leg. “If that had happened to me, when I was living in my parents’ guest house? I would have been sunk. It would have been cheaper to buy a chainsaw and—”

I cringed as she mimed cutting off her leg.

“All right. How about this? I’ll call a hospital, ask for their billing department, whip out my credit card and pay every single outstanding, uninsured bill they have.” I grabbed my phone.

Her eyebrows went higher than I’d ever seen them go. “You’re doing it right now?”

“Mmhmm.” I typed hospitals new york into the search bar.

“It might not be as simple as you’re making it sound,” she warned.

“Pff. How complicated could paying a medical bill possibly be?”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

(Charlotte)

Matt’s noble plan of calling up a hospital and canceling medical debt was shockingly more complicated than ordering a pizza. He agreed to table the idea until we could get back to the city.

We met back up with our hosts on the patio; Neil sat in an armchair of his own while El-Mudad and Sophie snuggled on a double chaise.

“We were discussing our options for the evening,” Neil said, standing as we approached. “We have some time before dinner and a few thoughts about how to fill it.”

“He’s trying to ask if you want to go see our sex playhouse and fuck around together,” Sophie said with a long-suffering eye roll. Neil shot her a glance and she shrugged. “What? There’s no easing into that.”

“Sex playhouse?” That, I had to see.

“It is stunning,” Sophie insisted.

“Of course, we could always give you a tour with no strings attached,” Neil added. “No pressure at all.”

“You don’t have to pressure me,” Matt said, and he adorably blushed and looked away.

So, my boyfriend had a little crush on one of my friend’s husbands. Maybe that should have threatened me, but it was very cute.

“Well, shall we, Charlotte?” Neil asked.

Oh fuck, did his voice ever give me little flutters in my stomach. But I looked to Matt. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Neil and Sophie and El-Mudad had hidden their secret sex house in plain sight. Kind of. It was located on their property, with a paved access road leading right to it. However, a chain-link fence and signs warning about high voltage surrounded the secluded area, and trees hid the building itself.


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