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Submit to Mr. Billionaire
An Age Gap Accidental Pregnancy Romance
Nomaya Jax
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Contents
Submit to Mr. Billionaire
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Sneak peak: Claimed by Mr. Billionaire
17. Sneak peak: Grumpy Fiancé
Thank You!
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I never thought accepting a simple job promotion would lead me into the arms of a cocky, overly possessive, irresistible billionaire.
Following a tragedy, I vowed to reinvent myself and steer clear of romantic relationships.
But from the moment I walked into Weston's office, I knew that would be a challenge.
He looked at me like he had to have me, and trying to keep things professional only made him chase me more.
I become the new office scandal after we get caught twice.
He wants to dominate me saying my body isn't enough, he wants my mind too.
A wild passionate night in Nashville changes everything between us. And when I see those two pink lines, I realized just how much my life is about to change.
1
QUINN
The bell jingles softly above the coffee shop door signaling our entrance. Me and my best friend Lily step toward the counter more than ready for a hot cup of coffee to start our day.
The barista with hair like autumn leaves and eyes as deep and brown as the coffee she brews meets my gaze. In that instant, there's a flicker of recognition in her eyes. It's as if she's read a chapter of my life that I never voiced out loud. She gives me a look of pity and offers a sympathetic smile. She offers a silent nod to the absence of my former fiancé, Leo, who once stood by my side in this very line.
I gulp down the lump forming in my throat, mustering a smile as I place my order. "A caramel frappuccino, please." The barista nods as she taps my order into the register.
Stepping back to make room for Lily, my gaze drifts across the coffee shop and lands on the corner table by the window. To anyone else, it might be just another part of the café but for me, it's where Leo and I used to sit lost in our own little world.
I drift away, the noises of the coffee shop turning into a faint background noise as I'm hit with memories.
The sunlight shines on his blonde hair through the window and his brown eyes light up as we joke about the seating arrangement for our wedding that's only six months away.
"Okay, so your Uncle Joe definitely can't sit next to my Cousin Mark," I say, trying to suppress a giggle. "Remember last Christmas?"
He laughs out. "Oh, I remember and let's not forget your Aunt Clara. She needs to be as far away from the dance floor as possible. Her tango is a safety hazard!" I can't hold the burst of laughter that explodes from me. He's spot on about that. Then, Leo reaches across the table and takes my hand. "How lucky am I to get to spend the rest of my life with you?" he says softly, lifting my hand to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"Quinn? Quinn? You good love?" Lily's voice pulls me back to reality. Her eyebrows are knit with worry.
I shake my head slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry... I just zoned out there." Both she and the barista give me a look that's full of understanding. "Your coffee," the barista says, handing me my caramel frappuccino.
"Thank you," I reply with a small smile, accepting the cup.
As Lily leads the way to find a seat, she heads towards our old table. I panic and my heart starts to race I never want to sit there again. Not without him. "Not there," I blurt out, quicker than I intended.
Lily's eyes widen as she realizes why. "You know what? It's beautiful outside. Let's sit out there," she suggests, pointing to the outdoor seating visible through the window.
"Perfect," I agree.
I glance back at our old table one last time before leaving the coffee shop. My mind races with thoughts - why didn't I trust him? He left that night, driving off in the rain, because of a fight we had. His accident... I can't shake the feeling that it was all my fault.
"So, how's work, Ms. Workaholic? You practically live there," Lily asks as we settle outside. I laugh, despite the heaviness in my heart. She's not wrong.
"Well, I need to keep going. Work helps me feel like things are normal," I tell her.
She grins, nodding. "We need a fun night out, Quinn. You need to let loose a little. Get yourself back out there." I appreciate her concern, but it's too soon. It's only been a year since the accident, and I'm nowhere near ready for that. Besides, the guilt I carry has led me to swear off relationships and men entirely. I've resigned myself to a solitary life, like a modern nun, minus the church and outfit.
I take a deep breath. "Lily, I still wear Leo's T-shirts to bed sometimes. I can't even think about being with anyone else."
Her eyes grow wide, showing she's worried. "I understand, Quinn, but are you going to bury yourself in work forever? You're going to get cobwebs down there," she jokes.
I press my lips together, feeling like I need to escape, and glance at my watch. "Speaking of work, I need to get going," I say, standing up quickly.
"Sorry if I-" she begins, but I cut her off.
"It's okay, Lily. I know you're just trying to help." She smiles and hugs me. "And don't forget, I'm your sister from another mister," she adds. She's right about that. We've been like sisters since middle school, and I can't imagine anything breaking our bond.
The drive to the office is quick. Riding the elevator up to my floor, I think about everything I need to do today. I'm alone in the elevator, so I take a moment to check my appearance. I run my fingers through my long blonde hair and search my purse for my favorite red lipstick. Red lipstick means business.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. My assistant Ruby stands up, walks over with her tablet, and gets ready to go through my schedule. "Good morning Ms. Russo," she greets me and I smile at her while stepping into my office. "What do we have today, Ruby?" I ask her.
Ruby waste no time diving into the schedule. "First, you have a 9 AM meeting with the design department to finalize the project specs," she begins, scrolling through her tablet. "Then at 11, there's a conference call with the new client from Denver."
I nod, mentally noting each appointment. "Anything after lunch?" I ask, taking off my jacket.
"Yes," Ruby continues, "At 1:30 PM, you're reviewing the proposals with the new hires, Olivia and Austin. And don't forget, you promised to drop by the marketing team today to discuss their latest campaign ideas."
"Got it," I reply, as I start organizing my desk for the busy day ahead. That's when my eyes land on the bouquet, and I let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously, again?" I complain.
She shrugs in response. "It's Curtis. He asked me to leave them on your desk."
I walk around my desk, take a seat, and pick up the bouquet. "Send them back," I instruct Ruby, handing them over. She quickly grabs them and exits.
I boot up my computer, still feeling irritated. But it's not even half a minute later when Ruby reappears, placing the flowers back on my desk. "He says he doesn't want them back, Ms. Russo."
Laughing in disbelief, I say, "Unbelievable. You know what, Ruby? I have the perfect place for them." I grab the bouquet and drop it into the trash can. "Tell him I said thank you," I add with every bit of sarcasm in my tone.
Ruby leaves, barely concealing a smirk. Every Monday morning, it's the same routine with Curtis – flowers, chocolates, donuts. It's becoming overwhelming. I've made it clear I'm not interested, but he just won't stop.
Curtis walks into my office and immediately sees the flowers in the garbage. He looks at them, then at me, his face slowly turning red.
"Oh," he starts, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Ruby mentioned you said 'thanks.' I'd thought I say you're welcome since this is the first time you've ever acknowledged my efforts to show I care about your... situation."
The word situation hangs heavy in the air between us. He's pretending to be thoughtful and twisting the narrative, using Leo's passing as a way to get to me, making it seem like his constant gifts are some sort of condolence. It's borderline harassment and he knows it.
I lock eye
He starts to say something, but I cut him off. "And don't try to gaslight me into thinking this is about sympathy or condolences. It's not."
I stand up, placing my palms flat on the desk as I lean forward leveling my gaze on him. "Here's your final warning, Curtis. Drop one more flower, chocolate, or, hell, even a goofy bobblehead that resembles your face on my desk, and you'll be having a not-so-pleasant meeting with HR. I'm dead serious."
He appears shocked and quickly nods, then hurries out of my office almost as if he's running away.
I exhale deeply and lean back in my chair. Turning back to my computer, I notice the screen has locked. Typing in my password, 'Modern-day nun,' I quickly gain access. I start navigating towards my emails, ready to dive into work, when there's a knock on my door. Looking up, I see Ruby standing there with a worried expression that sends a chill down my spine.
She clears her throat nervously. "Mr. Rick Hart would like to see you," she says.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I work for Champion Sky Investments, and the big bosses rarely make an appearance here. I've only met Mr. Blake Wolf, Rick's business partner, a couple of times. He spends most of his time in France with his wife Natalie and their three kids. Natalie, interestingly enough, is Rick's daughter and a renowned fashion designer in Paris. The story goes that there was some family drama years back, but it's all water under the bridge now. Still, Mr. Hart can be quite intimidating, and given my role, our paths don't usually cross.
Why would Mr. Hart want to see me?
Could I be getting fired because of my spat with Curtis? What if he complained about me or twisted the story? I regret not reporting his inappropriate gifts and behavior to HR earlier for a proper paper trail. At least Ruby is aware of the situation and can back me up.
I get up from my desk with my heart pounding. I'm going to march up there and tell Mr. Hart what happened. I work way too hard around here to let someone destroy my character. No one's going to put my job in jeopardy after working my tail off to earn a master's degree.
As I walk towards the elevator, my palms start to get sweaty. I press the button for the elevator and step in, feeling a sense of dread. The ride up to his office seems to take forever, each floor passing slower than the last.
Finally, the doors open, and I step out, making my way to Mr. Hart's office. His assistant sees me and immediately picks up the phone to inform him of my arrival. After a moment, his assistant nods at me, and I walk into Mr. Hart's office. To my surprise, he has a smile on his face, which slightly eases my anxiety.
"Ms. Russo, it's a pleasure to see you again," he greets me with a warm smile.
"Likewise, Mr. Hart," I reply, trying to keep my composure as I take a seat opposite him.
"I have some wonderful news for you." He pauses, watching my reaction, then adds, "A promotion."
I feel a rush of excitement, but I'm careful not to show too much eagerness. "That's... great," I manage to say, keeping my tone even.
"Yes," he continues, "one of our branch partners needs an executive assistant."
I frown, slightly confused. "With all due respect, I'm a project manager," I remind him.
"Of course, that will be part of your role there too," he clarifies. "We're actually in need of someone who can handle both responsibilities."
I nod, trying to process this information but not committing to anything just yet. "Where is this branch? I thought we were the only ones in California."
He nods. "We are. This position is in Montana."
My eyes widen in disbelief. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Yes, he's been working out of a small town in Montana for the past two years. We need someone strong, like you, to assist with projects and act as his executive assistant for six months. Think of it as an extended business trip."
The offer keeps spinning in my head. The idea of living somewhere other than California never crossed my mind. At twenty-six, I had plans to be married, maybe with a kid, living in the heart of the city. But life hasn't gone as planned. Maybe it's time to be open to new ideas, but moving to a small town feels like a big leap. Is this being too open-minded?
I clear my throat, trying to grasp the full scope of the offer. "So, what exactly does this promotion entail?"
Mr. Hart leans forward, his expression serious. "You'll get a company car and we'll cover your living expenses there plus a bonus check to cover your current living place while you're away; your salary will increase by fifty percent and if everything goes as planned we'll consider another raise upon your return."
I find myself biting my lip, lost in thought. Moving out of the apartment I shared with Leo has been on my mind for a while. I've even thought about buying a new place. My current salary is good, but not quite enough for a house. This raise could be the key. I could save and maybe buy a dream home when I return. And if there's another raise after that, affording a house will be much easier.
If things were different, I'd turn this down rescue plan without hesitation. But truthfully, a break is exactly what I need. Living alone in that apartment, with all its memories, is something I can't stand. That's the main reason I'm always working. Taking a six-month business trip might be the escape I need to start feeling like myself again.
"Ms. Russo?" Mr. Hart's voice pulls me back to reality.
I blink rapidly, clearing my head and focusing back on the moment. "I'll be happy to accept the offer."
Mr. Hart's face lights up with a pleased grin. "You're making a smart choice."
I nod, feeling a bit nervous as I stand up to shake his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Hart," I say, trying to sound confident.
Before I reach the door he adds, "We'll need you in Montana by Monday. You have one week to get your affairs in order."
Hearing this, I take a deep breath. "Consider it done."
A week isn't a lot of time, but I've always been up for a challenge.
As I walk out of his office and head towards the elevator, my mind is full of thoughts. Montana? I wonder what life is like there. Here, I'm spoiled with endless coffee spots every morning. And even though I haven't gone to a mall or restaurant in a long time, I like knowing they're close by. Will I miss the busy city with all its choices, or will I like the quiet of a new place?
I guess there's only one way to find out.
2
WESTON
I grab a cold beer from the fridge, feeling the chill of the can against my palm. I'm thinking about the game I've been waiting to watch all week. I plop down on the couch, ready to dive into some good ol' sports action.
I'm halfway to grabbing the remote when a knock echoes through my place. Who could that be? My house is out in the middle of nowhere, and people usually call first. I stand up, a bit annoyed at the interruption, and walk over to the door.
Swinging it open, I see my buddy, Greig, standing there with his usual grin but I can tell something's off. "Hey man," I greet him, slapping him on the back as he steps inside. "What brings you here? Thought you had plans tonight."
Greig just shrugs, stepping past me into the living room. "Plans changed, thought I'd come and catch the game with you. Hope I'm not crashing anything."
I chuckle and shake my head, closing the door behind him. "Nah, man, you're always welcome," I start, "So, what happened?" Greig's not the type to just pop up so I know he's got something on his mind.
"Ashley dumped me tonight. Said she needs a break," he mumbles.
I arch an eyebrow, "Seriously? Why?" I ask as I detour to the kitchen, ditching the idea of beer. This calls for whiskey. I grab two glasses and start pouring, feeling like we're in for a deep talk.
"Yeah," Greig sighs, sinking into the couch. "She said she's feeling overwhelmed and needs space to think."
I hand him a glass before taking a seat beside him. "That's rough. You guys seemed solid. Did she say what's bothering her?" He takes a sip, shaking his head. "Not really, just some stuff about needing to find herself."
Just as I'm about to say something more, Greig cuts in. "Ever since I mentioned the demotion, you know?" His eyes narrow slightly. "She told me it's no surprise you dropped me to sales. Said that's all I'm good for."
