Contract with the Billionaire: The Billionaires Club, page 1
Contract
with
the
Billionaire
By RENEA PORTER
Copyright © 2024 Renea Porter
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
EPILOGUE
Chapter One
BRIELLE
“Jameson, this is Brielle Delaney.”
“Is this the pit bull you said you were bringing in?” Jameson asked his mother, the one who hired me.
“Excuse you,” I said, offended.
“Cute,” he offered in a sarcastic tone and a crooked grin as he stalked off as if I didn’t exist.
What the hell? “Excuse me,” I said politely to his mother, then followed him wherever he was walking to and got my position in front of him as I walked backward. But he finally stopped.
“Do you have little dick syndrome? Is this what this is? Because your ego is through the roof.”
He showed off a slight grin. “You want to see my dick?”
I scrunched my face. “Ew. No, I don’t want to see your dick.” He continued walking, and I walked next to him. He’s six-foot-two compared to my five-foot-five, where I actually had to look up at him.
We entered an office, he sat in a big comfy chair, and I planted my butt on his desk and crossed my legs.
“Can I help you?” he asked, not even looking my way.
“You can actually. You can email me what your day-to-day looks like. I mean, I have an idea from your mother, but I would like you to email me.”
“Noted.”
With this guy, I know full well I will have my hands full. I hold my hand out to him, “I need the keys to your place.”
“Excuse you?” He lifted his eyebrows at me.
I laughed. “Oh, did your mother not mention this? You will eat, live, and breathe when I say to. You won’t be able to shit without me knowing about it. Now keys.”
“It’s a keyless entry. The numbers are 5487.”
“Original.”
“What?”
“Pffft. Your birthdate.” I stood and then bent down to whisper in his ear. “I do my homework on my clients.” Then I turned on my heels and left.
Outside, I called my bestie Kali, who is my boss and my best friend.
“Hey. How’s it going with Titan?” she immediately asked.
“Well, he’s definitely going to be a challenge. And you know I love a good challenge.”
“Is he as hot in person as he is in the photos online?”
“Hotter. He’s so tall.” Sigh. “It’s the dark brown hair and that beard and mustache thing that gets me. Yeah, he’s hot.”
An image of drowning his beard and mustache flashed in my brain. Oh god. This needs to be straight professional and I wasn’t sure if that was going to be possible.
“Are you still there, Bri?”
“I’m here, sorry, lost in thought.”
“Well, I was saying if anyone can whip someone into shape, it’s you. You’re the best of the best.”
“Thanks. Well, I gotta go. I’ll check in, in a couple of days.”
“Okay. Talk later.”
“Later.”
Not to toot my own horn, but Kali was right. I only handled high profile people because I knew how they worked, and I’ve worked my ass off to get to this point. And I can pick and choose who I want to work with.
And Jameson Titan was no exception. Known for being a playboy, never seen with the same woman twice, does whatever the hell he wants, and has countless drunken nights. Oh, did I mention he’s a billionaire? He helps his mother run Titan Enterprises if you can even call it that.
He got his money from his father, who was the CEO, and he passed away three years ago. Now his mother is acting as CEO, but she wishes her son was responsible enough to run it, so she can step down. She refuses to let the business be run into the ground.
Shaking my head from my thoughts, I made a stop at the store to get some supplies I would need, which included lots of wine. Jameson had no clue what he was in for. His mother requested me to move in with him, and she’s paying a lot of money for me to do my job, however, it was never about the money, it was about accomplishing the challenge. I am no stranger to people like Jameson. Even at thirty-two, he acted like a spoiled brat.
When I approached the building, I held the bag of groceries in one hand and had luggage in another and looked up at how high it was. I never understood why people lived in high-rise -buildings. What happens in case of a fire? Or an earthquake? I shuddered at the thought.
Stepping inside, I found the elevator and pressed the button for the forty-second floor. When the elevator halted, and the doors opened, his place was easy to find. I pressed the numbers he gave me earlier, and the door clicked open.
I spotted his suite, which probably took up half the space, if I had to guess.
My eyes scanned the space, and it was humungous. Typical. I rolled my eyes. Typical. Immediately entering, I could see the kitchen space, there were bar stools on the one side of the island, and then right across the kitchen was the living space, there was no separation of the two spaces.
I heard feet pitter-pattering on the hardwood floor, and he came into view from around the corner. I halted. He was drying his hair with a towel, and he looked at me with no expression. The man was bare-chested and wore gray sweatpants. His abs were very well-defined, and I had to swallow a hard lump. Mother fucker. His chest hair clung to his chest as water droplets flowed down his skin.
Even thinking such thoughts, I’d never crossed that line in all the time I have done this professionally. But there was a first time for everything.
Pulling my eyes away from him, I plopped the bag of groceries on the counter.
“Welcome,” he finally said, acknowledging me.
He made a drink for himself and didn’t offer me any. I reached for the wine and searched the cupboards for a glass.
“Help yourself,” he said.
“Thank you. I will.” I was being sarcastic, of course. He was going to ruffle my feathers in all the ways possible.
He sat on a stool while I stood opposite of him, drinking my wine.
“I’ve never lived with a woman before.”
“I know.”
“Oh, right. You know everything about me.”
“I do. And all this…” I motioned the space of the room with my glass. “Your fancy apartment, tailor-made suits, and expensive cars, they could all vanish in a second. Then what will you do?” I gripped the edge of the counter with both hands and asserted my position.
“I’ll admit, I like your spunk. So, the contract you have with my mother…we can both agree it’s technically with me. And I’ll entertain this little project of yours. That’ll be fun to see, being as I don’t give a fuck about Titan Enterprises. It could burn to the ground, and I wouldn’t flinch. And I am only agreeing to this because I have respect for my mother. How long are you doing this for?”
“As long as I need to. My average is about three months.”
He extended his hand out. “Deal.”
I shook his strong hand. “Deal.”
“Don’t get too comfortable on that high horse of yours,” he told me.
And with that, he stalked off as he drank the last drop of his drink. I unloaded the rest of the groceries and put them away where I figured they went. And I made a mental note to stock up on more wine. I was going to need it.
Chapter Two
JAMESON
I slammed the door to my office. Who did Brielle think she was? She had no clue about how I lived. In such a short time, the woman had gotten under my skin, like no one had ever done.
I slumped in my office chair and opened my laptop. What was her last name again? I had to think for a moment. Delaney.
Brielle Delaney graduated from Penn State University with a degree in Public Relations with a minor in Business. She has been with Slice and D ice PR Firm for ten years. If she started when she was twenty, that would put her age at thirty years old. I continued reading her bio on the website. She is the most sought-after public relations manager among our high-profile clientele. She is known for her ruthless tactics, her work ethic, and her one-on-one approach, and is always up for a challenge. “Ruthless tactics?” I was stuck on that word. What exactly was I in for?
I continued reading. In 2015, she was recognized by Tech Now as a Top Power Women in Tech. In 2017 and 2022 she was recognized as one of the Top 100 Tech Titans by New Magazine.
By the sounds of it, the woman must know her stuff. And there was no way of getting out of this. A deal is a deal. Closing my laptop, I walked by the living room and spotted my sliding glass doors open. Brielle was on the balcony as she drank wine.
“This is my favorite part of this place. You can see all of the city in the daytime. But at night, like this, I like looking at the city lights.”
She nodded without meeting my gaze. “It is a gorgeous view. Have you thought about anything I said earlier?”
“No. I was too busy reading your bio on the PR’s website. Sounds like you know your shit.”
“I do.” She turned her body to face me. “Which is why I am here. Titan Enterprises is your legacy. And your mother will write you out of her will if you don’t straighten up.”
I was in no mood to talk about Titan Enterprises. “Would you like me to show you your room?” I asked.
“Sure. I was beginning to think I would have to sleep on the couch,” she said with a smile.
“Come on.” We began to walk around the kitchen and down the hall. Mine was at the end, where when I opened my door, I had a full view of the hall and the rooms. Before we got to mine, I stopped. “Yours is here.” I pointed. We would share one wall between us because when she opened her door from inside, she only faced the hall wall.
I pushed the door open and motioned for her to go in first. The room was big, it had a king-size bed, a long dresser, a big screen TV on the wall, as well as a bookshelf and a comfy chair.
“I’ll let you get settled in.”
I stepped back and closed the door. Inside my room, I got in the shower letting the water cascade over my body, trying to ease the tension in my muscles. Brielle’s words kept ringing in my head, ‘Titan Enterprises is your legacy’. And as much as I respected my mother for keeping my dad’s vision alive. I didn’t want that life for myself, I fought against every chance I got. I never had much of a childhood because it was always about the business. My childhood consisted of nannies or Au Pairs taking care of me when I was younger because my parents couldn’t be bothered with me. And forget about any other family members, there weren’t any because the second anyone questioned their business dealings the member was cut out. That leads me to believe there have been some shady dealings, maybe with the mafia or whoever had the money to help them get the business up and running.
I stepped out of the shower, dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans, pulled on a white long sleeve Henley shirt and added a suit jacket over top.
After I put myself together, I snuck past Brielle’s room and the door was slightly cracked. I couldn’t help but peak inside. She was undressing, I only say her backside as she slipped into a short silky night gown. I had to force myself to keep walking.
Standing outside the building, I dug for my car keys and headed to the garage. Night life in New York never stopped.
Most of my life, as far back as I can remember we lived in this big mansion, my mother still lives in that big house with no one else but her and the staff. And I remember quite well the staff keeping an eye on me when a nanny or an Au Pair wasn’t available. That was until I got old enough to fend for myself. By the time I was sixteen, my parents insisted on me going to school and then working at the family business. I was more like an errand boy at first. So hanging out with friends was out of question. I couldn’t even play my favorite sport, baseball.
Weekends were spent going to charity functions or galas with my parents. And I was never in short supply of women who would hook up with me. It should have been illegal but grown ass women would sleep with a sixteen-, seventeen-, or eighteen-year-old. I looked forward to those functions. It was easy to sleep with whoever I wanted and they weren’t needy or clingy afterward. It was how I liked it. No emotions or thoughts about it. It was more self-deprecating than anything. And to top it all off, there was no one I could confide in about my feelings. I had to bottle them up inside and look it away in a secret compartment in my head. Now it comes second nature to act this way, since I’ve done it literally all my life.
If I was honest, I didn’t give a shit about how much money I had. That could all burn right along with Titan Enterprises. I’d be fine. I always was. I was even in some sort of New York magazine as New York City’s most eligible bachelor, which pissed me off, but I brought it on myself with the partying, and the women, there was no shortage. Most people never knew who I truly was. Yes, I partied and took women back to my place, but mostly you’ll find me here.
I parked out back and went through the back door. This was mine, and my own family didn’t even know about it.
It was a bar on one side, and batting cages on the other. The bar was dimly lit, and the bartender greeted me with a nod and immediately slid a drink down the bar for me. I greeted him with the same gesture but motioned for the bottle as he slid it to me, and I headed to the batting cages.
This was no trashy bar. Most businessmen came here to unwind from their stressful day. And I was certain no one knew I was the owner besides the employees. Word never got back to my mother. Brews & Bats was mine. My sacred place where I could relax and let out all my frustrations.
If I could light the match to burn down Titan Enterprises, I would.
“Look who it is,” my buddy Damien said as he greeted me with a handshake and a hug. “It’s been a minute.” He was far too cheerful for me, but somehow, we became friends five or six years ago through another mutual friend.
“It has been a minute. How have you been?” I asked.
“Good. Closed another deal and taking names. You know. You?”
“Ah. Pretty much the same.”
“Well, are we gonna hit some balls or what?” he asks
“Yeah, that’s why I am here.”
I took a swig straight from the bottle and got in position.
Chapter Three
BRIELLE
“CRASH!”
What in God’s name? I sat straight up in bed and lifted my sleep mask. Putting my feet in my fuzzy slippers, I peeked out of the bedroom door because I didn’t know what was going on.
When I looked down the hall, I saw Jameson barely making it through the door and he was on the floor, passed out.
“Good God.”
I rushed over to him and called his name. “Jameson! Wake up!” I slapped his face, and he looked up and grinned. A grin I never saw until now. I straightened my body up and told him, “Get up.”
Instead, he reached up, and his finger touched the trim of my nightgown. “What’s under here?” His words were slurred, and I could smell the alcohol on him. He reeked.
I swatted his hand away. “Jameson! Stop it. Can you walk?”
He passed out again. So I did what I do best. Made sure the door was locked securely, grabbed both of his arms, and tried to pull him back to his room. The man must be made of solid brick because I was barely making any progress. My slippers slipped out beneath me causing me to fall back, right on my bare ass.
“God damn it, Jameson.”
There was no way I was gonna deal with this on a nightly basis. I needed a full eight hours of sleep; anything less caused me to be a bitch. But I wasn’t gonna give up. Instead, I stood, straightened myself and tried to get a better grip on the hardwood floor, and continued pulling him, I was halfway there.
By the time we made it into his room, I was out of breath, and my heart was pounding fast. Granted, I was a runner on a daily basis, but I didn’t lift weights. I adjusted Jameson onto a rug in his room, pulled his suit jacket off, and removed his shoes. I wasn’t going to go any farther than that.
In his bathroom, I searched for headache medication, and when I found it, I put it on the counter, along with a glass of water from the kitchen. I left his bathroom light on in case he moved to the bed sometime and closed the door behind me.
