An Heir At Any Price: The Billionaire's Obsession - Contemporary Romance by Forbidden Fruit Press

got
to the hospital for them to get Mom and her things ready. We
finally headed out to Scarsdale around eleven-thirty. She
complained the entire way and I was trapped on the train with
her.
     
    “Holly, I want to go home. I want to
be in my own house in my own bed…”
     
    “We’ve already had this conversation,
Mother. If you leave this facility before you’re deemed ready to go
by the staff, that’s it for us, do you understand me? If this is
how you choose to live your life, I can’t stop you. It is not how I
choose to live mine, and I can make the choice to not live it that
way.”
     
    My mother didn’t have anything to say
to all of that, but she didn’t refuse again, but even if she did,
she’d have to wait now and get on the train back to midtown when we
got to Scarsdale.
     
    We got to the train station and she
still hadn’t said a word, so we got a cab to the rehab facility and
she sat silently on that ride too. She thought she was punishing
me, but I definitely preferred it to the incessant whining. She
refused to speak to the admissions worker as well, so I answered
all of the questions. She did sign the paperwork which I was
thankful for. When I got ready to leave I said, “I’m sorry that
you’re angry with me, but I’m only doing this because I love
you.”

She wouldn’t even look at me. I kissed her cold cheek and told her
to call me if she needed anything. She stared straight ahead with
no response. I left with tears in my eyes and allowed myself to cry
all the way home. Then once I got there, I told myself that was it,
there was nothing left to cry over, she was on her way to being
well, and I was on my way to financial freedom, at last.
     

 
     
    AIDEN
     
     
    I got home from the office late the
second day that Holly was living with me to find multiple boxes of
Chinese food, enough to feed an entire family sitting on the dining
room table with a note that said:
     
    “I hope you had a nice
day. I didn’t know what you liked so I ordered a variety. Sleep
well, Holly.”
     
    I smiled, because it was sweet, but I
also had to grimace. Was I making a mistake with this naïve young
lady? She’s only been here two days and it already seems as if
she’s treating this as some kind of domestic partnership. Were my
intentions so incredibly selfish that I failed to consider the
emotional ramifications that this would have on her? I understood
clearly that this was a business deal, and she said that she did,
but did she really? A lot of women would be happy to do this for a
large sum of cash and walk away. Holly didn’t seem like that type
and ironically that was one of the reasons I picked her. I liked
that although she seemed to be struggling and I knew she was taking
care of her alcoholic mother, she didn’t seem overly attached to
the money or the luxury that she suddenly found herself surrounded
by. She still refused to let the driver run her around town and
instead took a cab everywhere she went. She cooked and she cleaned
up her mess. She made her own bed. To me, those were astounding
qualities in a woman who was suddenly and completely relieved of
the responsibility of doing any of that.
     
    I can tell when we’re having sex that
to her it is more than just the act of conception. She looks at me
with real emotion in her eyes and sometimes my guilt runs so deep
that I can’t look back. The sex is phenomenal, the best that I’ve
ever had…and I’ve had more than a few. Afterwards, she always
snuggles into me, and damn it feels good but I wait for her to go
to sleep and then I go back to my own room. Spending all of our
nights together would add to her confusion. I don’t want to lead
her on, that’s why I’d put everything into the contract and made
sure that she understood all of it before we agreed to any of
this.
     
    I went down the hall to her room. The
door was left open a crack so I peeked inside. I could see her in
the moonlight and the lights of the city coming in