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Love, Lust & A Millionaire
Sandi Lynn
Love, Lust & A Millionaire
Copyright © 2015 Sandi Lynn
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author'southward imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Photography by Sara Eirew @Sarah Eirew Photography
Models: Manuel Magnan & Joanna Skrzypczak Ardila
Editing by B.Z. Hercules
Tabular array of Contents
BOOKS Past SANDI LYNN
Chapter one
Chapter ii
Affiliate three
Affiliate four
Affiliate 5
Chapter 6
Affiliate 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter eleven
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter fourteen
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter twenty
Affiliate 21
Chapter 22
Affiliate 23
Affiliate 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Affiliate 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Affiliate 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Affiliate 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Affiliate 37
Affiliate 38
Chapter 39
Virtually The Author
Playlist
BOOKS Past SANDI LYNN
The Forever Series:
Forever Blackness, Forever You, Forever Us, Being Julia
A Forever Christmas, Collin
A Millionaire's Beloved Series:
Lie Next To Me, When I Lie With You lot
Dear Series:
Love In Betwixt, The Upside of Dearest
Stand up Alones:
His Proposed Deal
A Beloved Called Simon
She Writes Love
Then You Happened
Remembering You (A Novella)
Chapter 1
"Delilah, wake up! Y'all're going to be late for work over again."
I opened my eyes. Jenny, my roommate, was staring down at me. "Recall what Frank said? He said he'd fire you if you were late over again!"
"Shit." I grabbed my telephone from the coffee table. It was 8-xxx. Double shit. "Why didn't you wake me earlier?" I jumped up from the couch.
"I did and y'all said you were getting upwardly. I just got back from my run."
I ran into the bathroom, dabbed some toothpaste on my toothbrush, and vigorously brushed my teeth as I ran to my sleeping room, picking up yesterday's jeans off the floor, throwing them on, and grabbing the ruby t-shirt that displayed "Frank's Diner" across my breast. After spitting in the sink and rinsing my oral cavity, I ran a brush through my long, dark-brown hair and threw it up in a ponytail. Tossing my makeup in my purse, I grabbed it and flew out the door. I had exactly ten minutes to go to work. I shouldn't accept been out so late last night, but it couldn't be helped. I had this perfectly timed. If I ran to piece of work, I would make information technology there at exactly viii fifty-five. Five minutes early and Frank couldn't say a give-and-take to me. Five minutes to put my makeup on in the bathroom. I was notorious for being late and was put on warning more times than I could count. If I could quit, I would. But I needed this chore.
As I ran past Freddie'southward fruit stand, Freddie yelled, "Running late once again, Delilah."
"Similar always, Freddie." I smiled.
I looked at my watch every bit I opened the door to the diner. Yes! It was eight 50-five.
"We're busy, Delilah. Go moving," Frank said in a harsh vocalism.
"I have v minutes until my shift starts," I said equally I flew past him and into the bathroom.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I swept a champagne-colored shadow over my blue eyes and brushed my lashes with mascara. After sweeping a pinkish color across my cheeks, I dabbed my lips with some pink petal lip gloss. It was nine o'clock and I heard Frank yelling my proper name.
"Good lord, Frank. I'yard right here," I said as I put on my apron and grabbed my order pad.
The morn rush finally ended and information technology was time to prepare for the lunch crowd.
"Delilah, I need to talk to yous in the back, now!"
I rolled my eyes. "What is information technology, Frank?"
"Y'all're spending too much time talking to the customers. They aren't hither to chat up. They're here to eat. So take their order and move on. We need to get these people in and out as fast as we tin can. Time is money, Delilah, and I won't tell yous once again."
"Fine, Frank. I won't talk to the customers."
The luncheon crowd was starting to stagger in and, once once again, the race was on.
"Is Frank giving you a hard time again?" Daphne, the other waitress asked.
"When isn't he?" I smiled as I walked over to table number five and took their order.
The bells that hung above the diner door chimed, and when I happened to expect over, a man in a adjust – a very handsome human being in a adapt – walked in with a piffling girl. I walked to the kitchen and placed the order ticket on the ticket rack. When I turned around, I noticed they were sitting in my section.
"Hi, can I get you 2 something to potable while y'all expect over the bill of fare?"
His blue eyes looked at me. "I'll have coffee and she'll take milk."
"I want juice, Daddy."
"Correction. She'll have juice." He smiled.
I poured him some coffee and set the cup of juice with a lid on it and a straw down in forepart of the little girl. She was really beautiful with her long, blonde hair that sported lite waves and her big green eyes.
"Are y'all ready to order?" I asked as I took my gild pad from my apron pocket.
"I'll have a garden salad with Italian dressing and a cup of chicken noodle soup and she'll have the grilled cheese."
"Would y'all like French fries with that, sweetie?" I smiled at her.
"Yep, please."
"Ane salad, soup, and grilled cheese coming right up."
I placed the ticket up on the counter and attended to my other tables.
"That guy with the kid is fucking hot," Daphne said every bit she walked by.
"I know. I can't stop staring at him. I don't think I've always seen a homo so perfect."
"At that place'southward zip sexier than a hot and sexy man with a kid." She smiled.
And he was sexy. He stood a little over half dozen feet tall, had light brown pilus that was perfectly styled curt all the manner effectually, and amazing sea-blue eyes. His concrete jawline and chiseled cheekbones divers him as godlike. While I was in my daydream, Frank rang the bell, alerting me that an order was up and ready. I walked over and put the food on a tray and took it over to his table.
"Here you become. I salad with Italian dressing and a cup of craven noodle soup. And ane grilled cheese with French fries for the piddling lady."
She giggled. "What's your name?" she asked.
"My proper noun is Delilah. What's yours?"
"Sophie." She picked up a fry and took a bite.
"It's prissy to see you, Sophie."
I looked over at her dad
and he was staring at me. "Delilah is a pretty name."
"Thanks." I smiled equally I took my fluttering heart and walked away.
The diner was getting more crowded by the infinitesimal. After attention to another tables, I walked back to the table where Sophie and her dad were sitting when she knocked over his loving cup of coffee.
"I'm pitiful, Daddy." I heard her start to cry.
"Information technology's okay, Sophie. It was an blow."
I ran to get a towel and, when I came back, Sophie was crying and throwing a flake of a atmosphere tantrum. I wiped up the coffee every bit he wiped his pants with the napkin.
"It's okay, Sophie. It was an accident," I said to soothe her. Merely information technology didn't piece of work.
"Sweetheart, please terminate. Information technology'due south okay." People around the diner were staring.
I sat down next to Sophie and began to sing. "The itsy bitsy spider walked up the water spout. Downwards came the rain and done the spider out." She joined me. "Upward came the lord's day and dried up all the rain, and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout once again." I ran my fingers up her arm and she giggled.
"Delilah! What did I tell you about the customers?"
"Frank, I was simply calming her downward. She's a kid, for God's sake."
"I'm done talking to you. That was the final straw. Y'all're fired."
Every bit I sat at that place and stared at that heartless son of a bitch, anger rose up inside me. I stood upwards from the booth, took off my apron, and threw information technology at him. "You can't fire me considering I quit!" I went to the back, grabbed my purse, and stormed out of the diner. As I was walking downward the street, I heard someone phone call my name.
"Delilah."
I stopped and turned around to see Sophie and her dad walking towards me.
"I'm really lamentable about your task."
"Nah, don't exist. Frank's an as—" I looked at Sophie. "Frank's non a nice human."
"Will you sing to me again?" Sophie asked as she looked upwards at me.
"Of course I will." I smiled as I aptitude down in front of her. I cleared my pharynx. "You lot are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Y'all make me happy when skies are greyness. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
"You sing pretty. Doesn't she, Daddy?"
"Yep, Sophie. She has beautiful vox."
"Cheers." I smiled.
Afterwards staring at me for a few moments, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a white card. "My name is Oliver Wyatt of Wyatt Enterprises. Can you stop past my office effectually four o'clock? I would like to talk to you nearly something." He handed me his business bill of fare. "The address is on the back."
Okay, this was foreign. Why would he want to talk to me?
"Sure, but may I ask what you want to talk to me well-nigh?"
"You'll find out when you come to my office. I'll see you lot at four o'clock, Miss—"
"Graham. Delilah Graham."
He nodded his head as the corners of his mouth curved upward and the two of them turned and walked the other way down the street. Sophie turned her head and gave me a small wave and smile.
Affiliate ii
When I walked into my apartment, I constitute Jenny and her swain, Stephen, fucking on the couch.
"What are you doing dwelling?" she asked as she sabbatum up and peeked at me from over the couch.
"I quit the diner. Well, Frank fired me first."
She pulled upwardly her underwear and threw her shirt back on. Stephen pulled up his pants and looked at me.
"Bummer, Delilah."
I walked into my room and threw myself on the bed. Jenny lay down next to me and we both stared up at the ceiling.
"Why did he burn you lot?"
"For singing to a child who spilled coffee and was crying."
"Bastard."
"I know."
"Hey, Jenny. I gotta go, babe. I'll see you lot later. Sorry about your chore, Delilah."
"Cheers, Stephen. Sorry to interrupt your sex session." I smiled as I looked over at Jenny.
"It'south fine. He was taking besides long to come anyway." She grabbed my hand. "What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. The weird thing is that the child'due south male parent is Oliver Wyatt. He gave me his business menu and asked me to stop by his office at four o'clock because he wants to talk to me virtually something."
"The Oliver Wyatt?"
"I guess. Is there more than ane?"
"Non in New York. I've heard stories. When you lot get a chance, google him. I have to get set up and head downwards to the fruit marketplace. The oranges must be restocked." She smiled every bit she got up and went to her room.
I saturday upwardly, opened up my laptop and googled Oliver Wyatt. God, was he hot. I was feeling things twitching downward beneath that I never felt earlier simply by looking at someone. I clicked on images and a bazillion pictures came up with him and different women. But the nigh contempo pics were of him and some blonde Barbie-looking girl. I of the captions read: "Oliver Wyatt attends 'Dwelling house for Hope' event with girlfriend, Laurel Madison." All the women he was photographed with were gorgeous and filled with Botox.
I pulled out his business card from my bag and looked at the address. His building was on Due west 43rd Street. I looked at my phone. It was three 15. Information technology would take about fifteen minutes to go there past cab, merely at this time of the solar day, it might take longer. I went to my closet and pulled out my black cotton sundress.
"This will have to do," I said to myself. I didn't desire to become to his function in jeans.
Afterwards irresolute, I pulled my pilus from the ponytail and ran my fingers through it while I lightly sprayed information technology, giving information technology a bit of book. I freshened up my makeup and slipped my feet into my low-heeled strappy sandals. Hailing a cab, I climbed in the dorsum and told the driver to take me to West 43rd Street.
Nerves settled within of me as I stood in forepart of the tall, glass building. As I walked through the large revolving door, I had to pass through security first earlier budgeted the big, curved wooden desk-bound that sat in front end of a massive wall fountain.
"How may I help you?" the pretty blonde with her hair up in a tight bun asked.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Wyatt at four o'clock."
"Your name, delight," she asked equally she picked upward the phone.
"Delilah Graham."
"There's a Delilah Graham here to see Mr. Wyatt. Engagement is for four o'clock."
She looked at me with her hazel-colored eyes. "Mr. Wyatt is ready to run across you now. Only take the elevator to the correct up to the twenty-2d floor."
"Cheers." I politely smiled equally I walked away.
Before I approached the elevator, the doors opened and I stepped inside. My tum was in knots and I wasn't certain why. I was never nervous around people, merely there was something about Oliver Wyatt that made me uneasy. Maybe information technology was his hotter than hell looks or maybe it was the way he seemed confident, decision-making, and well poised. The doors opened and, as I stepped out, a woman with long black hair and shockingly carmine plump lips smiled at me.
"You must be Miss Graham." She got up from her seat and led me over to the oversized, night stained wooden doors. She placed her hand on the lever and opened it, announcing my arrival. Oliver was sitting at his large, curved desk, which sat in front of a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Miss Graham, give thanks you lot for coming. Delight have a seat," he said without so much as cracking a smiling.
I took a seat in the leather chair that sat across from his desk-bound as he sat down in his executive chair. I was nothing only a package of nerves every bit I gave him a small smile.
"I asked you hither considering I would like to know if you take any feel with children."
"Huh?" I asked in confusion.
He narrowed his optics. "Do y'all take any teaching in child care, Miss Graham?"
"If y'all consider raising my iii siblings an pedagogy in kid care, then yes. As for formal education, no."
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sp; He cocked his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Delight elaborate on that."
"Mr. Wyatt. Is this some sort of interview?"
"I guess you can call it that. Look, I need to find someone to take intendance of my girl."
"You mean a nanny?"
"Aye."
"They have nanny services throughout New York you can call."
"Yes, Miss Graham," he said in irritation. "I know that then far none of them have worked out very well. My daughter has some issues. She lost her female parent recently and is having a hard time dealing with information technology. She tin be a handful and the nannies that I've hired, she's driven to quit."
I raised my eyebrow. "And how onetime is Sophie? She can't be older than v."
"She is five and she has listen of her ain."
I laughed. "Well-nigh girls do correct from birth."
He didn't find that funny equally he shot me a stern look. "Today at the diner, I saw something in the way she looked at you lot that I haven't seen with the other nannies. She seemed to like you and trust yous, which I found comforting for her. I won't lie to y'all, Miss Graham. I did a background check on y'all. I know well-nigh you losing your mother at the age of 18 and you becoming the legal guardian of your two brothers and sister back in Chicago."
"Wow. Okay. I approximate you're a man who's in a position to find out anything about a person."
"Yes, I am, and I get the impression yous are in desperate demand of a task."
He was right. I was desperate and if he was offering me a task, I wasn't nigh to lie to him.
"I'd been taking care of Braden, Colette, and Tanner since I was a little girl. My mom was an alcoholic and she couldn't hold down a job. She drank all night and slept all twenty-four hours, leaving me to take care of the others considering I was the oldest. So to fully answer your question, I have a great deal of child care feel."
"What about your father?" he asked.
God, this was embarrassing to tell someone like him. I took in a deep breath before answering his personally invasive question.
"The 4 of u.s. had unlike fathers and my mom couldn't tell you lot who each of our fathers were."
"I see," he said as he raised his eyebrow. "How long have you lived in New York and why did you leave Chicago?"
"I moved here a year ago. My siblings are at various colleges now and I wanted to leave of Chicago. New York is the center of the universe as far as I'm concerned and an ever irresolute identify to live. Plus my roommate already lived here, then I didn't have to worry about a place to stay."
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