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A sexy alpha male, billionaire romance by Shanika Levene.
This is part 0 in the Alphas From Money series.
is devastated to learn that her apartment complex has been sold and will be torn down, leaving her with less than a month to find a new place to live!
She tries to remain optimistic, and hopes that this is the push she needs to follow her dream of moving abroad.
That changes when she meets billionaire Martin Cable—the man responsible for turning her life upside down!
After giving him a piece of her mind, she ends up doing the opposite of what she had intended…
She falls head-over-heels in love with him!
But still cannot deny her wanderlust…
She’s having trouble seeing past the disruption that Martin has caused in her life.
And he is starting to stand in the way of her dreams of adventure.
Yet Martin is certain that she’s The One.
Can he convince her to stay with him instead?
Find out in this emotional yet sexy romance by Shanika Levene.
Chapter 1
“Don’t forget to invite Dr. Norden,” Sandy said.
“He won’t come,” countered, putting her breakfast dishes into the sink as she held the phone between her cheek and shoulder. The dishes clattered against the metal sink. “I mean, since he published those experiments, he hasn’t had time for social stuff.”
“I know, but he still wants to be included. You know how he is,” Sandy said.
did know. She’d gotten to know the doctor well over the last decade. He was like a brother to her, and the staff nurse Sandy was like a sister.
Sandy continued. “He’ll feel left out if we don’t at least tell him. Maybe we can get him to come this time. Just for one drink. It won’t kill him. He should celebrate all that he’s accomplished this last month. I mean… the Times! Can you believe it?”
smiled at the recollection of the article in the science section that had been published just a month earlier, about Dr. Norden’s work with a rare nervous system disorder.
“Okay, I’ll invite him,” said. “I’ll text him. Hey, did you see that I scheduled an intake for you this afternoon at two?” she asked, running water over her dishes.
She could hear Sandy shuffling papers, and knew that the nurse was already at the office, since she started the day an hour before .
“Yeah. I saw. Are you in at nine?” Sandy asked.
“Yes,” answered, swishing water over the colorful ceramic plate she’d eaten her toast and eggs on. Her little apartment didn’t have a dishwasher, but she didn’t mind. She actually liked washing dishes.
She placed the plate onto the rack next to the sink. “I’m just leaving my place now,” she said, fibbing slightly so that Sandy wouldn’t worry.
I’ll walk fast, she thought. The doctor’s office in which she was employed was only two blocks away. It never took her more than ten minutes to get there, and if she walked fast, she could do the whole thing in under seven. It was one of the many things she loved about her apartment in Fox Highlands, .
The midtown neighborhood had changed a great deal since she’d first moved to it many years ago. But her quaint building had stayed the same, and her well-formed habit of walking to work gave her comfort, no matter what else was happening in the world or in her life. The short walk was the perfect way to start the day
After hanging up the phone, finished getting ready for the day at the office. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and found a pale yellow scarf that contrasted with her skin. She slipped on her comfy Keds walking shoes and placed a pair of pretty ballet flats into her messenger bag, along with a meal replacement shake and water bottle.
She cracked a window over the kitchen sink to allow some air to circulate through the apartment while she was gone, so that the early fall heat didn’t turn the place into a hot box while she was at work.
Just as she switched off the lights in the kitchen, there was a knock at the door.
Crap, she thought.
Leaving at the last minute only worked if there were no interruptions. She walked across the slightly crooked floors and opened the door.
Her landlord stood in the entryway, his fist raised as if he was about to knock gain.
“Frank,” greeted him. She smiled. “I’m just running out to work, could I—”
“This won’t take long,” Frank said. His usual friendly demeanor was absent and he was avoiding eye contact, all bad signs.
His chubby, stout body was more stooped than usual.
He’s getting old, she thought with affection. I have known him for ten years, she thought with a sense of awe. I suppose I must look different now to him too.
“Oh, I know, but now’s not the best time, Frank. Can this wait?” asked again, reaching up beside the door for her keys, and stuffing them into the front pocket of her bag.
Do I have my phone? She wondered, quickly checking her bag to ensure she’d packed it. I have to text Dr. Norden about happy hour. I don’t want him to hear about it in the office before he’s invited.
“I really have to—” she said. Her mind was on a million things besides the minute update that she was sure her landlord was presenting. News about a new location for the mailboxes, or a five dollar increase in the pet deposit could wait until after work.
Frank interrupted her, in a very un-Frank like way.
“No , this can’t wait,” said the usually reserved, sweet old man. “This is important, and it’s urgent.” His tone was brusque.
stopped.
All of her inner monologue about work and planning for happy hour afterwards dissipated. It didn’t seem as important. Curiosity about Frank’s message took over.
“What is it?” she asked, finally stopping and standing still. She placed a hand on her hair and looked down at the short man with curiosity.
He handed her a notice.
It was typed and looked very official.
Frank was an old school landlord. He usually gave updates to his tenants through word of mouth, and had made more than one agreement with him via handshake alone.
This notice, however, had ‘lawyer’ written all over it.
It wasn’t Frank’s usual style.
“What’s this all about?” asked, scanning the paper. The words “demolished” and “evacuate” and then lastly, and most concerning, “terminated” jumped out at her. She looked up from the paper, trying to meet Frank’s eyes.
“I’ve lived in this building for ten years, Frank. I love this building. I love my apartment. It’s home. What’s this about?”