Close To Her Asian Billionaire

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Blurb:

A billionaire, BWAM romance book.

Carla is an amazing private investigator, always putting her career ahead of her personal life.

But her newest case is about to turn everything upside down…

Her newest assignment is investigating billionaire Jason who is accused of laundering money.

Despite her best efforts to remain professional, Jason’s kindness and warmth start to break through her defenses!

As Carla digs deeper, the line between job and personal life starts to blur, and she finds herself falling hard for him.

Now she’s torn between her feelings and her career, and now she doesn’t know what to do.

And with the possibility of Jason facing jail time, the stakes have never been higher.

If he’s innocent, what happens when he discovers that Carla has been investigating him this whole time?

Can their relationship withstand the truth?

Find out in this black woman Asian man romance story by Erica A Davis.

Chapter 1

“Hey! Hey, you! Black bi*ch!”

Carla Romaine heard the angry male voice but it took a few moments to realize it wasn’t coming from her earphones. Taking them out, she slowed to a stop and turned, wiping the strands stuck to her forehead away. A huge man with black hair shaved close to his scalp and built like a wrestler was storming towards her, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He looked like a European version of the Hulk with a vein protruding angrily from his temple.

Oh, great. Another angry man. Carla was used to seeing them and wasn’t fazed. Her job involved dealing with irate husbands and angry lovers. But today she wasn’t interested in having another confrontation; she had a lot to do and she was close to falling behind.

“I assume you’re talking to me.” She said calmly.

“Yeah.” The man jabbed a finger at her as he got closer. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, bi*ch.”

Carla sighed and glanced at her watch.

“You’ve got one minute before I carry on with my workout. I’m on the clock.”

“Yeah.” Came a sneer. “Always on the clock.”

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Patrick Pisani.”

Carla was good with names and she could remember every single case she had worked on. Having a near eidetic memory was a positive for her line of work. And she knew exactly who this man was.

“Christina’s husband.”

“Glad you remember me.” Pisani’s eyes narrowed, his face still red. “Seeing as you ruined my life.”

“You cheated on your wife.” Carla shot back calmly. “I only got the proof for Christina and she did the necessary actions. You ruined your own life, not me.”

Pisani snorted rudely.

“My wife is too stupid for her own good. She would believe anything she was told.” He jabbed a finger hard into Carla’s chest. “You made her believe I was cheating.”

Carla bit her lip and counted to five. She would let one touch go but if he did it again…

“Did I also ask your girlfriend to make sure you two were caught by my camera?” She quipped.

“You’re a smart-mouthed cu…” Pisani snarled but Carla cut across him sharply.

“Stop right there, Mr Pisani. You call me that word and you’re going to be having a nasty headache.” She pointedly looked at his crotch. “And I’m not talking about the head on your shoulders.”

For a moment Pisani looked taken aback. Carla guessed he hadn’t been expecting for her to bite back and stand up to him. The man was a bully, especially towards women, and he used his size to his advantage. Carla had met bigger and tougher men who had cowered before her and she wasn’t about to let him take her down. Then the surprise cleared and he chuckled without mirth.

“That’s funny. Really funny. Threatening violence. Makes you feel good, does it? Threatening people with violence?”

“Only if you start calling me a See You Next Tuesday.”

Carla had been brought up not to curse and even as an adult her mother would make her take confession whenever she let one loose by accident. Carla hated confession so she had schooled herself not to curse at all. It had stuck well into adult life. The word Pisani had almost called her was the worst, something Carla wouldn’t go near even if she did curse.

Pisani folded his arms, his forearm muscles bulging.

“You like ruining people’s lives, don’t you?” He demanded. “You PIs have sad pathetic lives so you decide you can make everyone else’s lives pathetic.”

“You did that yourself. No one asked you to cheat.” Carla glanced at her watch. “Time’s up. Goodbye, Mr Pisani.”

“I don’t think so.” Pisani grabbed at her arm as Carla turned away, his fingers digging into her arm. He pulled her close, his face inches away from hers as he spat in her face. “You’ll be regretting what you did, you little…”

“Is there a problem here?”

Carla looked round and saw an Asian man jogging towards them, slowing to a walk as he reached them. Her heart stuttered. Oh, my. Taller than the average Asian male, jet-black hair sweaty and tousled on his head and long, sinewy muscles, this man seemed to exude something that had Carla unable to take her eyes off him. Dressed in a sleeveless red top with black running shorts and white sneakers, he was handsome.

Handsome enough that Carla’s body started heating up. Her core tightened and Carla had to bite her lip as her inner muscles clenched. That wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Carla had thought she was virtually immune to every good-looking man that came along.

Evidently not.

“No problem.” She squeaked. She coughed and tried again. “Mr Pisani was just leaving.”

“Mr Pisani was just having a conversation with Miss Romaine.” Pisani countered, his hand tightening on Carla’s arm.

Despite herself, Carla winced. Then suddenly Pisani had let go and was stumbling back, a stunned expression on his face. The Asian man stepped between them, glancing at her for a moment. Carla rubbed her arm and nodded to say she was all right. The Asian man turned back to Pisani.

“The lady said it was ending.” His voice was calm but Carla caught the underlying tone. He was daring Pisani to push it. “Get going, sir.”

Pisani stared at him, looking him up and down. He scoffed and laughed.

“I’ve got a foot on you and probably more than fifty pounds. You really think you can get me to move?”

“How about seven belts in seven martial arts and three of them are black?” The newcomer countered calmly. “Do you really want to test that?”

Carla stared at his back. Did he really have those black belts? Pisani also looked doubtful. But when the Asian man stepped towards him his expression changed and Pisani moved away. Giving Carla one last glare, he turned away and walked off. Her rescuer turned to her and looked down at her, his forehead furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Carla’s arm still burned but it was a dull burn now. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you really have three black belts?”

Her rescuer looked slightly bashful.

“I’ve got three belts. They’re not black.” He spread his hands. “I’m not Jet Li.”

Carla laughed. He laughed as well and Carla was stunned at how his whole face lit up. He went from simply handsome to devastating. There was a scar on his chin that looked like a childhood scar and his eyes weren’t quite on the same level but that didn’t deter any of his looks away. It just enhanced them.

Carla realized where her thoughts were going and coughed, stepping away and giving him a smile.