Expecting the Billionaire's Heir - Chapter 13
Two months later…
Brody Kane poured himself a finger of Scotch and gazed at the sun setting over Manhattan’s Financial District. The spectacular view across the East River from the terrace of his starkly modern penthouse apartment in Brooklyn had cost him fifteen million dollars and he’d always loved it. But not anymore, because dissatisfaction sat like a lump of lead in his gut.
It had been there for over three and a half months now, since he’d spent a night in Ellie Sullivan’s arms.
Why couldn’t he forget her? He’d tried dating other women, but he’d been bored within seconds, the empty charm he’d once used so effortlessly, gone.
Worse though, was his dawning realisation that his obsession with Ellie was about more than the sex. The memory of her breathy sobs, her soft skin, her sex massaging him to climax still woke him up every night, hard and ready for her. But it was the daylight hours which really tormented him, when he thought about her constantly, and all he could see were those rich chestnut eyes full of the secrets they shared, which she had never been afraid of, unlike him.
He took a slug of the expensive liquor.
Even his work didn’t satisfy him anymore. He’d closed a ten-figure deal today, and it had meant… Nothing.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked the caller ID, then frowned—even as his heart bounced into his throat.
‘Lorenti?’ He had no idea why the tech billionaire might be calling, but it was unlikely to have anything to do with his acting estate manager.
‘Ciao, Kane,’ Lorenti said. ‘I have an invitation for you.’
‘Oh yeah?’ he replied.
But Lorenti only laughed at his suspicious tone. Weird, because Lorenti had never been the laughing type. But by all accounts, the tech tycoon was now blissfully happy with his new wife… Considering what he’d once said to Ellie about Lorenti’s relationship, the irony didn’t escape Brody.
‘My wife and I are having a housewarming event in the Palazzo di Constanzo in Capri, now the work is finally complete, and Tallulah has insisted I invite all my friends…’
‘We’re friends?’ Brody asked wryly, even as his fingers tightened on the phone.
Would Ellie be there? Surely there was a good chance she’d get an invite.
The familiar yearning speared through the lump of lead. He needed to see her again. There was no denying that anymore. She had to know who he was by now, so why had he waited so long?
Maybe he could convince her to become his mistress? To fill this empty ache inside him until it disappeared again. He had money… And money could buy pretty much anything, hopefully even her.
‘We are now,’ Lorenti said, sounding amused. ‘Because I am embarrassed to admit to my wife that the only friends I have are business associates.’
Damn, this guy had really got it bad.
‘Sante Trovato is coming,’ Lorenti continued, naming a Sicilian property investor Brody knew had married Lorenti’s sister. ‘We are considering a project which will need invest…’
‘I’ll be there,’ Brody cut him off.
Brody’s heartbeat accelerated as he hung up. He didn’t give a damn about potential investment opportunities with Lorenti and his brother-in-law.
He just needed to see Ellie again—and get this lead weight out of his gut.