Blackmailing The BillionaireBy: Melody Anne
Billionaire Bachelors – Book 5
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Blackmailing the Billionaire
“It’s been a good couple of years,” Joseph said to his brother as they shared a glass of bourbon while sitting next to a warm fire.
“I agree with you there, Brother. I adore my grandkids and can’t believe how much closer the kids have become since we moved back to Seattle,” George said as he relaxed in the comfortable lounge chair.
“I can’t believe how sneaky your boy, Max is. He’s been able to avoid every match we’ve sent his way. I haven’t wanted to give up before, but I don’t see what else we can do,” Joseph said grumpily.
“Ah, it’s nice to hear you admitting defeat, Joseph, but I have a few tricks up my own sleeve,” George said with a twinkle in his eye.
“What do you have planned?”
Before George could say anything further Max stepped into the room and looked at both men suspiciously. They looked at him and then back down with guilty expressions.
“Did I hear the two of you scheming, again?” Max asked.
“We’re just enjoying a good glass of bourbon, would you care to join us?” George asked his son, recovering quickly.
“I don’t have time, there’s a problem at the research facility and I have to head out tonight,” Max told his father and uncle.
“I heard there were some bad storms up that way; don’t you think you should wait?” George questioned his son.
“You know that I can’t wait, Dad,” Max said. He was always the first one to rush in, even at the risk of his own life.
“I know, but you also know that I can’t help but worry about you.”
“I’ll call as soon as we land. I should be home in time for Christmas,” Max said. Max was glad they’d made the move to Seattle. It was good to spend time with his cousins, and he hadn’t been with his siblings so much in years. He wouldn’t admit to his father that he’d made the right decision in forcing them all to relocate, but he was glad it had happened. Joseph and George watched as Max left the room, both of them worried about him.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to think of something else because he won’t be here to ‘accidentally’ bump into the newest match I’d planned for him to meet tonight,” George said with disappointment.
“I think that boy has built in radar for our meddling,” Joseph said with a laugh. “But we’re stubborn and have nothing but time on our hands.” George agreed. They enjoyed the rest of their evening, leaving the scheming for another day.
Cassandra, or Cassie as everyone called her, hung up the phone and had to fight not to curse out loud. As it was, if her mother could hear the words in her head she’d threaten to wash her mouth out with soap. She’d been trying to get ahold of Max Anderson for two weeks straight and the infuriating man refused to answer a call from her, or give her the courtesy of a return phone call.
She narrowed her eyes as she glared at the magazine picture of him she had in her locker as motivation. If he thought she was some whimpering girl who so easily took ‘no’ for an answer, he certainly had another thing coming.
Cassie was trying desperately to get a job with The Seattle Times, and if she could land this interview with the infamous Max Anderson, she’d be a shoe-in for the position. She was aware he hated doing interviews, and she couldn’t remember the last time he’d been an active participant in a story.
Articles were written on him and his family all the time, but he never sat down with reporters and answered questions. If she could convince him to spend one day with her, just letting her tag along with him, then she’d be able to land a job for the paper easily. He was turning out to be as allusive as she’d heard.
“Is anyone back there? I’ve been standing here for several minutes now,” Cassie heard a customer calling. She let out another sigh and walked to the front of the coffee house, where she worked. She hated her job.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. How can I help you?” Cassie asked the lady. She was excellent at customer service but that didn’t mean she wanted to do it her entire life. She went to college for a reason, and it wasn’t to serve overpriced coffee to strangers all day long.