The Lawyer- Billionaire Romance

Dominick Los Angeles is f*****g lit tonight . That was the only thought in my head as I stood twenty-seven stories up on the roof deck of the city’s newest and hottest high-rise hotel, overlooking our famous skyline. Jenner, my middle brother, was the attorney who had represented the closing, and everyone who was anyone had come out this evening to celebrate the grand opening. Not only was this a huge win for Jenner, but for The Dalton Group as well—the law firm my parents had started over twenty years ago, where my brothers and I were now partners. We represented some of the largest-earning corporations and individuals in the world. In my case, concentrating solely on entertainment law, I was surrounded by many of my clients, this event like a mini version of the goddamn Oscars. “Jenner has come a long way,” Brett Young, my best friend, said. He was next to me on the balcony, nodding toward my brother, who was schmoozing with the CEO of a massive online retailer. “I remember when we were in law school, that motherfucker still had zits all over his forehead. Now, instead of carrying textbooks, he’s got multimillion-dollar contracts in his hands, closing transactions like this one every day, from here to f*****g Dubai.” Brett pointed at Ford, my youngest brother. “And the baby in the family? Man, I definitely didn’t anticipate him being the first one in our group to father a child.” He smirked. “Certainly not before me or you.” His eyes caught mine. “I think you wake up every morning, hoping like hell that some woman doesn’t come banging on your door, asking for a paternity test.” I laughed in agreement. “Isn’t that the f*****g truth?” Before Brett had met James Ryne, one of the highest-paid actresses in Hollywood, he had lived the same lifestyle as me. Bachelor brothers was what we used to call ourselves. But now, they were engaged, and he was more whipped than a sub. He clinked his glass against mine, and we downed what liquor was left. Immediately, a waitress appeared to hand us refills. He held his scotch over the side of the railing, balancing the liquor in the air. I did the same, sighing as I gazed at all the twinkling lights below. “It’s been a hell of a run for us so far, and we’re only getting started.” When Brett and his buddies had opened The Agency—a firm of agents representing actors, athletes, and musicians—I had just passed the bar, and we would refer clients to one another. Now, all these years later, we sat in many of the same meetings, negotiating deals for the top earners in the business. “You’ve got that right, my friend. Wait until I tell you about this new actress I just scouted and how much money she’s going to earn us …” His voice faded as he grabbed his phone and read the screen. “Fuck.” “What’s wrong?” Still staring at his cell, he said, “You know our client Naomi, who I cast for that reality TV show that’s filming in two weeks? Her manager just texted and said she’s in the hospital with two herniated discs in her neck and another three in her back.” He slowly glanced up at me. “Ski accident in Vail this morning.” “Jesus, is she all right?” “She’s going in for surgery tomorrow. She’ll be bedridden for the next nine to twelve weeks, which means she’ll miss all of filming.” “That s**t is painful. I hope she pulls through.” I took a drink. “I also know what that means for you—you have to find someone to replace her.” He typed a reply, calling over a waitress the moment he put his phone away. “Another round for both of us and two tequila shots.” As she walked toward the bar, he said to me, “Getting drunk is the only solution to this.” “Tell me exactly what you’re looking for. Maybe I can help.” “If you remember, the show is about well-off, young girls, living the LA life. Private jets, VIP club treatment, walk-in closets that have as many Birkins as my fiancée. The studio will provide all of that. I just need the right face.” I quickly glanced around the roof, taking an inventory of the different looks and talent up here. “What kind of face?” He twirled the glass in his hand, the scotch swirling like a tornado. “Early twenties, gorgeous. She needs to have perfect t**s and a body to f*****g die for. Personality-wise, I need someone who can put the cast members in their place—not a villain, but someone with spark.” Not finding what I was looking for, I mentally ran through my roster of actresses who focused only on reality television. Daisy Roy was the most talented one I had. Even though she was a villain off camera, she was the girl next door on-screen. She was good-looking, but she didn’t possess the heat he was after. I shook my head. “I can’t think of anyone.” “I was afraid of that.” The waitress returned, setting the four glasses on the balcony’s wide brick edge. We went straight for the tequila, downing the shots before we moved on to the scotch. Brett held the fresh drink against his chest, tugging at the strands of his hair. “We start filming in two weeks. I need someone—yesterday.” I grabbed his shoulder, shaking it to loosen him up. “Don’t stress, brother. When I get to the office tomorrow, I’ll dig through my clients and see who I can find.” The words had barely left my mouth when I turned toward the thick crowd and linked eyes with the most beautiful girl. Goddamn it, she was more stunning than any woman I had ever seen. Long, dark hair with pouty, thick lips and a light-blue stare that was so intense that I could see the color from all the way over here. But the connection didn’t stop with her looks. I could almost feel her in my hands, as though her body were lying beneath mine, slowly caressing her smooth, naked skin, warming the areas that my mouth was soon going to devour. Fuck me. “Do you know who that is?” I asked Brett. “Who?” I broke our connection to look at my best friend. “I can’t point—she’s watching—but the girl at three o’clock in a tight emerald-colored dress with endless f*****g curves. There’s a tall blonde next to her, who doesn’t compete at all.” “I’ve never seen either of them before, but you’re right; the brunette is hot as hell.” With my eyes on her again, I brought the glass up to my mouth, not feeling the burn as I swallowed. Because there was only one fire in my body. One that sparked an aching need to be inside her. “Whoever she is”—I licked the wet booze off my lips—“I’m tasting her before this night is over.” “Is that right?” A smile grew across my face as I started at her heels and worked my way higher. “Hell yes.” When I reached the top of her head, I glanced at Brett. “You do remember what it’s like to have a one-night stand, don’t you?” He laughed. “It’s been an eternity, but I’ll leave those nights to you, bro. James is more than enough for me.” “I won’t hold that against you,” I bantered. The space between us got busier, filling with people, causing my view of her to disappear. My brothers happened to be part of that congestion and were making their way over to us. I clasped Jenner’s arm the moment he was within range, pulling him in for a hug. “You’ve outdone yourself, my man. A hell of a hotel your team has built here, and this party is off the charts. Whoever put together the guest list deserves a f*****g raise. Some of the women here tonight—mmm-mmm.” As I looked over his shoulder, there was sexiness everywhere. Outfits that revealed bare, toned backs, lean arms, legs for f*****g centuries. And then there was the girl in the green dress, the queen of them all. Through the smallest opening, a crack between two men, her eyes met mine again. “Speaking of women …” Jenner said, pulling back to reach inside his sports coat. He placed something in my hand and then Ford’s, skipping right over Brett. “No reason to bring one home when I got you a room downstairs.” A key card was now tucked under my fingers, the room number written on its paper sleeve. I put it in my pocket, punching Jenner’s shoulder with just a little strength. “Always looking out for us single men.” “I’ve got your back,” he replied, including Ford. “Always.” The four of us raised our glasses, carefully tapping them together, before we went our separate ways, kicking off several hours of small talk with the industry professionals in attendance tonight. I gave out my card to a few up-and-coming musicians, their popularity rising enough to where they were ready for representation, and to some influencers whose following was gaining them endorsements, contracts they couldn’t negotiate on their own. Many more drinks later, I was coming out of the restroom when I spotted her. The girl in the emerald dress. She was standing at the mouth of the hallway that led to the ladies’ and men’s rooms, her back against the wall, her arm wrapped across her narrow waist as she spoke on her phone. I assumed she’d come in here to get away from the noise, to have some privacy since there was none to be had on the rooftop. Her focus elsewhere gave me the opportunity to appreciate the view, and I took my time to observe every goddamn inch of her. Hair I wanted to twist around my wrist and pull. Lips I wanted sucking on my crown. Legs I wanted to spread wide. An ass I wanted pulsing around my c**k. Perfection came in many forms. Hers was unique and breathtaking. I walked until I was in front of her, and her eyes instantly locked with mine, widening the longer she looked at me. “It’s you … the guy from across the bar.” Her whispered admission made me grin. “I have to go,” she said into the phone. “I’ll get it all done, I promise.” She slipped her cell inside her purse, and I reached for her hand the second it was free. “Dominick.” Her gentle fingers fell into my grip. Ones that would soon be wrapped around the base of my d**k while she sucked my crown down her throat. “I’m Kendall.” “I want to tell you something, Kendall.” Her cheeks reddened, and her breathing sped up, her chest rising faster with each inhale. “Since the moment I saw you, there’s only been one thought in my head.” She pushed herself further against the wall, her knee bending so she could place her heel there as well. “And that is?” “That I would do anything to taste you.” Her lips stayed parted, like my tip was already between them, her voice getting lost in her breathing. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” The top of her head came to the center of my chest, and I placed my palm on the wall just above her. There was plenty of room for her to leave, but it was a tight-enough cage that positioned her right where I wanted her. “I do everything in my power to make it mine.” I leaned in close, my lips hovering inches away from hers. Her eyes told me she was preparing for me to kiss her, but after a few exhales, I moved my mouth to her ear. “You’re all I can think about.” “I”—the syllable sounded like a gasp—“don’t know what to say.” My finger ran across her cheek and down her collarbone, goose bumps meeting me. “Say I can have you.” I pointed toward an escape route. “Or walk away. You have ten seconds to decide.” While my hand circled the back of her neck, the key in my pocket was like a thirty-pound weight, conjuring up all the surfaces in that room that I could potentially f**k her on. “Nine,” I breathed the number against her mouth. “Eight, seven.” I counted in my head until I reached, “Five.” She shifted her weight, her foot dropping to the ground, her gaze changing every time I voiced a lower number. “Four, three.” Her chest stilled, telling me she was holding air in her lungs. “Two.” “Dominick …” My name came out like a moan. “One.”