The Grandiose Billionaire's Unknown Child

Prologue:

In all that his brother had told me about brian, he'd never mentioned that he was so damn good-looking.

Not the smooth good looks of a catalog model.

But the rough-around-the-edges kind that made my breath catch in my throat and set my pulse racing his rain-soaked thick black hair was smoothed back from his forehead, emphasizing the strong lines of his face, lean cheeks, a square jaw and a blunt chin.

He badly needed a shave, Olivia noticed, and his thin white shirt was soaked through, cinging to the lines of his muscular chest and broad shoulders.

And yes, damp, bedraggled and mud splattered, he was still the most attractive man who had crossed my path in ages. But I pulled my gaze away with conscious etfort. Get a grip girl, I coached herself. This guy's the enemy.

Self conscious:

My name is Olivia Christopher, I am living with my younger sister, faith, whose fall in love with the second son of Adams family. Will. And I gave her all my love and support in her new found love. But will's elder brother Brian Adams believed that she came for money not for love and he sworn to stopped their marriage with all his might. They plan to elope and leave me to deal with the over protective brother in law of mine.

I was having a sound sleep when someone began to bang on the door. Banging hard enough to rattle the hinges. The fact regiered dimly on my sleep-fogged brain. As if this place needs any help fallng apart at the seams, oh! Gosh. thank you very much, was my first waking thought. Then I sat up, swung my legs to the floor and brushed a careless hand through my sleep tousled hair.

The banging persisted. "All right, all right. Keep your shirt on, pal," I muttered. And pulled on my sapphire-blue silk robe and clicked on the lamp near the landing before descending the stairs.

No hurry, I thought. Was was certain of the identity of the caller, though we had never before met. The fash of light within had obviously given my vistor encouragement, and he immediately called out on the other side of the door. " I know you are there, Will. Open up. blast you. I'm not leaving here until you open the door, do you Hear me......?

The tone was deep, booming and belligerent Just what I had expected, although I hadn't counted on Brian Adams arriving in the pitch black middle of the night. My sisters fiancé will Adams , had described his older brother, Brian as an extremely stubborn man, and I fully expected a difficult encounter. But to descend upon me at this hour in the middle of a rainstorm, I found positively..berserk.

While Will had warned me about Brain, I had believed he'd been exaggerating. Well, he wasn't, I decided as the door banging and off-color expletives hit new heights. I vaguely wondered if he would get violent- especially if he learned how he'd been tricked by the three of us...... me, Faith and Will. The little scheme had been Will's plan. With Faith's help, the young lovers had persuaded me to help them escape the wrath of Will's overbearing, overprotective brother Maybe I was foolish to answer the door at all, I thought Most folks I knew in the small town of Sweetwater, Texas, would greet a stranger at this hour with a handy household shotgun But I was not the type to own a gun. I wouldn't even allow my son, Noah, to play with water pistols. Besides, I was betting Brian Adams was far worse than his bite Okay, so he was a high-powered, corpotate attorney from new York City, no less. The man would naturally be on the argumentative side, I reasoned But hadn't Will promised that Brian wasn't so bad once you go to know him? Right now, shouting himself hoarse on the other side of my door, he sounded like my worst night mare.

"And I'll stay out here all night if I have to......" the angry voice continued. It was a miracle that the noise hadn't disturbed Noah, I realized. But my son had always been such a good sleeper, a trait I had been especially thankful for as a single parent "Well, I guess it's show time, I murmured to myself at the bottom of the steps. I took a deep breath, then tightened the sash on my robe before I swung open the door His face veiled in shadows, Brian Adams met my carefully composed expression with a dark, scaring stare.

"You sure took your time answering the damn door, lady. Is this a taste of the Texas hospitality I 've heard so much about?"

"Speaking of time-do you have any idea of the hour, Mr......?"

"Don't you dare pretend you don't know who I am, Olivia Christopher," he cut in. His eyes narrowed dark slits . "If there's one thing that gets under my skin, its pretense-especially when's dished out by woman."

"I m sure that any number of things get under your skin, Mr. Adams," I replied wih small smile

"And I'm sure my brother's told you all about me by now, Ms. Christopher."

"Only the low points, I replied with a grin.

"Cute. I'Il have to remember that ," He smiled, as well, folding his arnms across his broad chest and leaning into the light. He took a long appraising look at me, and I had my first good look at him as well. Even, white teeth flashed against tanned skin. Deep lines bracketed his wide, sensual mouth, and small attractive creases appeared at the corners of his dark eyes. The transformation was mesmerizing. Dangerously so, I realized.

"Well.....aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked finally . And I had plenty of practice facing down intimidation men, but the monment my gaze locked with my adversary's, I felt an egg-sized lump lodge in my throat

"Of course, come in," I replied in a shaky voice.

As he stepped into the foyer, I silently scolded myself for letting his looks affect me but then again I'd been taken by surprise.

In all that Will had said about his brother. he'd never mentioned that Brian as so damn good looking, Not the polished and predictable looks of a catalogue model, but the rough-around-the-edges kind, that made my breath catch in my throat and set my pulse racing. As I busied myself, Iatching the door, I secretly watched him stroll into the living room.

Black as a raven's wing, his rain-soaked hair was smoothed back from his forehead, emphasizing the strong lines of his face, lean cheeks, a square jaw and a blunt chin. He badly needed a shave, I noticed, and his thin white shirt was wet through, clinging to the lines of his muscular chest and broad shoulders. A colorful silk tie-the expensive designer type-hung undone from his collar. Probably ruined, I reflected Though I was sure with his money he'd never miss it. Damp, bedraggled and mud splattered, he was stil the most attractive man who had crossed my path in ages. But I pulled my gaze away with conscious effort. Get a grip. gal, I coached herself. This guy's the enemy.