Billionaire & CEO

d keep society mothers from marrying their daughters off to billionaires. But things had cha

long black hair loose around her shoulders. Mav had met Zane Roth and Liam Kensington in college. They had all become friends, brothers. Each had made their fortunes: Zane in finance, Liam in real estate and development, and Mav in tech. Unfortunately, that had

was having a great time dressing the woman. Yes, the billionaire bachelors of New York were gone. There was only him now, and he would never marry. "Your drink, sir." He tilted his chin to the bartender and accepted his drink. Mav had learned a long

on. In his senior year of college, he'd met a smart, beautiful girl from next door. She was blonde, blue-eyed, tall, and thin. She'd fallen for him, and he'd fallen for her. In fact, she'd fallen for his first billion dollar

nd kissed his cheek. "Hey," Mav said. "The big man emerges from his Batcave," a female voice said. He scowled at Aspen, and the PI just smiled. Liam kept an arm around her and reached out to shake Mav's hand. They were both recovering nic

ith you?" "Well, Aspen's sisters text me at least twice a day, giddy about having their apartment to themselves," Liam said. Aspen grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter. "Hey, I have a multimillion-dollar penthouse to call ho

lar criminals and an attempted blackmail, was how Aspen and Liam met. Aspen leaned on her man. "One of the girls agreed to press charges." Liam's smile was dark. "My dad will finally pay for his crimes." Mav raised his glass. "I'll drink to that." "Well, my

t cracking a safe, which is how she met Zane-when she broke his. "I know, but it's mine." Monroe's nose wrinkled. "He owns the rest of New York." Zane pulled her close. "I just want you happy." She cupped his che

turned away and hid a grimace. Oh no. Mrs. Randolph, one of New York's most prominent socialites, approached him. "I want you to meet my lovely daughter." The woman inclined her coiffed head. Mav saw the tall, thin blonde nearby. She

ed against the bar. "Scotch. Double. STRONG KNOX Remi." I stared at the screen, my gut churning. The cursor blinked at me. I had a job in the black hat boardroom. There was a crash in the next room. "Hey," I called out. "Don't break a

little as she mixed and stirred. Jamal ran into the kitchen, laughing, followed by a determined-looking Charlie. A few seconds later, a giggling Kaylee followed, tr

dared me to. I'd taken a tube of lip gloss and a pack of gum. When Mama found out, she'd