The Billionaire's Ruthless Affair (Rich, Ruthless and Renowned)

  To-do list of a billionaire playboy’s secretary:

  1. Filing: ensure all ex-girlfriends are kept safely out of sight.

  2. Expenses: all jewelry must be received one week from termination of relationship.

  3. Diary management: there must be no clashes in his heavy dating schedule.

  When Harriet McKenna’s own relationship goes up in smoke, her ruthless boss, Alex Katona, challenges her to take a leaf out of his book and embark on an illicit affair with him! This means being at his beck and call beyond office hours, and in return Alex promises to show Harriet how pleasurable life can be...

  “You know full well I would never want to have an affair with you. You’re my boss!”

  “You didn’t mind my kissing you just now,” Alex reminded Harriet with brutal honesty. “But all that is beside the point. I saw the folly of my ways in time and changed my mind about trying to seduce you, since you seem to like that word. Perhaps because it stops you from taking any responsibility over what just happened.”

  “You kissed me, Alex. I didn’t do a thing!”

  “Nothing except look so deliciously sexy this morning that I haven’t been able to think of anything else but making love to you all day.”

  An already flustered Harriet honed in on his patently false wording.

  “You don’t want to make love to me at all,” she snapped. “You want to have sex with me. That’s a totally different scenario.”

  “True,” he said before walking slowly back toward her. “But nothing changes the fact that we can’t go back to the way it was between us, Harry. You want me as much as I want you. Don’t deny it,” he said, close enough now to reach out and place his large hands on her suddenly trembling shoulders.

  Harriet somehow found her voice. “That doesn’t mean I have to do anything about it.”

  “True again. But why deny yourself something that can give you pleasure? And I can give you pleasure, Harry,” he murmured, his right hand lifting off her shoulder to trace circles around her gasping lips. “Lots of pleasure.”

  Rich, Ruthless and Renowned

  Billionaires secure their brides!

  International tycoons Sergio, Alex and Jeremy were best friends in college. Bonded by their shared passion for business—and bedding beautiful women!—they formed The Bachelors’ Club, which had only two goals:

  1. Live life to the full.

  2. Become billionaires in their own right!

  But now, with the dotted line signed for the sale of their multibillion-dollar wine empire, there’s one final thing left for each of the bachelors to accomplish—securing a bride!

  The trilogy begins with Sergio’s story in

  The Italian’s Ruthless Seduction

  continues with Alex’s story in

  The Billionaire’s Ruthless Affair

  and concludes with Jeremy’s story—coming soon!

  MIRANDA LEE

  The Billionaire’s Ruthless Affair

  Born and raised in the Australian bush, Miranda Lee was boarding-school educated and briefly pursued a career in classical music before moving to Sydney and embracing the world of computers. Happily married with three daughters, she began writing when family commitments kept her at home. She likes to create stories that are believable, modern, fast-paced and sexy. Her interests include meaty sagas, doing word puzzles, gambling and going to the movies.

  Books by Miranda Lee

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  Master of Her Virtue

  Contract with Consequences

  The Man Every Woman Wants

  Not a Marrying Man

  A Night, A Secret...A Child

  Rich, Ruthless and Renowned

  The Italian’s Ruthless Seduction

  Three Rich Husbands

  The Billionaire’s Bride of Innocence

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  EXCERPT FROM SLEEPLESS IN MANHATTAN BY SARAH MORGAN

  Chapter One

  I SHOULD BE HAPPIER, Alex thought as he picked up his mug of coffee and carried it out onto the terrace of his penthouse apartment, shivering slightly when the crisp air hit his face. Not that it would be cold for long, the sun already peeping over the horizon. Winter in Sydney was a picnic compared to winter in London. He was glad to be back home. But not all that happy, for some reason.

  Alex surveyed the panoramic view of the city skyline, telling himself that a man would have to be a fool not to be happy when he’d finally achieved everything he’d ever vowed to achieve.

  At thirty-four, Alex was no fool. He was, in fact, a very successful businessman.

  A Rhodes scholar, Alex had first become an entrepreneur back in England over a decade earlier, going into partnership with his two best friends from Oxford in a dilapidated old wine bar, which probably should have been demolished, but which they’d turned into a going concern. As it turned out, one wine bar had eventually become two, then three, then ten, till finally they’d formed a franchise.

  Sergio’s idea, that.

  Alex smiled for the first time that morning. Thinking of Sergio always brought a smile to his face. Jeremy, too. Yet those two were as different as chalk and cheese. Sergio was inclined to take life way too seriously at times, whereas Jeremy... Lord, where did one start with Jeremy? Though some people might describe him as a playboy, Alex knew Jeremy was a decent man at heart, generous and loyal, though with way too much charm and money for his own good. And he’d have even more money now, the recent sale of their wine bar franchise having made them all billionaires.

  Alex’s smile faded somewhat as he realised that the sale of their franchise had now severed the main connection between the three men. Whilst he didn’t doubt they would always remain friends, it would not be the same as when they’d gathered together in London on a regular basis. Sergio had now returned to Milan to take up the reins of his family’s ailing manufacturing business, whilst he himself would have no reason to return to England.

  Still, that was life, Alex supposed. Nothing stayed the same. Time and tide waited for no man, he knew, a quick glance at his watch showing that it was almost eight.

  He was going to be late for work, which was a rarity.

  Harry would be wondering where he was. Alex hoped she wasn’t upset over the way he’d spoken to her yesterday. Not that she’d seemed offended. Though relatively young, she was without doubt the best, most sensible PA he’d ever had.

  Gulping down the rest of his coffee, he hurried back inside, stashed his
mug in the dishwasher, snatched up his phone and keys, then headed for the lift. Just as the lift doors opened, his phone rang. A wry smile lit up Alex’s face when he saw that it was Jeremy.

  Speak of the devil!

  ‘Jeremy...mate...I was just thinking about you.’ Alex strode into the lift and pressed the button for the basement car park.

  ‘That’s a worry,’ Jeremy replied in that deeply masculine voice which always surprised people. ‘Haven’t you got anything better to do with your life? You should be out there making more millions. Though, perhaps not. You’d only give the lot away.’

  Alex grinned. ‘You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?’ It would be late evening in London.

  ‘You could say that. I’m at a party. An engagement party.’

  Alex suppressed a groan at the thought that another one of Jeremy’s brothers—perhaps even his mother or father—were on their way to the altar again. You didn’t have to look far to understand Jeremy’s negative attitude towards love and marriage. Clearly, he didn’t trust either to last.

  Alex wasn’t into love and marriage himself, either, but not for reasons of scepticism and cynicism. He knew full well that true love existed and lasted, if you found the right person. Alex just wasn’t interested in finding his soul mate. He had personal reasons for staying a bachelor, the main one being the promise he’d made to his mother on her deathbed.

  ‘God made you extra smart for a purpose, son,’ she’d told him with her last breath. ‘Promise me you won’t waste your talents. Use them for good. Make a difference.’

  Alex had done just that. But being a dedicated philanthropist took a lot of time and energy. He simply didn’t have enough left over for a wife and family. Though, if he was strictly honest, Alex liked being a bachelor. Liked living by himself. Liked being free of emotional entanglements.

  The lift doors opened at the basement and Alex headed for his nearby SUV at a clip.

  ‘So who’s getting hitched this time?’ he asked Jeremy. ‘Not your mother, I hope.’ Jeremy’s mother had divorced her third husband last year after she’d discovered he was sleeping with his personal trainer.

  ‘No, thank God. No, this is someone far more surprising.’

  ‘Really?’ The mind boggled. ‘Look, hold it a sec. Have to get in my car. I’m on my way to work.’ Alex jumped in behind the wheel and swiftly connected his phone to Bluetooth. ‘Right. All systems go,’ he said as he backed out of his spot.

  ‘Do you ever do anything except work?’ Jeremy said drily.

  ‘Sure I do. I eat out, work out and have lots of great sex. A bit like you, dear friend.’

  ‘Are you still dating that Lisa chick, the girl you told me about with the grating giggle? Or did you break up with her as you said you were going to as soon as you got back to Sydney?’

  ‘Yeah, she’s gone,’ Alex said with a scowl on his face. Lisa was still a sore point with him. He’d been going to tell her tactfully this last weekend that it was over between them when she’d actually had the hide to break up with him first, informing him that she’d taken a job on a cruise ship that was setting sail for Asia that very week.

  He should have been relieved. Instead, he’d felt decidedly disgruntled. ‘I don’t want to talk about Lisa,’ Alex ground out. ‘I want to know which surprising person is getting married.’

  ‘Trust me when I say that you’re going to be more than surprised. It’s Sergio. He’s the one getting married.’

  Though slightly taken aback, Alex was not exactly shocked. ‘What’s so surprising about that? He said he was going to find himself a wife when he got back to Italy. It is a bit quick, though.’

  Jeremy laughed. ‘You don’t know the half of it. The wedding’s set for just over two weeks’ time.’

  ‘Good grief! Why all the hurry? The bride-to-be can’t possibly be pregnant. He’s only been back in Italy a little over a fortnight.’

  ‘As far as I know, Bella’s not pregnant.’

  Alex’s foot slammed on the brake, bringing an angry hoot of the horn from the car behind him. He was on the car park exit ramp at the time. Gathering himself, he drove on, trying to stay calm and not cause an accident.

  ‘You shouldn’t tell me something like that when I’m driving,’ he said a lot more calmly than he was feeling. For Bella was the Bella, the darling of Broadway and Sergio’s one-time stepsister. Sergio had confessed to his friends a couple of years back that he’d always had the hots for her. Naturally, they’d both urged him to move on and forget her.

  Clearly, he hadn’t taken their advice.

  ‘Trust me, I’m just as shocked as you are,’ Jeremy said in droll tones. ‘Even worse, I’ve had to witness Sergio’s crazed obsession first-hand.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘I knew Sergio was staying at his villa on Lake Como, so I decided to fly over yesterday and surprise him for his birthday.’

  ‘Oh, God, his birthday. I forgot, as usual.’

  ‘You always forget birthdays. Anyway, back to my story. Naturally, I thought Sergio would be alone. He’d said he wanted a holiday before tackling the family business. Apparently, I’d got that wrong. Because when I arrived, he was in Milan, with Bella installed at the villa. She claimed she was suffering from burnout and had tried to rent the villa from Sergio, but he’d invited her to stay as his guest instead.’

  Alex’s teeth clenched down hard in his jaw. ‘So the upshot is she wangled her way back into Sergio’s life and then seduced him.’

  ‘That’s not how Sergio tells it. He says he seduced her.’

  ‘That doesn’t sound like Sergio.’

  ‘I agree, but apparently he did. And then the poor bastard fell in love with her.’

  ‘Yes, but did she fall in love with him back, or is this a case of like mother like daughter?’ Bella’s mother was a cold-blooded, ambitious woman who’d married Sergio’s widowed father to finance her daughter’s singing and dancing career, then divorced him once Bella’s career had taken off. ‘Does Bella know he’s a billionaire now?’

  ‘Don’t know. It’s been a madhouse here.’

  Alex rolled his eyes. ‘You must have got some impression of Bella’s sincerity. Or lack of it.’

  ‘Well, as unlikely as this will sound coming from an old cynic like me, I think she might be genuinely in love with Sergio.’

  ‘Don’t forget she’s an actress,’ Alex pointed out sharply.

  ‘Now who’s being a cynic? Anyway, the wedding’s set for the thirty-first of July. I have no doubt that Sergio will be in contact with you shortly. He wants us both to be his best men. I told him we’d be honoured. So when he asks you, try to act thrilled, because there’s no way he’s going to change his mind about this. The man’s crazy about her. All we can do is be there for him to pick up the pieces if and when everything goes belly-up.’

  Alex wasn’t sure how much help he could be from Australia. But of course he would go to the wedding. He would be proud to stand at Sergio’s side as his best man.

  ‘Just book a flight that will get you to Lake Como the day before the wedding. No, make that two days before. I want to take you into Milan and have you fitted with a decent dinner suit. This might prove to be a disastrous marriage, but that’s no excuse not to look our very best. We must do Sergio proud on the day. We are, after all, his best men.’

  A lump formed in Alex’s throat, rendering him speechless for a moment. Fortunately, Jeremy wasn’t similarly afflicted.

  ‘Have to go now, Alex. Claudia has just come out onto the terrace looking for me. Now, don’t forget to book your flight, and for pity’s sake sound thrilled when Sergio calls you. Ciao,’ he said with a wry laugh. ‘When in Rome, you know.’ And he hung up.

  Alex groaned at the thought of having to sound thrilled when Sergio contacted him. But he would do it for Sergio’s sake. Fate wasn’t being kind to him, letting him fall for a woman like Bella. Their getting married was a disaster waiting to happen.

  Such thinking reinforce
d Alex’s own decision never to get tangled up in the whole ‘love and marriage’ thing. Loving and losing someone—either through death or divorce—was never going to be on his agenda. No way would he risk ending up like his father, or becoming the victim of some clever gold-digger. That was why he always dated girls who never had a hope of ensnaring his heart. Girls who just wanted to have fun.

  Alex quickly realised there would be no time for fun during the next two weeks. His nose would be pressed to the grindstone every single day. At least it would be when he finally got to the damned office. Poor Harry. She was probably close to sending out a search party!

  * * *

  Harriet didn’t mind at all that her boss was running late that morning. When she’d arrived at the office shortly before eight, she’d been dreading having to tell him her news, news which she should have told him when he’d first come back from London. But at the time her emotions had been too raw. She would have wept in front of him. She knew she would. And she didn’t want to do that. Alex would have been embarrassed. And so would she.

  So she’d let the days tick away without confessing that her engagement to Dwayne was no more, her anxiety increasing as each day passed. She’d rather hoped her boss might notice that she wasn’t wearing her engagement ring, but he hadn’t. Alex didn’t notice personal details like that. He was a man with tunnel vision most of the time. When at work, he worked.

  It did irk Harriet slightly that no one else at Ark Properties had noticed, either. But that was her fault. Whilst she was friendly with everyone who worked there, she didn’t socialise with the rest of the staff. She never went with them for drinks on a Friday night. Harriet had her own group of girlfriends she had drinks with, Emily of course being the main one. Then of course, up till recently, she’d had Dwayne.

  Naturally, things would be different from now on, with no Dwayne to complain if she didn’t hurry home after work. It worried Harriet, however, that her suddenly single status would change the wonderful working relationship she’d always had with Alex. He was a great boss. She liked him a lot and felt sure that he liked her back. Yet when she’d walked into his office to be interviewed for the job last year, Harriet had gained the immediate impression that she was a non-starter. Alex had looked her up and down with sceptical eyes. With hindsight, maybe he’d been worried that she might make a play for him. He was, after all, one of Sydney’s most eligible bachelors.