The Billionaire Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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"We're going shopping again today love, you need clothes and stuff."

"That's too much, after yesterday." She pulled away and fussed with her seat belt.

"Ashley, do you have any idea how much I'm worth?" She shook her head no, and how refreshing was that? Shit any of the females of my past acquaintance would sell an ovary for the chance to go shopping on Gideon Thorpe’s dime.

"I'm worth more than you can spend in ten lifetimes so I don't want you worrying about that stuff okay?" When she didn't answer I chanced a glance at her and found her worrying her lip again.

I know she wasn't accustomed to anyone spending money on her but she would have to get used to it, I intend to spoil the fuck out of her everyday for the rest of her life. “I don’t really know what to buy, I’ve never…”

“So buy everything you like I mean it Ashley if you see something you want I want you to get it.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Fine I’ll just have to help you then.” I decided to change the subject and asked her about school instead. That seemed to settle her a little and by the time we pulled up to the mall she was a little more relaxed. Nothing had been said about Cliffy, she hadn’t brought him up and I’d be fucked if I was going to. Let’s hope this was a case of out of sight out of mind.

Our first stop was one of those young people stores with nothing but jeans and t shirts where I had her change out of her uniform first before we got down to some serious shopping. Then I dragged her into every high- end store that had decent clothing in the window.

It was almost five hours later when we returned home laden down with shopping bags. Once again she looked like a teenaged girl, her eyes alight and bursting at the seams to go through her loot again.

"Go ahead babe, I'll start dinner, come find me in the kitchen when you're done."

She kissed me again for the one-hundredth time before heading off to our bedroom. Our bedroom, I liked the sound of that. Where before I guarded my freedom like Cerberus at the gates of hades, I was more than happy to see it go down the drain, she fucking owned me. Completely and irrevocably, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

GIDEON

She came downstairs not even ten minutes after disappearing with her loot, all flushed and happy. And just the sight of her made me smile. She looked so young and carefree here, the way she was supposed to.

"That was quick." I kissed the top of her head my hands were dirty since I'd been marinating salmon steaks for the grill.

"I started to try them on, but then I missed you so I came back down." Shit, could she be any sweeter?

"Hop on up here then and keep me company, then after dinner you can model for me okay baby."

"Okay." She blushed and grinned as she hopped up onto the counter, barely making it without my help. She was so tiny, my heart clutched, I could've lost her before I found her. Not now Gideon, just concentrate on making her happy. That’s your new mission in life don’t let that twisted fuck intrude here. This is your first real night together in her new home you have to make it special.

"Can I help?"

"Nope, I've got it covered. I'm just grilling, salad's already made. I would offer you a glass of wine but I don't want to corrupt you...yet." I smirked at her and she blushed.

"In Europe I can have wine."

"We'll talk about that when we're there." She pouted at me, her bottom lip just enticing me to take a bite.

"Ummmm cherry. You trying to get me to eat your lips off?" She giggled as my tongue licked across her lips, shoulders scrunching up to her ears as I tried for a nibble there too.

"Now behave yourself so I can feed us, you tired my old self out with your shopping."

"Me? That was all your fault. I was finished two hours before you were ready to leave you kept finding stuff for me to try on."

She's right too. I'd had a blast watching her try on new outfits her eyes widening as each pile grew and bigger and bigger. And that was just the beginning.

I'd also introduced her to another form of shopping, where someone else got to model the clothing while we got to sit and sip on champagne or in her case sparking cider and nibble on foie gras on toast points which I enjoyed and Blossom turned up her nose at. We'll have to work on her palette.

For all our complaining we'd both enjoyed ourselves, she was now the proud owner of a complete wardrobe that would be the envy of any teen princess.



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