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  The Inheritance: Anything He Craves

  (A Billionaire Erotic Romance)

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  Terry Towers

  The Inheritance: Anything He Craves

  (A Billionaire Erotic Romance)

  Copyright 2012 by Terry Towers

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  Chapter 1

  "I'm so sorry Angelica; my hands are tied on this."

  Angelica Lawson sighed as she looked across the desk at her Uncle Clayton, her grief stricken blue eyes meeting his sympathetic brown ones. Uncle Clayton was the brother of her recently deceased father, Richard Lawson. He was now the executer of her late father's estate, which equalled a hefty sum of 2.3 billion dollars. Her mother had died after a year long battle with cancer two years ago and now she'd just lost her father in a fatal car crash. With both her parents dead, twenty-two year old Angelica was left alone with her Uncle Clayton being her only known living relative.

  "But who is this... this... Logan Sinclair? And why in the name of God would he want me to get to know the man, much less live with him for a month!" It simply made no sense to her. No sense at all. And by the look on her uncle's face she doubted she was going to like the reasoning behind it.

  Clayton steeped his fingers under her chin and shook his head slowly. "I told Richard to tell you about Logan years ago. Begged him even. But for whatever reason he wanted to keep this a secret. Logan is, in a way, your brother... Well, of sorts. But not really..." Clayton sighed. Opening the top drawer of his desk he pulled out a bottle of aspirin, opened it up, shook a couple into his hand and tossed them into his mouth chasing them down with some water.

  "What!" She shook her head, her shoulder length blonde hair fanning out around her. "No, dad wouldn't have kept that from me and mom."

  "Your mother knew, Angel." Clayton reached across the large oak desk and covered her hand with his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Richard was briefly married before he met and married your mother. He left his first wife for your mother actually."

  "But, I-" Her head was spinning. How could they have kept something this big from her? She had always thought their little family was close. She thought her parents respected and cared for her enough to tell her everything. It just made no sense. "So Logan is his son?"

  Clayton shrugged. "Yes and no. Richard's first wife couldn't conceive a child so they adopted Logan when he was five - which makes him twenty-eight now. But, Richard wanted a biological child; he kept saying he couldn't establish a bond with Logan. Not the kind of father- son bond he'd been wanting. So he met your mother, got a quick divorce and went on with his life."

  "I just can't..." Her father had always been such a great man, it seemed so unlike him. How could he have abandoned them like that? It seemed so cold. Completely unlike the Richard Lawson she called her father.

  "I'm sorry Angelica, but it's true. I think this is his way of trying to make up for what he felt was a selfish act. He didn't want you to be without a family, aside from me, and I think he wanted to make it up to Logan, in his own way."

  "Okay, so I am entitled to nothing until I can convince Logan to leave his home, and live in the manor with me for a month?"

  "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you can't even move back into the manor until he's agreed to move with you and all you have to live off of is the money in your bank account."

  Terror rushed through her. Her bank account was seriously depleted. She had enough money to pay for her penthouse for exactly one month. She usually just used credit cards, but being that they were all under her fathers name, they were also now off limits. It seemed bizarre, but then again, in the will - Logan was entitled to half of the inheritance, so what person in their right mind would turn down over a billion dollars when all they needed to do was move into a multi-million dollar mansion for a month. Shit, she imagined he'd be falling over himself to get moved in.

  Angelica sighed loudly and shrugged. "Alright Uncle Clayton. Tell me where to find him and I'll convince him to move into the manor."

  The sympathetic smile returned as Clayton straightened in his chair and jotted down the address to her sort-of brother on a slip of letterhead and then passed it to her. "Good luck Angel."

  Good luck? What a strange choice of words. She shook the thoughts of fear from her mind. Considering the emotional trauma she'd been through recently she was sure she was just imagining his apprehension.

  ****

  "Wow." As Angelica pulled her silver Mercedes up to the curb of the building where Logan resided, she was impressed. It was nicer than the building she lived in. It was situated in Manhattan, next to Central Park and one of the highest buildings around, the top floor reaching up into the clouds. At least it appeared that way looking up from inside her car. A knock on her window from the valet pulled her from her shocked state. Turning off the car, she opened the door and slid out passing the keys to the young, freckled, red-haired valet in exchange for a valet ticket.

  As he pulled away she made her way into the building and the lobby was equally as impressive. The decor Victorian in nature and screaming out wealth. My God! Had her father been supporting Logan all these years? How else could he afford to live in such an extravagant place at such a young age? Maybe he's shacked up with some wealthy cougar. She chuckled to herself at the idea.

  After she pressed the call button for the elevator, it dinged and the doors opened. Inside was an elevator attendant, who gave her a smile and curt nod of the head. "Which floor Ma'am?"

  Shit? Which floor? She chewed at her lower lip. The address Clayton had given her only had the street address. With a shrug she gave him an embarrassed smile. "Logan Sinclair."

  "Thank you Ma'am." The attendant pressed the button for the highest floor, the elevator doors closed and she found herself barrelling skyward, the floor numbers lighting as they rose higher and higher. Less than a minute later the elevator dinged again and the doors slid open displaying a large
foyer with a set of mahogany double doors at the end. "Have a good evening Ma'am."

  "Thank you," she called over her shoulder walking up to the doors.

  He has the whole floor to himself. Holy shit!

  She hesitated, her French manicured index finger poised over the doorbell. She was actually feeling butterflies in her stomach. She'd been so confident coming down here, thinking that this would be easy, but if he was able to afford this place without the assistance of her father then maybe convincing him to move into the manor would be a little trickier than she originally expected.

  Taking a shaky breath in, she pressed the buzzer and waited. It was 6pm on a Saturday night so there was the possibility that he wasn't home. She hadn't considered that on her four hour drive into Manhattan from her home in Boston. But she gave herself a little slack, she hadn't been thinking too clearly since her father's unexpected death, so this was a slight oversight.

  She pressed the buzzer again and waited. She was about to turn and leave when the door was flung open, to present a man she presumed to be Logan Sinclair, wearing a pair of black boxers and nothing else. Holy fuck, that's Logan! "I... Ummm."

  Her eyes dropped to his bare feet and slowly worked their way up his firm, muscular calves, to his thick powerful thighs. Without meaning to her eyes paused at the front of his boxers and she could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks as she took notice of the sizable bulge under the thin material of the shorts. Giving her head a quick shake she took in his perfect eight pack abdominals, lean torso and broad hairless chest until they reached his forest green eyes. He looked like he's just out of an underwear ad, he was that gorgeous.

  A smile tugged at his lips as he raised a brow at her. "Can I help you with something? Lost perhaps?" His voice was deep, satiny smooth and sexy in its own right.

  Damn! Well, hello Logan Sinclair!

  ****

  Logan looked down at the young woman who was close, but not quite, a foot shorter than his 6'4 build in front of him with amusement. He hadn't missed the pause she made at his crotch as her eyes examined every inch of his body, nor did he miss the embarrassed blush that quickly followed. She was girl next door cute in her button fly blue jeans and white blouse and he liked it.

  Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned his shoulder against the door jab and continued to wait patiently for her to get over her stammering and finally get to the point of her visit. She had him baffled, she had an elegant air to her screaming refinement and class, despite the casual attire, but so nervous.

  "Am I supposed to be guessing, cause it may take a while if I have to?" he teased.

  "This was a bad idea," she murmured, about to turn.

  Logan caught her upper arm, stopping her. "Nah, go ahead. What do you need?"

  She sighed loudly and ran a shaky hand though her hair. "My name is Angelica Lawson."

  She gave him a wry smile. "I'm the daughter-"

  His mood immediately darkened and he released her arm as if he'd been burnt. "I know who you are and I want you to leave." He began to close the door on her, but she stepped forward and placed a hand on the door, stopping him.

  "Wait. You do?" She closed her eyes, took a deep breath in, released it and opened them back up, her eyes pleading with him. "I really need to talk to you. Please. Just a minute or two... Please."

  The thought of his adoptive father made his blood boil. And he had just didn’t have much patience or use for the child his adoptive father chose over him – he wanted nothing to do with either of them. "I have nothing to say to you. Leave now or I will call security and have you escorted from the property."

  She refused to budge. "Please. Just five minutes."

  "No." He attempted to close the door once more, but she once again stopped him.

  "Dad's dead," she blurted, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

  Ahhh fuck. He had no remorse for the man that abandoned him and his adoptive mother roughly twenty years ago, or the members of his new family. Logan was a man who held grudges and didn't apologize for it. But at the same time his weakness was seeing a woman - any woman - cry.

  His mood softened. "What does that have to do with me? Richard Lawson was nothing to me. I apologize for your loss. But to be frank, why should I care?"

  "Money. He left you money."

  He huffed, slightly insulted. He opened the door wide to his penthouse, which lead to the main room, with its cathedral ceilings. The entire room reeked of high-society and money. "I HAVE money. I own this building as a matter of fact. You can have whatever is coming to me with my blessing."

  Before he could attempt to shut her out a third time, her mood suddenly changed and she gave him a look of determination as she brushed past him and entered his penthouse.

  What the fuck? Is she for real? He watched dumbfounded as she strolled into the main room, and walked over to the large picture window which overlooked Central Park and stared out.

  "It's really beautiful from up here."

  Relenting, and getting the feeling that the only way he was going to get her to leave his home was to hear her out, he closed the door, walked up behind her and stood at her side.

  "Okay, if it means you'll leave, then tell me what you need me to sign - or whatever."

  She gave him a relieved smile that tugged at his resolve slightly. If signing something meant that he'd rid himself of Richard Lawson's daughter for good then he was all for it. He had his own small fortune, built from his own hard work without taking a dime from Richard. He'd refused to take money from Richard, not even for college, and he wasn't about to take money from him now that he was dead.

  She motioned towards the brown leather sofa. "May I?"

  She barges into my house and now she is requesting permission to sit, unbelievable? "By all mean, make yourself at home." If she noticed the sarcasm in his tone, she made no show of it. He watched as she walked over to the sofa, his eyes not helping but dip down to her round ass under the tight denim. His dick immediately went on the alert.

  Ahhh Dammit!

  He quickly made his way over to one of the armchairs facing her and propped one ankle over the opposite knee, concealing any sign of his beginning arousal. He silently cursed himself for answering the door in nothing but boxers. Hell, he cursed even harder that he even answered the door at all.

  She ran a hand through her long silken blonde locks and then peered up at him. "Okay, I'll just cut to the chase."

  "Please do."

  "I need you to come back to Boston with me and live in the manor for a month. At that time the inheritance will be released and we can go about our separate ways."

  ****

  His look of condescension turned to one of shock, before he finally burst out laughing. Oh, that can't be good, Angelica thought to herself, as she watched the rapid change of his expressions as he digested the information. But at least she was inside and reasoning with him. That was a start. And there was no way in hell she was leaving without his word to come back with her. However, considering that he was wealthy in is own right, it made this a little trickier than she'd anticipated.

  Why couldn't he have been poor? Better yet, so unattractive that her eyes wouldn't want to roam his beautiful body or her mind wouldn't wonder what he was concealing under those boxers. Living with him and not wanting him was going to be a problem, since her body was already tingling just by looking at him, despite his hostile demeanour towards her.

  "You're out of your mind Angelica," he finally said once the bout of laughter subsided, with a shake of his head. "No way."

  "But, Logan." Her heart began beating rapidly. No, no, no. She needed him to come back with her. "I need the money, you don't understand. I get nothing if you don't agree. I'll be homeless in a month."

  He rolled his eyes at her. "Then get a job princess, because there is no way in fuck I'm leaving my home and my business here in New York to live in Boston for a month. No way!"

  "It's only four hours away, you can commute."
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br />   He laughed - hard. "No fucking way."

  "Please Logan. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Name it."

  Logan huffed. "There's nothing that I want from you Angelica."

  "Anything." She was pleading now, she could hear the desperation in her voice and cringed inwardly at it, but she had no choice.

  His expression went blank and his eyes travelled up and down her body, slowly, suggestively. She squirmed on the sofa, his intense stare causing her pussy to throb and her juices to pool between her legs. This was wrong. Wasn't it? Should her body be reacting this way towards him? Did it really matter? Had she not been told and met him on the streets she wouldn't have known who he was to her and it wouldn't have mattered then, why now?

  Taking a deep breath in, she released it clearing the unwanted thoughts from her head. This was neither the time nor the place for crazy thoughts like the ones she was having. "Please."

  Once his eyes were finished their blatant, bordering on lewd, exploration of her body his eyes locked onto hers. "Alright. On one condition."

  Angelica smiled. Excitement rushed through her and she had to restrain herself from leaping from the sofa, rushing over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and showering him with kisses. "Anything!"

  He cocked a brow at her and gave her a sarcastic smile. "Anything."

  She nodded. "Anything! Name it and it's yours. Whatever I can do for you."

  "No matter what it is?"

  "No matter," she confirmed, her eyes dancing with happiness. Besides, what could he possibly want from her? "Just tell me what you want and it's yours."

  "Alright. I'll do it, but if you say no to anything I request the deal is off and I am back in New York without looking back."