Mr. Arrogant: A Billionaire Romance

MR. ARROGANT

A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE By..

ALEXIS GOLD

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Summary

Naomi Bradshaw has just landed a job that will change her life in more ways than one...

Billionaire CEO Jonathon Cross is incredibly handsome, extremely smart and astonishingly powerful.

Unfortunately, he is also the most
ARROGANT
man that Naomi has ever met and now she has landed a high paying job as his personal assistant. A job that Naomi is determined to be very professional about despite what temptations might arise when working close with a well known playboy.

Little does she know, her indifference towards him is actually driving him to want her as more than an assistant and now he is willing to do anything to make it happen.

What Jonathon Cross wants, Jonathon Cross gets. Or so he will say... 

Copyright Notice

Alexis Gold
Mr Arrogant  © 2015,  Alexis Gold
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

Contents

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

Chapter8

Chapter9

Chapter1

A fuzzy looking orange cat stretched out lazily along the back of the sofa as the warm golden sun streamed into the large window. The window was one of hundreds set into the side of a building that stretched from the chaotic concrete streets of Manhattan upward to the clouds that floated over the city. The cat purred contentedly, his eyes closed and his body unmoving, as five dark fingers tipped with Merlot colored nail polish combed through his unruly wild fur.

“Harold…” the woman he owned said as she drew her nails along the length of him, “why don’t you go get a job and support us and I’ll lay around in the sunshine and spy on the fish in the tank.”

Her light sky blue eyes contemplated him wistfully for a long moment as her full luscious lips formed into the hint of a frown. “It’s a good thing I love you, cat,” she told him with a quiet sigh. Naomi Bradshaw tipped her head and gazed at her cat, her long, loosely curled black hair spilling slightly over her shoulder as she did so. The sunlight coming in through the window made her dark bronze skin seem to glow with a warm depth and an exotic golden hue.

“It’s a good thing he has you!” her best friend voiced as she refilled their mugs with steaming black coffee. “The day you bought him home from the rescue facility was the luckiest day of his life.” She set the carafe back on the table and raised her warm brown eyes to meet her friend’s gaze.

Naomi uncurled her long slender legs and moved them off the edge of the leather sofa, putting her feet on the floor as she leaned over to lift her mug of coffee from the table and gave a smile to her friend, Andrea.

Andrea was sassy; everything about Andrea was sassy, from her super short-cropped hair that was usually bathed in gel to stiffen it. She liked to style it to suit her mood, which at that moment was a fiery one, so there were short chunks and tufts of hair fluffed out in every direction. Her makeup was colorful to complement her bold choices in fashion and clothing. Andrea was wearing snug pants over her generously round and full figure, topped with a hot pink blouse that floated over her hefty bosom and drifted around her wide waistline. Her delicate little hand and dainty fingers, tipped with hot pink polish, reached for her coffee mug and she smiled back at Naomi.

Naomi was the antithesis of Andrea. Tall and lean, muscular and still with feminine curves, she preferred the outdoors and the gym, and it showed in her physique. She slid her fingers beneath the cuffs of her sand colored sweater and tugged the sleeves up to just below her elbows.

“He is lucky,” she agreed with Andrea, “he just doesn’t seem to care.” She laughed and shook her head lightly as she brought her coffee mug to her rounded lips and sipped at the hot liquid.

Andrea held her mug in her hands and looked curiously at Naomi. “So what was the big news you wanted to tell me all about? I’ve waited to hear it all morning. You have your coffee, so now tell me what’s going on! You know I’m not patient!”

Naomi smiled widely as she glanced at her mug and ran her fingertips back and forth over it before looking back at Andrea. “Well,” she sighed and then took a deep breath, “you know that I’ve been putting my resume and job applications in all over the city.”

Andrea nodded. “Yeah. You haven’t gotten very good responses; at least, not what you’re looking for. You’re either over-qualified, over-educated, or they can’t pay you what you’re worth.”

“Well, I finally got an interview with a company that I think I could really work well for me. It’s at Cross Corp. I’ll go in to see them the day after tomorrow.” She bit her lip as she looked at Andrea. “I’m so nervous!”

Andrea laughed and shook her head. “Well that’s great news! Don’t be nervous. You’re brilliant; they would be lucky to have you there with them. What’s the job you’re applying for?”

“It’s for an executive administrative position. I’d basically be doing all the work for whichever executive needs help.” She giggled and lifted her mug to her lips to sip her coffee.

Andrea shrugged. “Well, at least it’s a good job. There are plenty of people out there without jobs right now, though none of them are as on top of their game as you are.”

Naomi nodded thoughtfully and set her mug in her lap with her fingers closed firmly around it.  Harold the cat opened his eyes and looked at her as he stopped purring. She didn’t notice his discontent at not being petted.

“I have another interview as well. It’s with Whitfield and Associates.” Naomi added with slightly less enthusiasm. Harold flicked his tail at her and narrowed his green eyes in irritation.

Andrea lifted her chin. “What kind of place is that?” she asked curiously.

“It’s a law firm. A big one. Their looking for the same sort of help; but it’s for their lead attorney, so it’s not so much business as it is law, and I’m not really well versed in law; you know, my strong points are business, but for some reason they are interested in talking with me, so we’ll see.” She said with a noncommittal lift of one shoulder.

Andrea frowned. “Well that’s good, I guess, but I don’t know why they would want to see you. Maybe they just need someone who can run everything. You said it’s a big law firm.”

“It’s really big.” Naomi said softly, raising her eyebrows in emphasis.

“So when do you see them?” Andrea asked, tipping her coffee cup back.

Naomi reached her hand up to pet Harold, who was flicking his tail in extreme annoyance at her. He closed his eyes and began to purr again. “Well, I told them I would go in and see them after I see Cross Corp, just so I don’t have two interviews in one day. I would really like to stay focused on just one interview each day, and really give them the best that I am able to give them of myself, I don’t want to worry about having to rush out to get to another interview, and presenting myself to another company and all of that, if that makes any sense.”

Andrea nodded and set her cup on the table between them. It was a glass table in a contemporary design, with silver metal framing. It suited the rest of the furnishings in Naomi’s apartment It matched two other tables in the room as well as three silver lamps and a bench near the front door.

“It makes perfect sense.” Andrea assured her. “I wouldn’t want the stress of more than one interview in a day, either. I can’t imagine the mental exhaustion that would give a person.”

Naomi laughed. “I don’t think I’d be exhausted, but I would be distracted and thinking about them both, and so because of that, I feel like I wouldn’t give either of them my full attention.” She turned her gaze toward Harold for a moment. “I think I’m going to do really well, as long as I prepare myself that way and give myself the best possible springboard start for both interviews.”

She stared into her cat’s green eyes as he watched her. She wasn’t thinking of Harold at that moment, she was thinking of her parents, and her mind was nowhere near the room or the moment that she was pondering.

Andrea watched her silently for a moment and then spoke softly, “What’s on your mind, Naomi?”

Naomi turned her translucent turquoise eyes to her friend. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I was thinking about my parents.” She sighed and looked away for a moment before looking back up at Andrea.

Her best friend pouted in sympathy for her. “I know they would be so proud of you and all that you’ve done.”

Naomi nodded slightly. “I hope that they would. My mama and daddy both worked so hard to give me everything that I have; everything that I wanted to go after in this world. It seems like every day I get just a little further ahead, and it is hard being unable to share each little success with them. I wish so much that they could both be here with me.”

Andrea touched her hand to her heart. “Oh honey, I know you do.” She leaned forward a little and rested her elbows on her knees. “You know, you never talk about what happened to them. I just know that they are gone, but I have no idea how that happened. Do you want to talk about it?” she offered with a warm smile, her brown eyes soft and caring.

Naomi blinked and considered her friend’s offer for a long moment. “You know what; I guess I don’t really talk about it too much. I would be okay telling you what happened. I just don’t bring it up in case people don’t want to know.

It’s really tragic and most people aren’t interested in hearing about tragic things, I guess, or at least, that’s what it seems like to me. So, I really do not want to burden anyone with it. But since you asked me, though, I’ll tell you.”

“Are you sure?” Andrea asked tenderly.

Naomi smiled a little at her. “Yeah, it’s okay.” She finished her coffee and set the mug on the table, leaning back into the black leather sofa and absentmindedly running her hand over Harold’s back and tail as she spoke.

Her eyes darkened slightly as if she was looking back in time in her mind, and she began to tell her friend about the day she lost her parents.

“My mom and dad lived in a little house in upstate New York. They always lived there; it was the house they moved into when they were married and they never lived anywhere else. I think my mom wanted to move south, like to a warmer state, but then I came along and they focused their whole lives around me. When I was growing up, and even into adulthood, it was always all about me. They never thought of themselves.” Her throat tightened and she had to pause to take a deep breath and steady herself.

“I knew how much they loved me, and how supportive they were of me. None of my friends’ parents ever seemed to do as much as mine did, and I saw it when I was really young. It became so important for me to do everything I could to meet their expectations.

"I worked really hard at everything; getting good grades, making sure I did everything I could in school, passing every test, taking extra credit classes… sports, clubs, student body… I just kept wanting to please them, wanting to show them how much I appreciated all that I knew that they were sacrificing for me. So everything I could do, I did. I did it, and I made sure I did it successfully. I almost never lost or failed, and when I did, it was such a blow to me. But my mom and dad would always tell me that it would be okay and that I had done my best and it was enough. But it wasn’t; at least to me.” She reached over to the small table beside the sofa and pulled a tissue out of the box. Naomi wiped at her nose and eyes and smiled at Andrea.

“You’re still just like that.” Andrea said with a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, I am.” Naomi shrugged. “My mom worked in a music store and my dad worked on cars, so we were a pretty average family in town; no frills or extra money really, but they saved every penny they could so that when I was ready to go to college, I could. I tried for scholarships and I got some, but not enough to pay for everything. My parents gave me everything they had, and they paid for it all. Every penny of it. They believed in me like no one else ever did.”

Andrea nodded at her and listened quietly.

“Then, in January of my last year of college, my mom and dad were driving to see me, and they got caught in an ice storm. My dad was a really good driver, but there was a big semi-truck that jack-knifed on the highway and slammed right into them. They were both killed right there on the spot.” She covered her eyes with her hands and breathed in slowly and deeply, just to steady herself and try to assuage the pain and heartache.

“I had to take a little time off from school to handle everything. I took care of their funerals, and got them both buried together in the little town cemetery. Then I found out just how much they had really done to help me.

"Their house had a mortgage on it so I could be in school. My parents never told me that. They hadn’t been able to save quite enough to send me, so they took out a mortgage on the house to make it happen. I was still in school with just four months until graduation. I had no money… no way to pay for the outstanding debt on our home, so the bank took it. I lost them and the house all at once. It was the single worst month of my life.”

She yanked another tissue out of the box and held it to her face as she breathed shallow breaths, trying to keep herself calm.

“I was able to take a few things out of our house, but most of it was auctioned off to cover debt. The house sold, and I was alone at school with nothing but my graduation ahead of me.” She closed her eyes tight for a moment and then looked off into the distance as she rubbed her hand over Harold.

“I graduated and there was no one there for me; no one to celebrate the success I had worked so hard to achieve. After a lifetime of having them both there with me for everything, I had reached the pinnacle of their dreams and of mine, and they were gone. It was so hard. I decided that I would continue to be successful, and that I would always make sure that not everything that they gave up for me was going to be sacrificed in vain. I’ve worked so hard and I always will, just so that wherever they are, they know how much I loved them and appreciated them.” She spoke the last few words softly, as emotion gripped her body tightly.

Andrea watched her and asked, “Is that why you always have unbelievable drive? You’re so determined to make everything as much of a success as you possibly can, and I have always admired that about you, but I didn’t know that this was why.”

Naomi nodded. “That’s why,” she said quietly as she looked at her friend. “That’s why it means so much to me to get this job at Cross Corp. I mean, the other job at the law firm would be great, but it’s not the best that I can do; I can do so much better, and I want to. I have to, for me and for them. It’s vital. This job would be another huge accomplishment for me. It’s what I went to school for. I really, really want it so much. I can’t not get it. I can’t let my parents or myself down like that.”