Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (19 page)

Chapter 29

“Natasha,” I hollered as I got back to my office. “Did a package come for
me today?”

“Not yet. What are you waiting for?” She replied as she came into my
office and sat down.

“I requested some files on Alicia Warren’s old company. There should be
several large packages coming.

“I’ll keep my eye out. Is there anything else I can help with?”

“Yes, please see if you can get a hold of Rebecca, I need her help when
she has a moment. No big hurry though, don’t have her stop working, just ask
her to come over at the end of the day or something.”

“Will do. I’ll get you some coffee. Anything else?”

“No.”

I went straight to work and tried to pull up research with the other name
Alicia had told me. Right away I saw legal charges and businesses under that
name. It was the missing piece of information that I needed to finally get some
answers. Well as many answers as I could get without the direct files from her
company.

My afternoon was spent going through the online information I had found
and running into a lot of roadblocks. I just wasn’t as familiar with this type
of research as I was with regular financial data.

One piece of information that I had been able to find was media coverage
of the legal charges and evidence that was made public against Alicia and her
fellow workers. It appeared the federal government had originally arrested both
Alicia and Bill, but neither were formally charged. I couldn’t find too many
details about why they were not charged, just a lot of statements that said there
was a lack of evidence.

Bill Yobi was released first and then the following day Alicia was
released. Most of the media coverage seemed to believe they were both guilty
but that the government just couldn’t find enough evidence against them.

I decided to delve further into Bill Yobi and his history. My gut said
that he was a major player in the first company’s issues and he was probably
behind whatever was going on with the current company. The way he micromanaged
Alicia, there had to be something he was hiding.

There was a plethora of information on Bill; much of it was very old,
though. In the last ten years, the only information I had been able to find was
the investigation from Alicia’s pervious company. Bill hadn’t had any other
public records issues in the last decade. He had no other legal charges,
speeding tickets or divorces. There was nothing else on him at all.

At first it seemed normal to have no other legal actions, but not for
Bill. For the first forty years of his life, he was constantly involved in
court proceedings. He was married, divorced, had collections accounts, unpaid
parking tickets, etc. It looked extremely odd that suddenly, ten years ago, he
stopped getting in trouble with the law. Except the one obvious charge from Alicia’s
former company.

“You look like you need a friend,” Rebecca said as she came in and locked
the door.

It made me nervous that she wanted to lock the door. I wasn’t in the mood
to fuck her and I didn’t want to make her feel bad for refusing her. I hoped
she had only locked the door to ensure our privacy while we reviewed the
information about ALL Warren Clothing.

“I need your help for sure. I have a different name that Alicia’s old
files are under.”

“Great, let’s see what we can find.”

Rebecca was a computer whiz and I sat back and watched as she scrolled
through page after page of material on Alicia. There were copies of old bank
statements, plane tickets, even an old Facebook account. Rebecca moved too fast
for me to comprehend everything that she found, but she seemed pretty excited.

“There is a bank account in her old name in Switzerland. I can’t see how
much is in the account but I would bet a lot. There would be no other reason to
have a bank account in such a neutral and safe location.”

“So were they hiding the money from the feds after the last company went
bust?” I asked.

“Probably, but who knows. Alicia could be hiding the money from everyone,
or it’s possible she doesn’t even know the account is there. I don’t have the
ability to see who else has access to the account.” Rebecca had thoroughly
confused me.

“Basically we still have no idea what’s going on?”

“No, we know a lot more. First, we should look at this warehouse in New
York. It’s listed as the mailing address for the bank account in Switzerland.
Also, we still need that list of employees from Alicia. I think we have clearly
established they are not reporting all their employee pay, but we need to see
just how deep this goes.”

My mind swirled with all the information we had found. It seemed very
clear that Alicia was involved in money laundering. She had a bank account in
her name offshore and she had changed her name even. I had held onto hope that
she was not involved. Her personality just did not seem like the one of someone
who would do something that that, but the evidence was stacking up.

“Oh, Evan, look at this,” Rebecca said as she looked up some complaints
about ALL Warren Clothing.

“What is it?”

“These companies are saying that they received extra invoices from this
New York warehouse location. Many of these complaints say they tried to contact
someone at ALL Warren and they denied that an extra invoice had been sent,”
Rebecca said as she continued to search through information.

“Maybe it was just a mistake?”

“Forty-two of them were reported last year. That’s a lot of people
claiming there was a mistake. That’s just the ones who reported it. I bed there
were plenty of people who just paid the invoices and never realized and extra
one had been issued.”

“Wow, I just don’t know what to think,” I said as I leaned back in my
chair and looked out my window.

Nothing seemed to fit what I knew about Alicia. She didn’t seem like the
kind of woman who would do something like that. I wanted to believe that
someone else in her company had control of these things, but the evidence was
stacking up.

“You should go out to this warehouse and check it out. Maybe see if there
is anything fishy going on out there.”

Rebecca seemed to think I was some sort of detective or something. She
had totally forgotten that I was a tailored suit wearing stock broker.
Investigating businesses only happened on a computer for me, but in this case I
had paid for an online investigator to help. I wasn’t equipped to go sneaking
around warehouses and trying to find secret information.

“It’s a warehouse. What could I possibly find there?”

“I don’t know. But if you really want to get to the bottom of all this
you should go check it out.”

Rebecca got up from the computer and walked over toward me. I could see
the look in her eyes and she didn’t want to talk anymore.

“I should get going soon. Thanks for helping me with this research,” I
said as I stood up and tried to walk toward the door.

Rebecca stopped me and grabbed a hold of my arm.

“I think we have time for some fun,” she said with a smile.

“Oh, we don’t have to. Thanks for helping me though, I really appreciate
it.”

I leaned in to give her a hug and hoped that would be enough to get her
going, but as I hugged her she reached down and grabbed my cock.

Her hand started to stroke me and my body reacted to her. It was a
natural response that I just couldn’t stop. I didn’t actually want to fuck her
though. But my body told her a totally different story. My body told her yes.

Rebecca got onto her knees and unzipped my pants. Her hand slipped in and
pulled out my throbbing cock.

“Seriously, Rebecca, I need to get going.”

“Mmm, something tells me you can stay a little bit longer.”

I knew she wasn’t going to stop. She had her mind set on having fun in my
office and I either needed to get on board with her plan or hurt her feelings
by kicking her out.

I needed Rebecca to continue to help me with my investigation. So I
needed to give her what she wanted.

Her lips moved against my throbbing organ and I held onto her hair. I
pressed slightly on the back of her head to show her I wanted it deeper. I
loved a good deep throat job.

My eyes closed and I found myself imagining Alicia’s lips around me. It
made the experience so much hotter. I grabbed Rebecca and pulled her up to my
desk. She turned around and bent over the edge while I hiked her skirt up and
pulled her panties down.

With a quick motion I pulled a condom out of my draw and slid it on. I
didn’t actually have a lot of sex in my office. But I often went out to the bar
after work and needed to grab a couple condoms, just in case. I had a supply at
home as well as at work to make it easy.

My body slid into Rebecca and she moaned with delight. There was
something naughty about fucking in an office and I hadn’t done it in a long
time.

“Shhh,” I said as I continued to thrust.

“Oh, Natasha doesn’t care. She’s the biggest nymphomaniac I know.”

I would have to revisit that topic with Rebecca later. I would have loved
to of heard more about Natasha’s sexual habits. That was the kind of gossip I
liked to be kept in the loop on.

I continued to thrust and Rebecca did her best to be quiet. Her ass was
delicious to look at and I held onto her full hips to get the best leverage I
could. She was fun, I had to admit that. But I didn’t want to be fucking her. I
wanted to have Alicia bent over my desk and fucking her.

“Harder,” Rebecca moaned.

“You have to be quiet,” I said as I grabbed her head and pulled her up.

I put my hand around her mouth as I thrust deep inside of her. My body
urged itself on until I felt the tension build up in Rebecca. She moaned and
opened her mouth big as her body released.

Then out of the blue she bit down on my hand and I yelled out in pain.

“What the fuck Rebecca?”

I pulled out of her without finishing and quickly pulled my pants back
up. My hand was bleeding as I walked over to the sink to rinse it off. I had
never wanted to slap a woman my entire life as much as I wanted to hit Rebecca
in that moment.

In fact, I had never really had the urge to strike a woman ever. My whole
life, even when I was around a particularly annoying girl, I didn’t want to hit
them. That was why the urge to hit Rebecca flowed through me with such
surprise.

Of course I didn’t actually hit her. But I kept thinking about it and
thought I would probably continue to think about it long after she was away
from me. The way she had latched down hard onto my had was no accident. I
didn’t care if she was in the middle of
 
cumming or not. You just don’t bite people like that.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Evan. I must have done it in the moment. I’m sorry.
Let me help.”

“No, I’ve got it. Why don’t you head back to work? I’ll talk to you
tomorrow.”

“Alright, talk to you later,” she said and she came up behind me and
kissed the back of my neck.

She fucking bit me. I had never had a woman actually bite me like that.
Sure, I had some good scratches to my back and one time a woman playfully bit
my chest and left a bruise. Never had I ever actually had a woman draw blood
from a bite.

For some reason, I didn’t feel like it was an accident.

Rebecca seemed much more calculating than she had been before. Her normal
bubbly personality was gone and I felt faced with a complete stranger. There
was definitely something going on with Rebecca and I didn’t want to stick
around to figure it out.

Chapter 30

I spent another long night without sleep as I thought about the warehouse
that was in New York. By morning, I had decided to take the day off of work,
rent a car and drive out to where the warehouse was.

I was prepared for Natasha to be a little shocked when I called into the
office. It was unusual for me to take time off and even more unusual that I
wouldn’t have planned it for months in advance.

“I’m not going to be in today,” I said to Natasha when I called in.

“Who is this?”

“Funny. It’s Evan. I have something to do. Please cancel my
appointments.”

“What? You haven’t missed a day…ever. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m just doing some investigating.”

“Alright, I’ll just tell people you are sick. Is that ok?”

“Yes, that is great.”

When I hung up the phone, I knew I had just thrown Natasha for a loop. In
all our years working together I had never actually called in sick. One time, I
had been very ill and came to work and then left early. But never had I totally
cancelled a whole day. In the world of the stock market, people didn’t really
take days off. If the market was open, I was at work.

Driving my rental car didn’t feel normal to me. The last time I drove
with Rebecca was the only time I had driven in several years. Living in New
York, there just was no need for it.

I was so thankful to have MapQuest on my phone. I really didn’t know how
people were able to get anywhere without the directions from their phones. I
relied on them within the city when I walked to new restaurants; I certainly
needed the maps guidance in finding where the warehouse was.

The warehouse was located in Cooperstown, New York. Well actually just
about ten miles south of there in the middle of nowhere. It took me a long time
driving around before I actually found the address since it was located a long
ways into the woods.

It didn’t look like a place you would want your warehouse to be.

The road was gravel and wasn’t suitable for semi-trucks. To get to the
warehouse, you had to drive on a winding road that seemed pretty impossible for
big trucks to navigate in the winter. Something was fishy, I felt it right
away.

As I pulled up to the address there was a fence around the warehouse.
Sometimes warehouses had fences, so that wasn’t particularly worrisome. The thing
that caught me off guard was the armed security guard who came out to my
vehicle when I pulled up. Why would you need an armed security guard at a
clothing warehouse?

“This is private property, sir; I’m going to need you to turn around.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry. I’m lost. Can you tell me where the baseball hall of
fame is?”

Again, totally out of the ordinary. A normal warehouse would ask someone
if they could help them. Perhaps ask if I was there to see someone specific or
at least check my driver’s license. This guy knew I wasn’t supposed to be there
and made sure I knew it as well.

“It’s about ten miles north,” the man said as he pointed and then went
back into his small building.

I turned the car around and drove down the road, but I wasn’t about to
leave. I knew for a fact that something was going on in there. Something that
certainly didn’t have anything to do with a new fashion clothing line.

It took me about thirty minutes of driving around before I found a dirt
road that ran parallel to the warehouse. I pulled off to the side of the road
and made my way through the woods toward the building.

I moved slowly and tried not to make any noise as I walked through the
forest. Unfortunately, a forest is rather noisy when you have sticks everywhere
and have to try and walk over them.
 
I
wasn’t use to being in the woods and I certainly wasn’t comfortable with trying
to sneak into a warehouse that had an armed guard. But I was convinced that the
information I needed was inside the warehouse. I had to get in. I had to help
Alicia and try and save her company from going on. I knew that another tragedy
with his company would have my organization seeing red. We wouldn’t be able to
make much money at all and most of our stick holdings would be decreasing at rapid
numbers. I would lose a lot of clients, and money.

Luckily I had put on tennis shoes and jeans and wasn’t wearing one of my
tailored suits. It took about twenty minutes of walking through the thick brush
before I found the perfect spot to observe the warehouse. Surprisingly, there
were only two cars in the entire area around the building..

I sat in the bushes and watched the building for awhile. No one seemed to
go inside or come outside. It wasn’t a typical warehouse and I was sure of
that. But I had no idea what else could be going on inside of there.

I was about to leave when I saw a man come out of the building and get
into his car. Shortly after the first man left, a second one also left. Since I
had watched the building for several hours I knew there was only the one
security guard at the front. Well, that was assuming there wasn’t any inside,
but since there were no other cars, I hoped that meant there were no other men
in there.

My mind had been made up and I wanted to see inside the building. I had
driven way too far to just look at the outside and not actually go into the
building. I walked around the perimeter to see if there were any areas where I
could get inside the gate. To my surprise, the actual security around the
building wasn’t that great. The gate was stretched out and broken in several
areas and I even noticed a back door that looked like it wasn’t all the way
shut.

Slowly, I slid through an opening in the fence and made my way to the
open door. I tried to stay as quiet as I could and hoped that the armed
security guard was only located at the front gate and there were none inside
the building. I certainly wasn’t prepared to deal with an armed officer.

I pulled the door opened and walked slowly inside the building. I had
expected it to be filled with boxes or other warehouse type things, but instead
I found an empty building. The entire middle of the building was empty with
just a few boxes around. There were offices along one wall on the top and
bottom of the building, but they were all dark.

There didn’t seem to be any reason to have security at this building at
all. Even if there were people who worked there during the day, why have an
armed security guard at the front gate?

I needed to investigate more. I hadn’t come all the way out to the middle
of New York just to find a little information, I needed all of it. Investigating
certainly wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t believe that I was even out there. I was
the guy who didn’t want to do recreational sports because I would get dirty.
Climbing around an old warehouse was way out of my comfort zone.

I decided to start at the top of the warehouse and look through those
offices first. There was enough light coming from the main room for me to be
able to see into each of the rooms. I went slowly and kept an eye out for the
security guard. The last thing I needed was him coming into the warehouse and
shooting me.

Although the security guard didn’t look all that tough, the fact that he
was carrying a gun made him immediately scary. It was also scary because he
looked young enough to not understand the consequences of shooting someone.
Young and dumb was not something I wanted to go up against.

The first two rooms were totally empty, but when I got to the second
room, I noticed a stack of boxes that looked very similar to the ones I had
seen at the new offices of ALL Warren Clothing. I really couldn’t tell if they
were the same boxes or not because I hadn’t had enough time to go through them
at the office.

I decided it was the best time to try and find the information we needed
on the company. I quickly flipped through the boxes to find the payroll box and
tried to find the most recent one. It looked like the most recent was about a
year old, but I grabbed it. There was no place to make a copy of it so I just
folded it up and put it into my pocket.

I spent another ten minutes flipping through the boxes to see if I could
find anything else that looked like I needed it. Unfortunately, nothing else
caught my eye so I continued on to the next office. There was a desk in the
office that looked like it was occupied during the day, probably by one of the
men who had left earlier. Nothing seemed too unusual except that the desk and
the file cabinet behind it were all locked.

There was a noise downstairs.

I froze and then looked out over the ledge to see what was going on. The
security officer appeared to be making his rounds. I went and hid under the
desk and hoped he wouldn’t find me. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he
could hear me. My breath was rapid and I tried everything to get it under
control.

I wasn’t cut out for the Mission Impossible stuff. I was a stock broker;
I needed to get out of there and get back to what I knew. My heart continued to
pound out of control as I waited for it to be totally clear.

I probably waited a lot longer than I needed to under the desk, but I had
to be sure the guard was gone. After five minutes of not hearing anything, I
crawled out from the desk and made my way down the stairs. I wanted to just
leave, but something called me toward the downstairs offices and I decided I
should at least take a look before I left.

When I walked into the first office my mouth dropped open. There was a
stack of money on a table and a dollar counting machine next to it. I wanted to
touch it. My instant urge was to grab it all up and carry it out of the
building with me. But I didn’t want to leave any clues that someone had been in
the building.

There were two large duffle bags under the table that I needed to see
inside. I wrapped my fingers inside of my shirt and unzipped one of the bags.
Sure enough, it was filled with cash as well. I didn’t know how much was there,
but it was all in twenty dollar bills so I assumed there was a lot of money
between the two bags and the money on the table.

Slowly, I left that room and moved onto the next one. It had a desk
similar to the one upstairs but no file cabinet. In the third room there was a
huge safe that I didn’t try to open.

I had seen enough and was afraid the security guard was going to come
through again soon, so I made my way back to the side door. I crawled through
the fence and hurried through the woods to my car. I didn’t stop to take a
break and I didn’t look back at all. My adrenaline rushed through my veins as I
sped down the dirt road and made my way back toward the city.

I didn’t know what all I had seen yet. I did know that there was not a
fully stocked warehouse in New York. I wanted to called Alicia and ask her
about what I had found. I was angry. Mostly because I felt lied to about the
type of person she was, but also because I still deep down wanted to believe
that she didn’t know about that warehouse and what was going on.

My logical side knew that Alicia had to of known what was going on. She
couldn’t be the CEO of the company with all these people reporting back to her
and she wasn’t aware that there was a fake warehouse.

My mind raced all the way back into the city. I zoned out as I drove and
really needed to talk to someone about everything that I had found. My first
instinct was to call Rebecca, but since I now had a bandage on my hand where
she had bitten me I decided I needed to enlist Mike to help me instead.

It was too late to get him to help that night though, so I returned my
car and headed home. As I walked past Edwards a small urge pulled me to go
inside, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to deal with anymore women. I just wanted
to sleep.