A Billionaire Dom (The Holden Brothers Book 3) Read online

  A Billionaire Dom

  The Holden Brothers 3

  M. S. Parker

  Belmonte Publishing, LLC

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Contents

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  The Holden Brothers Reading order

  1. Jude

  2. Davin

  3. Linsey

  4. Davin

  5. Linsey

  6. Davin

  7. Linsey

  8. Davin

  9. Linsey

  10. Davin

  11. Linsey

  12. Davin

  13. Linsey

  14. Davin

  15. Linsey

  16. Davin

  17. Linsey

  18. Davin

  19. Linsey

  20. Davin

  21. Linsey

  22. Davin

  23. Linsey

  24. Davin

  25. Linsey

  26. Davin

  27. Linsey

  28. Davin

  29. Linsey

  30. Davin

  31. Linsey

  32. Davin

  33. Linsey

  34. Davin

  35. Linsey

  36. Davin

  37. Linsey

  38. Davin

  39. Linsey

  40. Jude

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  The Holden Brothers Reading order

  Thank you for reading A Billionaire Dom, the final book in my new series, The Holden Brothers. Each book is about a different brother and can be read standalone, but I highly recommend reading the books in this order:

  1. A Billionaire Gentleman

  2. A Billionaire Rebel

  3. A Billionaire Dom (This book)

  One

  Jude

  Twenty-six years had passed, and while Heidi Titan wasn’t in my thoughts every day, I did think about her now and again. When I did, I always saw her the same way. Golden brown hair cut in the latest style – or at least the latest style from back then – and pretty blue eyes. Slender and delicate-looking, she’d looked like a stiff wind could blow her over, but she’d always been stronger than she appeared.

  I’d seen that strength the first time I met her, and I’d always admired it about her. Each time we met, I’d see another piece of herself that she’d kept hidden away.

  I sighed and set down the picture I kept in my desk. Cynthia knew about it, but she’d never asked who the woman was or why the picture had been there during the course of our entire marriage. My ex-wife, Rachel, hadn’t been as trusting. Heidi hadn’t been the first woman Rachel had accused me of having an affair with, and she had been far from the last.

  “Why did you name him after me?” I murmured, rubbing my forehead. “You didn’t think that keeping him from knowing anything about his father, but giving him my name wouldn’t someday bite someone in the ass?”

  Frustrated with someone I couldn’t argue with, I stood up fast enough to make myself light-headed, and I grabbed the back of the chair to steady myself. Most of the time, I rarely thought about my age, but I was really feeling it this morning. Actually, if I was going to be honest, I’d started feeling it last night when I’d gotten a visit from Heidi’s son.

  Seventy-eight.

  When had that happened?

  Some days, when I woke up, I half-expected to see Dorcas sleeping next to me, and she’d been gone for nearly four decades. Not because I wished she was there. Not in a real way. I missed Dorcas, but the pain had long since faded to nostalgia and wistfulness.

  I loved my current wife as much as I’d loved my first wife, but they weren’t really that much alike. I’d been a completely different person when I’d first met Dorcas than I had been when Cynthia and I first met.

  I walked over to the window behind my desk. It was the first day of September, and while that might’ve signaled ‘fall’ to a lot of people, it didn’t in Houston, Texas. We’d recently had a big storm, but the sun was out today, and it promised to be as hot as ever.

  “Why didn’t you reach out?” I was aware I was talking out loud to someone who wasn’t there, but since I couldn’t exactly talk to Heidi, this had to suffice. “I know I told you it wasn’t a good idea, but you could’ve done it when there was still time to say goodbye.”

  I turned around at the soft knock on my office door. Cynthia smiled at me from the doorway, her light brown eyes warm. Even in her casual clothes, with her long, dark hair pulled back in a braid, she made my heart beat faster. No matter what other people thought, she wasn’t a trophy wife or a gold digger. She was just a woman who made me happy.

  “You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?” She came over to my side and took my hand. “You didn’t sleep much last night.”

  “No, I didn’t,” I admitted. I kissed the top of her head. “I have to admit, with everything that’s been going on in the past couple months, I would’ve thought I was unshockable. Then JP Ives showed up at our front door.”

  “It has been a strange couple of months,” she agreed. “Between Deklin’s engagement to his half-sister and you deciding to play matchmaker with a showgirl, anyone would have a headache. And that doesn’t even address all of the insanity surrounding Damon. You’re lucky you haven’t keeled over from a heart attack.”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “You really do have a way with words.”

  She leaned against me. “Nice to know my Masters in English from Brown is good for something.”

  “Have you given any more thought to going after your doctorate?” I asked, taking a little detour in our conversational path.

  “I have,” she said, giving me a knowing grin, “but this isn’t what we’re talking about.”

  Dammit.

  “Come on, Jude. This kid showing up out of nowhere has you rattled.”

  “It does.” I sighed. “Rattled and sad. Never meeting JP was always the way this was supposed to go, but I hadn’t imagined that Heidi’s death would send him my way.”

  “Do you wish you would’ve stayed in touch with her?”

  I shook my head. “No. She needed a clean break.”

  “It’s okay to be sad.” She squeezed his hand. “And it’s okay to want to help JP.”

  “I do,” I said. “And I will. I’ll look after him and protect him as much as I do Davin, Damon, or Deklin. I owe that to Heidi.”

  “You’re also doing it because you’re a good man, Jude Holden.” She kissed my cheek. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

  As she left, her words echoed in my head. One of the many reasons I loved her was that she saw the man under the money and under the name. She was wise enough to know I was far from perfect, but she knew I tried my hardest to be a good man.

  I just hoped everyone else would see that too.

  Two

  Davin

  I ignored the “for lease” designation and pulled up the property information. One of the first things my grandfather had taught me about the family business was that just because something wasn’t listed as being for sale didn’t mean a negotiation couldn’t change
things. Sometimes, it didn’t take much to convince an owner that selling was a better bargain than renting, but it was always best to go into all situations prepared for things to be difficult.

  As the CFO of Holden Enterprises, the company’s money was my business. Eventually, I’d replace my father as the CEO, but having had accounting as my minor when I went to Columbia for my MBA meant that being installed as the Chief Financial Officer after Grandad retired had just made sense. More sense than Dad being in charge of the company’s finances.

  I loved my father, but our relationship was…complicated. I knew my brothers thought Dad and I were close, but I sometimes wondered if Dad was ever close with anyone. Damon and Deklin saw only that our father and I worked long hours at the same business, not that we rarely talked about anything other than business

  Even as a kid, one way or another, it’d always been about business. The grades I would need, the skills I had to master, the degree I was expected to earn. For as far back as I could remember, each time report cards came out, my brothers and I had been sat down with our parents to go over our grades and discuss the areas we might need help.

  Mom had always been the one to work with my brothers while Dad had assigned himself to me. By the time I’d gotten to junior high, I’d pushed myself hard enough that Dad had let me stop our extra study and homework sections – as long as my grades hadn’t slipped.

  I shook thoughts of the past out of my head. There was no point in dwelling on the past. I usually didn’t have a problem keeping my focus on the here and now, but for the last couple weeks, I’d found myself drawn back there, wondering at the path my life had taken and what would have been different if I’d stepped out of line at some point instead of always doing what was expected of me.

  I’d deliberately made each decision that had led me to this point in my life, and I’d done it all with my eyes wide open. I wasn’t a weak person, manipulated into things I didn’t want to do. This was the life I’d chosen, no matter how I’d been groomed to take over the family business.

  It wasn’t regret, exactly, that had me thinking about the past. Over the last few weeks, both of my brothers had completely turned their lives upside-down. The baby brother who’d only ever wanted to be a part of Holden Enterprises had defied our father’s wishes for a marriage to the daughter of a wealthy family friend and instead chosen a former Vegas showgirl with a four-year-old son as his fiancée. Going against Dad’s strict religious views, Deklin was moving Sofi and Dallas here to Houston to live with him before he and Sofi married.

  Then there was Damon. He’d always done his own thing, pursuing a career in music even when Dad hadn’t approved, and eventually forming Holden, one of the biggest country bands in the last few years. Now, Holden was gone, having been dissolved after a car accident had left one band member dead and others injured. In the middle of all that, he’d met Jae Knox, a woman who’d made him re-evaluate everything.

  That reminded me. I needed to talk to the PR department. Damon had called me this morning to tell me about a story that was in the process of breaking. Jae’s ex had attacked her at the store where she worked, and then he’d come after her at her apartment.

  Damon had assured me that everyone was okay and that it was a clear-cut case of self-defense, but the paparazzi didn’t always like the truth if they could come up with a more sensational lie. Either way, the PR department needed to prepare a statement.

  If we pretended nothing happened, chances were that someone would decide that meant we had something to hide. I’d intended to take care of it at lunch, but I’d gotten caught up in an article regarding new pricing trend predictions.

  I picked up the phone and pulled out the notepad where I’d written down the information Damon had given me. Half the time, PR’s job was to correct misinformation since fact-checking stories before going to print seemed to have gone out the window nowadays.

  I wasn’t even thirty yet, and I sounded like an old man, I realized.

  At least the people Grandad had hired for public relations knew how to do their job and do it well. Less than fifteen minutes later, I was off the phone and satisfied that whatever the media threw at us, we could handle.

  With that out of the way, I went back to my research regarding the commercial property I was going to recommend the company make an offer on. Rumor had it that a massive online retailer was looking for a new place to house their corporate offices, and Houston was on the shortlist.

  The building had only a handful of companies already renting space, and I believed that a little rearranging would allow me to pitch a large enough portion of the building to accommodate the retailer. The current renters might be opposed to the idea at first, but I was confident I could put together an incentive package for each one that would eliminate any objections.

  Someone knocked on my door, and I answered without looking their way. “Come in.”

  I finished the last word in the sentence I’d been reading just as my door closed. Annoyed, I turned toward my visitor, ready with a reprimand regarding making assumptions about whether or not I wanted my door open…a reprimand that fell away when I realized the person standing in my office wasn’t an employee.

  Willa Ross. Tall and slender, with short copper curls and light blue eyes, she was exquisite. She had flawless skin, with a peaches and cream complexion that I enjoyed leaving a mark on. A true masochist, she always begged for more.

  But she had absolutely no right to be in my office.

  “I thought you would like a surprise, Master.” Her voice was sultry. A voice that could make a man hard with just a few words.

  I was too pissed at the impudence she demonstrated, coming here without my permission, to have any thought of arousal yet. She’d have to do better than that. I stood up and came around my desk to tower over her. Her heels put her just under six feet, but I was still taller.

  “You decided, on your own, to show up at my place of business?”

  She squirmed under my gaze, dropping her head and clasping her hands in front of her like she’d just remembered the proper sub position. Except I knew she hadn’t forgotten. Her training as a sub predated her coming to Euphoria, the BDSM club where we’d met, and I suspected she’d dabbled in the life before she’d even been old enough to get into a club.

  Suspicion was all it was, though. I didn’t talk about myself, and I didn’t ask about them other than how it pertained to sex. Knowing they liked bondage or that they’d only been in the lifestyle for a year was important. Knowing that they’d lost their virginity to their high school sweetheart at sixteen was of no interest to me.

  “Is my surprise the only present, or do you have something else to offer me?” I let my annoyance seep into every word.

  Her hands were shaking as she untied the belt of her wrap-around dress, but I had been with her often enough to know that it was anticipation and desire, not fear, that affected her. As the dress slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her feet, I ran my gaze down her body.

  The sheer teddy she had on under her dress revealed that she wore nothing else but her heels and her piercings. Two silver hoops in each ear matched the ones through each nipple and her bellybutton. Though from where I stood, I couldn’t see her clitoris piercing, I assumed it had a silver hoop as well since she usually matched her jewelry precisely.

  I’d heard the story about that particular piercing the second time we’d fucked. She’d had it done on stage on her twenty-fifth birthday, though not at Euphoria. I’d first seen her putting on a show with another woman at the club while a crowd watched. Exhibitionism was definitely one of her kinks.

  I could have pressed the issue, asked her why she’d come here when she knew that it was crossing a line, but I didn’t. I already had a pretty good idea what she was thinking. She was the type of sub who purposefully did things she knew she wasn’t supposed to for one simple reason…she wanted to be punished.

  While there was a certain kind of appeal in that, I wasn’
t a sadist, and I wasn’t looking for anything more than the occasional hook-up. I wasn’t exclusive with anyone, but I did occasionally go back to the same sub if I knew she was into whatever I happened to want at the time. Willa had been one of those.

  I needed to address that, but I’d give her what she came here for first.

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  It didn’t matter how long a woman had been a sub, or how many times I’d slept with her, I always started every session with the same question. Aside from the fact that I never wanted to misread consent, I covered my own ass by asking.

  Having a name like mine and money to go with it, I couldn’t risk someone trying to blackmail me by saying I’d forced them into anything. If every partner I’d ever had said I asked about their safe word, my word had credibility.

  She nodded. “Yes, Master. Summer.”

  Satisfied, I grabbed the neckline of her teddy and ripped it straight from top to bottom. To her credit, she didn’t even flinch. Tearing off her clothes wasn’t exactly a new thing for us. The other couple times we’d fucked, she’d wanted me to do the same thing. It turned her on…and I didn’t mind it either.