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Good one, fool.
‘Sorry,’ I muttered. ‘Damn static.’
An odd expression I couldn’t quite decipher crossed his face, making the unsettled feeling inside me deepen.
My heart was beating fast and my skin was tingling where he’d touched me. It felt sensitive, as if I’d been scorched by his fingers.
It wasn’t static, you idiot.
But I didn’t want to think about what else it might have been so I shoved that thought away and put my hands behind my back instead. ‘Ready when you are, Mr Evans,’ I said, as if nothing had happened.
He gave me another of those intense searching looks, though what he was searching for I had no idea.
‘Go down and wait in the car,’ he said at last. ‘I’ll be down in a minute.’
With one last dismissive glance, he turned away, the colours of the tattoo on his back flashing, leaving me with no other option but to do as I was told.
CHAPTER TWO
Ash
I LOOKED OUT of the window of the limo, watching a string of couture-clad people file through the entrance into the elegant historic brick building, and allowed myself a certain sense of satisfaction.
Finally. Fucking finally.
Here I was, outside the door to the most exclusive private members’ club in the world: The Billionaires Club.
Joining was by invitation only—an invitation that only came once your bank balance reached a certain level. A cool billion, obviously.
Mine had come a week ago in the form of a hand-delivered black envelope with a simple gold seal on the back and my name, Mr Ash Evans, written in cursive on the front.
Inside was a heavy slice of black platinum the size of a credit card, embossed with the club insignia: an M with two bars over the top of it, the Roman numeral for billion.
An exclusive club for the rich and famous.
And here was I, the scum of the streets, with a key.
Dad would be turning in his fucking grave. He’d have hated the thought of his bastard son finally having access to everything he’d denied him over the years.
Correction. Dad wouldn’t hate the thought, because, even if he’d still been alive, he wouldn’t have thought of me at all. Not thinking of me was all he’d done from the moment I was born, the product of an illicit affair with one of his maids.
Still, I wasn’t going to let happy memories of my prick of a father ruin my evening, not tonight. I’d worked too long and too hard to get to this point and I had other, bigger fish to fry.
Fish like my half-brother and chief competitor, Sebastian Dumont. He was one of the reasons I’d decided that my first appearance at the club would be at their burlesque event in Paris. I knew he’d be attending and I wanted to shove my membership in his rich and privileged face. He wouldn’t be expecting it and seeing me, his undeserving, lower-class half-brother, showing up where he didn’t belong, would piss him off in the extreme.
Petty? Yes. Satisfying? Completely.
But that wasn’t the only reason. I was also hoping to sabotage his latest business deal, too, just for the hell of it.
John Delaney, a property investor who was looking to sell a couple of islands in the Caribbean that he owned, was also going to be attending the event tonight, and my plan was to corner him and make him an offer for those islands.
I had a luxury hotel business that I’d just got off the ground and the islands Delaney was selling were perfect sites for it.
They were also the same islands that Dumont just happened to be after for his luxury hotel business.
Oh, Dumont had tried to keep his intentions under wraps, but I had my ways of finding out things. And now my entire plan was to buy those islands out from under him.
Yes, we had a rivalry. And to say it was mild was like saying England and Germany were slightly at odds during World War II.
