Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) by Heather Banks Page A

cleaning my apartment of his stuff, but also of my stash of wine.
    Got all my stuff out.  Now youll be a lone lik you wanted
    Wish i could say i was sorry I cheated, but im not – she was better n bed. C u never
    I sighed, swiveling in my oversized office chair to take in morning in Chicago outside my office windows. What an immature dick.
    Was I that bad in bed?
    I didn’t think I was. But if I couldn’t hold a man, there was probably a reason. It was as good as any.
    Turning my attention back to the phone, I checked the text that had just come in. It was from my brother, Stan.
                  Hey sis – hope aaron is gone for good. He was a f-ing bastard
                  Call you later. Lunch tomorrow?
    Stan was two years older, and always looking out for me. At that moment, I kind of appreciated it; it was nice to know someone had my back, even when everything else seemed to be falling apart. I would text him back later.
    I tossed the phone back across the expanse of my desk, and it slid until it hit a pile of case files I’d been working to update.
    Perhaps swearing off men for a while would be a good idea, if the only ones I managed to bring home were ones like Aaron. I could concentrate on work. Maybe I’d train for another marathon.
    The lingering wetness between my legs nagged at me, reminding me there was more to life than running and the law.
    I shrugged off the feeling, standing up and fishing my makeup case out of my bottom desk drawer. I wasn’t going to worry about that; instead, I decided to pull myself together to face the day.

2. Discovery
     
    The morning had been dragging along. I had managed to put Aaron out of my head, mostly, and focus on catching up on my paperwork, but I was looking forward to a trip to the gym at lunch. I was thinking that maybe a marathon wasn’t such a bad idea when there was a knock on my partly-opened door.
    “Tiffany, I have an opportunity for you,” my boss, Stephen Bender, said to me as he pushed the door open and leaned casually against the frame.
    In my experience, “opportunity” was just a fancy word for “problem,” but since Stephen was my boss and I’d like to keep my job, I just smiled. Stephen had a pointed nose and almost-bald head that made him look a little like a weasel. His attitude and practices did nothing to make most of the people who worked for him think otherwise.
    “Okay,” I said, forcing a smile. “What is this opportunity?” I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
    Stephen gave me the side-eye, but continued anyway. “As you know, I am the retained legal counsel for MarkTec, Inc. and Alexander Richardson.”
    At the name “Alexander Richardson,” my stomach flipped over. He was one of the best-known and successful entrepreneurs in the Chicago area, having founded his electronic and digital marketing company at the tender age of 19 and built it up to one of the country’s foremost firms.
    In addition to being a brilliant businessman, he was also alleged to be an arrogant bastard; rumors flew every time anybody in our firm had a meeting or encounter with him. One paralegal swore that he once kicked her out of a deposition because her blouse was “too green.”
    “Yes, I’m aware of MarkTec and Richardson,” I told Stephen, not completely succeeding at keeping the sarcasm out of my voice. Everyone at Bender & Bender was aware of Richardson, as well as pretty much everyone in America.
    “Anyway,” Stephen said, letting my comment pass, “you’re probably also aware of the rather, uhm, unfortunate,” he paused, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “issue the firm is dealing with right now.”
    The unfortunate issue for the “firm” was that Stephen was being smacked with a legal malpractice lawsuit claiming he overbilled one of the firm’s corporate clients. Nobody was talking about it much around the office, but Stephen’s questionable billing practices were pretty well-known among most of the