The Billionaire's Counterfeit Girlfriend (26 page)
“You gotta be kidding me.” Elizabeth’s phone was a different make from his, so of course the charger in her car didn’t work on his phone.
Sighing, he drove around slowly and aimlessly, hoping to find somebody—anybody—who could help him. Half an hour later, he hadn’t seen a single soul who seemed interested in helping him. Everyone he’d seen had looked at the Maserati like they were thinking about chopping it up and selling it for parts.
He rubbed his face at an intersection of two small streets. Okay. Calm. Need to focus. All he had to do was find the highway that would take him to the neighborhood where Elizabeth had bought her new house. He could do that, no problem.
Just as he was about to drive past the intersection, a woman screamed. If he’d been anywhere but the crappy part of the capital, he might have driven past. He didn’t like getting involved in things. But his conscience nipped at him.
Anything could be happening. Robbery, rape, or worse. What if the woman was being killed?
Sometimes he really hated his conscience.
Iain pulled into the street and saw a slim woman standing under a streetlight. She was medium-height and carried a backpack, but other than that he couldn’t tell in the uncertain light. She was staring at an old car and screamed again.
Guess she wasn’t being murdered. Now he could just drive by, no problem, nothing to weigh on his conscience as he lay down that night to sleep. He’d done the right thing.
Then she turned, saw his car and locked gazes with him. Her large, dark eyes seethed with anger and despair. Underneath all was pain so raw, he gasped like he’d been punched in the gut. He couldn’t look away; for a moment it felt like he was suspended in the air.
To his relief, she turned away, but not before he saw her wipe her eyes with the back of her hands.
He seriously should just drive away. Pretend he hadn’t heard her scream or seen her cry. He didn’t do tears. But he couldn’t. His damned conscience wanted him to make sure she was really okay because apparently the fact that she wasn’t being murdered wasn’t enough.
Against his better judgment, Iain took a deep breath, pulled over and lowered the window. “You all right?”
“What do you think?” she shot back, gesturing at the old car. “Does this look all right to you?”
He frowned as he noticed the flat tires…then the red
CUNT
on her windshield. It didn’t seem like random vandalism. Whoever had done this knew her and was trying for intimidation. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, and under her ill-fitting clothes her shoulders were bony. Her facial features were even and finely carved, but too angular and sharp from hunger. He’d seen that look from aspiring actresses and models dieting to look like a starving Somalian child.
No
,
no
,
no
.
Don’t get involved
.
“Got a place to go?”
“Why? You in the mood to take in a stray?” she asked, her voice sharp.
No, he wasn’t, but he couldn’t leave her either. Something about the way she was trembling warned him she was close to breaking. He knew what he’d done the last time he’d snapped, and he didn’t want her to snap too. Unlike him, she probably didn’t have anybody she could call to bail her out. If she did, she wouldn’t be standing around screaming at her car. “Actually, I’m lost,” he said. “I need to get to McLean.”
“Really?” Her gaze flicked over the Maserati, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, really.” When she kept staring at him, Iain shrugged, oddly bothered by the fact that she didn’t trust him. She was just being sensible by not getting in the car with him. “Okay, look. Call 911 and report it. That way at least your stalker will go to jail.”
She turned irresolutely under the streetlamp, then shook her head. “Wait.” She reached into her damaged car and pulled out a small duffel bag. Then she went around the front and stood by the passenger seat. “I’ll help you get to McLean if you drop me off at a church.”
He stared at her, wondering why in the world she had a sudden desire to pray. But, whatever worked. He unlocked the door. “Get in.”
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The Pryce Family Series (Billionaires in Love Spin-Off)
Book 1:
The Billionaire’s Counterfeit Girlfriend
Book 2:
The Billionaire’s Holiday Obsession
Book 3:
The Billionaire’s Secret Wife
Book 4:
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Fiancée
(Shane Pryce’s Story - coming May 2015)
Book 5:
Untitled
(Dane Pryce’s Story - coming summer 2015)
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Billionaires in Love Series
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Vengeful in Love
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Book 2:
Reunited in Love
(Ethan Lloyd & Kerri Wilson)
Book 3:
Redemption in Love
(Gavin Lloyd & Amandine Monroe Lloyd)
Book 3.5:
Sweet in Love
(Pete Monroe & Brooke de Lorenzo)
Book 4:
Forever in Love
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Merry in Love
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Four Weeks Till Forever
Copyright © 2014 by Hyun J Kyung
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