Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance

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Book 4—Curves Envy

Curvy Conquest

By: Scarlett Avery

© Scarlett Avery 2015

ISBN: 978-1-987943-03-0

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Book 4—
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Chapter 1

My thoughts wake me up so violently, it’s as if the flashbacks are suffocating me.
Am I having a nightmare?
I sit straight up in bed, trembling. I can’t get Annie Smith’s words out of my head.

I look around the room, dazed and confused. It takes me a few seconds to realize I’m in Max’s luxurious penthouse and not in my own bed.
Oh, yeah, I stayed at his place last night.

Yesterday was a freaky day of thrilling highs and shattering lows. I texted Devin, Lia and Lexi in a panic after receiving the mysterious package from one of my father’s former employees. Once they calmed me down, I called Max to share the latest development in my family saga. He was so dumbfounded by my news, he got behind the wheel of his Benz and drove to my place to pick me up instead of sending a chauffeur. He felt we needed time alone to talk this out.

When I was safely hidden away at his place, I broke down. I spent the last night either spilling my guts out about what I could remember or bursting into tears at having to relieve some of the most gruesome moments of my life. Max was incredibly compassionate and caring. He allowed me to sob as much as I needed while consoling me into believing Annie might be the key to helping me make sense of the last five years.
For the life of me, I hope he’s right.

I look down at Max, sleeping so peacefully next to me, when I flash back to a conversation I had with my grandmother on her deathbed. I widen my eyes, shocked as the words resonate in my head.
I must have blocked this off until now.

I take a hasty breath before reaching out to wake Max up. “Wake up. Please wake up,” I plead.

“What’s going on, Candy?” Max pops his eyes open and looks up at me with a concerned gaze.

“I just remembered my grandmother compiled so much information on the real-estate giant who tried to intimidate us while she was fighting for justice. It must still be with the lawyer she had hired to represent us.”

“Baby, we’re one step closer. How come you never mentioned this last night?”

“It only now flashed in my head. I’ve blocked out so many episodes during the last five years in order to diminish the pain.”

“I understand, baby,” he says, kissing my arm. “Do you remember the name of this lawyer?”

“I still have him listed in my contacts on my iPhone. My grandmother made me swear I’d never get rid of this guy’s name.”

“Great. Bless your
avó
’s heart.”

“What does
avó
mean?” I ask, perplexed.

“It’s grandmother in Portuguese. I called my mom’s mom
avó
. As a child it was much easier to pronounce than the English translation.” Max smiles warmly at me as he caresses my thighs.

“It’s such a sweet way to refer to a granny.”

“Let’s jump out of bed and get in touch with him. He might be able to shed some light on some of the things Annie said in her letter. Let’s hope we can meet today instead of having to wait until Monday.”

I throw the covers off my naked body and I rush downstairs to grab my phone. I flip madly through my contacts on my screen until I find his name—Nathaniel Carpenter of Carpenter and Associates LLP.
Got it.
I run up the stairs back to Max’s room with a triumphant grin on my face, waving my phone at him.

“Someone looks like they’ve found gold,” Max says, getting out of bed.

“Not quite, but pretty close.”

“Let’s go to my office and we’ll do a quick Google search first. This way we can find out what your grandmother’s attorney has been up to since you last saw him. Once we gather a few details on him, let’s call this guy. Lawyers usually have an after-hours service for evening and weekend emergencies. I’d say your case is pretty pressing.”

“Let me grab a robe and I’ll be right there.”

Before I can turn around, Max grabs my wrists and holds me firmly. “Why? You don’t expect me to start my weekend without royally fucking you? Once you and I are done speaking to this lawyer, I think we should play strip poker. Since you’re already naked the only thing left is for me to do is poke you with my cock.” He looks like a boy when he smiles like this.

“You never seem to be able to get enough of this,” I say, waving my finger between us with my eyes fixed on his growing erection.

“Enough of your curves? Never.” Max pulls my body into his and I close my eyes.
Thank God he’s in my life now and I didn’t have to spend the night alone, nor do I have to deal with this dreadful situation by myself.

* * *

Max turns on his iMac computer and types Nathaniel’s company information into Google. My initial excitement turns into worry when I read the devastating words on the screen over his shoulder.
Nathaniel Carpenter of Carpenter and Associates LLP Dies In Car Accident at Fifty-Eight.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper. “This doesn’t look like good news at all.”

“Let’s click on the link before we jump to conclusions. Perhaps Mr. Carpenter has a daughter or son who’s taken over his law firm. In many cases lawyers work with business associates who take on their roster of clients when it’s time for them to retire or when they pass away.”

“I pray you’re right.”

Max scrolls down the page and with each paragraph my anxiety grows. The new law firm that has taken over Mr. Carpenter’s business published a dry press release reassuring Mr. Carpenter’s active clients they’d gladly take over their affairs. It seems Mr. Carpenter died eighteen months ago in a car accident during a hellish stormy night.

“Eighteen months ago? He would have died around the same time as my grandmother. I guess that explains why he stopped calling.”

“What an eerie coincidence.” Max looks up at me and I can tell I’m not the only one worried here.

“It’s way too close for comfort. Wait a minute, Max.” I catch an alarming sentence on the screen. “Did you read this paragraph?” I wave my hand at the screen. Max brushes his hair with his fingers and when I pick up on his jittery reaction, I officially panic. “I can’t believe the new law firm is unwilling to take on older cases. They’re leaving us hung out to dry.”

“I don’t think that’s exactly it. It could simply be a question of return on investment—some cases are too dated to make it worth their time.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” I nearly scream.

“Candy, there’s a good chance this new law firm still owns Nathaniel Carpenter’s archives. If they are able to track down your file, you can still hire a phenomenal lawyer who will help make sense of all of this. Sometimes starting fresh is the best way to go.”

“But Max, I don’t know of any lawyers, let alone a phenomenal one.”

“How many times do I have to tell you you’re not alone anymore?” he says, taking my hands into his and kissing them gently. “My older brother is an astoundingly sharp attorney. Let me call Gabriel and ask him to come over. There’s no point in both of us trying to figure this out on our own. We might be smart people, but from what I’ve read in Annie’s letter and from this latest discovery about your former attorney’s death, it’s clear we’re way over our heads and we need help from a legal top gun.”

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Ninety minutes later, Max, his brother and I are huddled around the kitchen table finishing a heavenly New York-style breakfast while going over the facts of my life since my parents died.

Gabriel showed up at the penthouse with the perfect feast to calm my nerves and start the day off on the right foot. It was only when he opened the bag of freshly baked goods that I remembered I had been far too distraught to eat dinner last night. I was absolutely famished.