The Scandalous Billionaires Collection

Copyright 2014 Drew Sinclair

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Acknowledgements

Volume One: Scandalous

Volume Two: Outrageous

Volume Three: Totally
Inappropriate

Teased: Resisting The Billionaire, Volume One -
Sample Chapters

Tempted

Tamed

Resisting the Billionaire
Collection

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"This looks like an intervention." Jason Demovic said
drily. He wasn't smiling and neither was anybody else. His mother
had asked him to come by the family home for a private talk but
instead he found himself confronted by Rodney Smyth, the Demovic
corporation CFO, Ernst Pitchford, the family lawyer and his two
brothers, Zach and Harrison.

Jason wasn't the type of person to back down;
something all these people knew very well.

The atmosphere was tense.

In looks he was very alike his two brothers.
All three were Mediterranean in skin tone, hair and eye color, but
tall, angular and Scandinavian in their build. All three were
strikingly, impossibly good looking by any standards and a picture
of the three brothers together at a function or a night spot was
pure gold to the local celebrity media.

At just twenty-nine years of age Jason was
the eldest of the three.

"As nobody here seems to want to speak, let
me
begin." He said. "What exactly is this all about?"

An uncomfortable silence reigned for five
long seconds.

"Jason," his mother said in a frail voice,
"we all appreciate that what you are doing is good. Good for the
world, good for the individual charities involved and in many ways
good for the Demovic Corporation as well."

"I agree. So why are we here?"

CFO Rodney Smyth interjected.

"You've given away nearly 10% of Demovic in
the last six months alone Jason. This can't go on."

"The current net worth of the Demovic family
remains at over 75 billion dollars." He replied with a cold economy
of expression. "There's plenty more we can give away before anyone
has to cut back on the champagne."

Zach, the middle brother of the Demovic
family and its technical genius, weighed in.

"I think we're all aware of the numbers here
Jason, so that's not the issue and neither is the champagne, but if
you continue to donate like this then there won't be anything left
to give. If we want to maintain the philanthropic tradition of our
family then it needs to be done at a sustainable rate."

"I understand that Zach, and you don't need
to worry. I know exactly what I'm doing." His face betrayed no
emotion but his steely gaze spoke volumes. It was a gaze that
inspired loyalty in some, fear in others, but obedience in
everyone.

Nearly everyone.

Today he was speaking to his inner circle;
his fierce independence of spirit and natural leadership was
matched by almost everyone he could see. It was the reason his
mother had invited them; not only was he looking at the entire
board of directors of the Demovic corporation, but if anyone in his
world was able to stand up to him, then they were sitting right in
front of him.

Harrison, the youngest of the three brothers,
spoke up. If the impulsiveness of youth had long ago left the two
older brothers, Harrison still held an edge of fieriness that his
mother and older brothers hoped would soon soften with age.

"We all get it Jason, we all miss dad--"

"You? Miss dad?" Jason said accusingly.
Harrison hesitated, looking briefly away from his older brother
before continuing.

"We all respect the tradition of giving, but
this is just crazy. Give it all away and then what happens? We're
just as poor as the people we're trying to help. That's no good to
anybody."

"Every donation is tax deductible. Charity is
good for business." Jason said, refusing to give an inch.

"Don't patronize us Jay." Zach said. "We all
know that, but 10% of Demovic in just six months? It's financial
suicide. Speculation in the media that something is wrong at the
heart of Demovic Inc is rife and sooner or later it's going to
affect business."

Jason held up his hands and the group went
silent, waiting for him to speak as he looked each of them in the
eye, slowly, one by one.

"I'm acting CEO of Demovic Corporation." He
said. "Now unless there's something else to discuss, I have
somewhere I need to be."

He stood up to go.

"Sit down Jay." Zach said. The tension in the
air was near unbearable. The Demovic family was not accustomed to
internal strife in business matters since the passing of Mr.
Demovic senior. Normally they spoke as one voice, guided by Jason's
acknowledged razor sharp business sense.

That guidance had been accepted without
resentment or question until his seemingly endless spree of
philanthropy threatened to bankrupt the corporation.

Jason gave Zach a long, cold look before he
sat down. Like all of them, he was used to giving orders, not
taking them.

"This better be good." he with quiet
intensity.

Their mother spoke quickly, hoping to defuse
the situation.

"It is good Jason. Good for everyone. We have
come together today simply to discuss how much money Demovic Inc.
should give away in philanthropic contributions in any given
financial quarter, that's all."

"I've already decided how much that should
be." Jason said.

"Jason Demovic does not equal Demovic Inc,"
Harrison said with evident irritation, "no matter what you
think."

Jason looked at him, his expression giving
nothing away.

"Of course I don't think that, but this
specific decision is mine and mine alone, just as our father said
it should be and as the board, including everyone here agreed upon.
Now if you'll excuse me--"

"If you won't discuss this with us then we
will have no choice but to ask you to stand down as CEO." Zach
said. Jason was motionless for a moment. The two brothers had
fought many times as children but never as grown men. They had
always been equally matched and neither feared the other.

The room held its breath as Jason looked to
Ernst Pitchford, the family lawyer. He didn't need to say a word to
the tough old legal shark.

"It can be done." Ernst assured him.

Jason looked around the room again. If Ernst
said it was true then it was true. No one in the world knew the
Demovic family legal affairs like Ernst Pitchford. He had been
defending the family's interests since the brothers were in
diapers.

Jason took a long deep breath and then looked
at Zach.

"Give me a proposal and I'll think it over.
Now
if you all will please excuse me--"

"There's one more thing." Zach said.

Jason waited, his face still betraying no
emotion but his family knew him well; he was surely enraged at this
challenge to his authority.

"Well?" he said.

As confident and strong willed as Zach was,
the words stuck in his throat. It fell to their mother and her 49%
interest in the Demovic Corporation as a whole, to save the moment.
Her voice was frail but her power in the corporation was
formidable.

"We'd like you to consider getting some help
son." She said softly.

"I already have all the help I need. My team
is excellent, the best in the world."

"That's not the kind of help we mean."

Even the human barracuda Ernst held his
breath in anticipation.

"Exactly what kind of help are you talking
about mother?"

She reached into a small pocket in her
pleated skirt and put a card on the table.

"This person comes highly recommended."

Jason Demovic read the details from where he
sat. He didn't deign to pick the card up. It was the name and
contact details of a psychological counselor in Manhattan.

He looked back into the eyes of his family
and then to Ernst who returned his gaze with all the steel he could
muster. The lawyer was capable of staring down a high court judge
without flinching an eyebrow but his heart skipped a beat as he
nodded his head to assure Jason Demovic Jnr. of the binding nature
of what his family was 'suggesting' to him.

Jason stared defiantly around the room again.
The board of directors held its breath…

One Month Later

"Mr. Demovic will be about ten minutes late." The
smooth, feminine voice informed Dr. Melissa Price. "Please wait for
him." She started to thank the caller but the line went dead.

She sat back in her leather bound chair,
realizing that she now had twenty minutes of free time to kill. She
decided to call her little sister. She liked to check in with her
frequently, even if only for the briefest of exchanges.

"Hey Suzy, how are you feeling today?"

"I'm doing great." Her sister tried to sound
enthusiastic, but her voice was listless. "Just a little tired. You
know how it is. Sometimes the dialysis is like that. I'll be better
in a few hours."

Melissa knew that the treatments had been
taking more out of her sister each time. She needed to get that
kidney donation fast but they had been waiting for years. Melissa
would have donated herself but her blood type was incompatible.

"If you need anything at all, just call
me."

"I'm fine, now come on, leave me alone,
you've got work to do."

"Actually I'm free for--" The call ended
without even a goodbye. "--the next twenty minutes." Her voice
trailed off. The shortness bothered her but she knew that even a
phone call could be exhausting to Suzy on some days so she held her
peace and put the phone down. Her eyes wandered to the degrees and
certificates on her office wall. Her graduate degree was from
Harvard and her doctorate from Stanford. She had attended both
colleges on scholarships and graduated in the 97th percentile.
Although an outstanding student she had not been in practice long
and was still trying to build up her business. From struggling to
study and pay bills with evening work, now she finally had the
letters after her name but less money than ever since you can't be
a psychotherapist and a waitress at the same time.