Biker Billionaire #3: Riding the Heir Read Online Free PDF

has been after me to scale back my involvement for years now, but I've resisted. Sorrenson Enterprises is my company, after all, and it's hard to let others run what you started. But...with this heart attack, I've realized it's time."
    Henry turned to Shane and clapped a hand to his shoulder.
    "And there's no one better to take over for me than my son Shane. So, yes, to answer the biggest question, Shane will be assuming my role as CEO and President of Sorrenson Enterprises."
    Shane spoke up right on the end of his father's speech, cutting off the imminent deluge of questions. "My company and his will remain separate for the time being. I'm looking forward to immersing myself completely in the task of taking over where my father is leaving off. Sorrenson Enterprises is a family company, and it always will be. As for Rescue Medic, my brothers will carry on without me for the time being."
    "Who's the lovely lady to your left, Shane?" The question was shouted into a brief pause for breath by an older reporter with salt and pepper hair near the front of the crowd.
    "This is Leona Larkin," Shane answered.
    "Leona, how long have you known Shane?"
    "What's your relationship like? Have you been dating long?"
    "Do you have a prenuptial agreement?"
    I didn't know whether to answer the questions, or which one to start with, or whether I should stay quiet, or try to answer neutrally...I realized how much composure it really took to answer a direct, intensely personal question in such a way as to pacify the reporters without giving away too much information. All I could do was look to Shane and hope he'd rescue me. I didn't know what to say.
    "That's all for now, thank you," Shane said, standing up and nudging my elbow to move me off-stage. "No further questions. No comment. Thank you."
    The reporters continued to shout questions at us as we left, and then when we made our way to the limo outside the downtown Manhattan building, we were assaulted yet again with machine-gun-fire questions, flash-bulbs, walls of people closing in on me, begging me to answer, to "look this way, Miss Larkin, look this way!"
    Gerald and a couple other men in dark suits and sunglasses and earpieces kept them at bay while we entered the car and slid across the bench. Even as the car door closed in their faces, reporters knelt down to try to get one last shot of us together, Shane Sorrenson, the mysterious, reclusive billionaire heir to Henry James Sorrenson's media empire, and his new arm-candy girlfriend.
    "Since you didn't tell them anything about me, or us, what will they say?" I asked.
    Shane pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "They'll do some research about you and then mix that with conjecture. And by conjecture, I mean they'll fabricate a bunch of bullshit. Those magazines and papers have come out with stories saying I'm getting married, or cheating with someone on someone else. I think the last one said I was engaged to Katy Perry. The funny thing about that one is, I met her once, at a party about two years ago. We hugged and she kissed me on the cheek, and a photographer got a picture of us just as she was leaning in to kiss me, and they spun it into us getting married. I'd never seen her before, nor since. They even did a follow-up, cropped pics of me with some of her so it looked like we were yelling at each other, and then did an 'exclusive' about our 'tragic break-up'." Shane waved a hand in dismissal. "It's a bunch of bullshit. I have no intention of telling them anything, since they'll they'll make up their own fuckin' bullshit any-damn-how."
    Virginia glared at Shane's cursing, but held her silence.
    "They're going to research me? What does that mean?" I asked.
    "They'll dig into your past for sordid bits of gossip to spin." Shane shrugged. "Who knows. They'll try to talk to your parents, or find an ex, or something."
    The thought of some gossip reporter or blogger getting a hold of John scared me. If he was mad enough, he might talk to