Caught in the Billionaire's Bedroom (BWWM interracial alpha male romance) Read Online Free PDF

Wow, this place is huge. Did he buy up the entire valley or something? I just drove down a long winding drive, thinking that I was lost when my car came up against a two-story wrought iron fence that seemed to stretch on forever in both directions. I couldn’t even see the house from where I was at.
    I double-checked the address I had gotten on my phone again in case I had gone to the wrong place. Nope, I hadn’t gotten it wrong. Slowly I turned off the ignition and got out of the car. As I approached the left side of the big gate, I noticed an intercom. A small video camera pointed at me above it. I pressed a button, leaning in close so I could be heard.
    “Hello?” I said.
    “Hello,” a voice crackled back. “Ms. Rachel Martin?”
    “That’s right. I’m supposed to meet Fitzgerald Langston for an interview today?”
    “Yes, that is correct. Come on through.”
    The gate creaked open slowly, opening inward to let me through. I ran back into the car and started it up again. Slowly, I inched my beat up sedan through the stately gates and drove off down the long driveway. It was flanked by many old trees, close enough together to obscure most of the property. Even though I knew that the rich and famous had bought up tons of land in the valley to turn into vacation homes in the wintertime, this was the first that they had called upon my services. I mean, don’t they usually have private music tutors and such?
    To be honest, despite living in such close proximity to such wealth, us town folk seldom mixed with those who have recently moved into all the mansions up on the mountain. As far as we were concerned, they did little to help the local economy, and a lot to drive up the cost of living. When my dad heard that I had gotten an interview with one of these people, he had spat on the ground. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be too choosy. The bar I worked at was slowly dying, and I had supplemented it with tutoring in any and all subjects, including piano lessons. This was the first time I had actually been called up to teach it though.
    And I had to admit that I was a little curious about them. I couldn’t imagine why people would need so much money. I mean, surely they’d run out of things to buy at some point. My best friend Mona had told me that the rich paved their driveways with gold, and had over a hundred cars so that they could always be driving the newest ones. They even imported cars especially by plane to drive here, even though there was nothing to do in this town.
    I had done a little googling on Fitzgerald Langston too. The scion of the Langston family, he wasn’t content with his family’s millions. No, he made them into billions, investing, buying, and who knows what else. There wasn’t very much in the way of family though. He was an intensely private man, and never gave interviews.
    I made a turn in the driveway and finally saw the house, I mean mansion. It was a huge Versailles monstrosity. It had two wings on either side, flanking a large fountain and pool in the center, which the driveway encircled. It took me a few seconds to understand why it was so big- for all the limos which inevitably showed up for the owner’s lavish dinner parties. There were statues everywhere, propped high on the façade of the building. I could feel their disapproval as I drove my shoddy car to the front door.
    I stepped out and looked around, staggered by the gaudy display of wealth. It was baffling to me why anyone would want to buy such a place. I walked up the twenty- twenty! - steps to the front door and knocked.
    The door opened immediately, a uniformed butler gesturing me to step inside. It was even grander inside than out. There was a large curving staircase that led up to the second floor, and everything just looked expensive. I didn’t know where to stand, uncomfortably aware that I was tracking dirt from my boots.
    “This way please, miss. Last door on your left,” the butler said, in a posh English