Sharing the Billionaire (Billionaire Ace #1) Read Online Free PDF

standing at the bottom of the steps bouncing up and down in her heels. “This place is amazing! I can’t believe it!”
    “I’m glad you like it,” he said. “It’s my favorite of all my islands.”
    There was a small dirt road where the runway came to an end. I saw dust kicking up from the road as a Rolls Royce pulled onto the runway and began speeding towards us. It was the finest car I’d ever seen in person. To me it was special, but to Ace it was probably one of hundreds. I kept my mouth shut and my awe over the car hidden. I had to blend in and not seem like a stupid poor girl.
    Ace was eyeing me suspiciously as I watched the car rolling up to us. “Do you like my car?”
    “It’s beautiful,” I said, looking at the beautiful tan and chocolate two tone paint.
    “It’s one of my favorite cars,” he said. “I’m glad you like it.”
    A short, squat driver jumped out of the car and immediately opened the door for us. We climbed into the back with Ace between us.
    “Check it out Ace; you’re the cream filling in our Oreo!” Cookie said. I was mortified that she was being so sexual already; this appeared to be her strategy. She was going to get Ace to think with his head alright.
    “Well I guess I am. How appropriate with a girl named Cookie.”
    We didn’t speak much on the car ride; we were too busy looking at the sights out the window. The car was perfect inside, not a speck of dust anywhere to be found. I quickly realized it was a classic model Rolls Royce, but it looked brand new. Outside the car I viewed the lush undergrowth that surrounded the road, dotted with brightly colored birds. It was a twenty minute ride to our living accommodations and the silence began to feel awkward after a bit.
    I turned to look at Ace, he was staring straight ahead. His focus was amazing; he never took his eyes off the road ahead, even though the driver was perfectly capable.
    Cookie’s mouth never closed the entire ride; it hung open like a horny boy picking up his first Playboy. At least there was no sound coming out of it.
    The undergrowth finally gave way to a large compound in front of us. There was an armed guard at the gate, awaiting our arrival. He didn’t appear to be American; it looked like Ace contracted his security detail out.
    “Welcome back Mr. Pearson,” the guard said, with a thick Hispanic accent, as we drove by. Ace rolled down the window and gave him a polite salute. Were we in South America? I was sure of it, until the head of security opened our door and let us out. He was a tall black man with a stone face and beady eyes.
    “My name is Dikembe,” he said. “I am the head of security. Please listen to my team’s instructions at all times. There are wild animals in these jungles around us and they will attack humans. Please do not exit the compound, especially at night. If you must leave the compound then security will escort you.”
    “Thank you for your hard work Dikembe,” Ace said, stepping forward and shaking his hand.
    “Are you ladies ready to get a little rest and unpack?”
    “I sure would Ace!” Cookie said, sounding like a living cartoon.
    I decided we were still in South America even though Dikembe was from the Congo or Nigeria or somewhere over there. I felt bad not knowing for sure.
    We were staying on a large compound that had a security building in the distance, but a large resort like building right on the beach. Each of us was given a cabin that opened onto the beach, like something of a fantasy. They were far enough apart too that I didn’t have to speak to Cookie.
    As I walked through the door of my cabin I was instantly greeted by Tracy who was waiting for me on the couch.
    “You made it Amy!” she said, running over to hug me. “I can’t believe we’re here. This is insane!”
    “You made it here fast Tracy,” I said, looking around the cabin. It was all made of wood with a beautiful thatched roof and island paintings adoring the walls. The furniture