Buying the Billionaire: Bad Boy Billionaire Bachelors Club

By Rachel Angel

Sylvain had no time for romance or love, just arrangements that satisfies his physical needs. As one of the billionaire bachelors, those in the know, refer to as the BBBBC (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club), Sylvain not only withheld the values of bachelorhood to the "T", but he is the founder of the club.

When he meets Taryn Summers, a woman whom he had heard from afar and admired for her acute knowledge of wines, to hire as his wine buyer, his sense of chivalry is awaken...as Taryn Summers had never experienced a mind-blowing "O", which Sylvain felt the need to remedy.

As Sylvain rises to the challenge in an arrangement with the stunning buyer, can he resist the temptation of wanting more than an arrangement than he had set himself?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebel Kitty
• Release date: Jul 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507069059

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Prologue

Taryn

I couldn’t help but relive the moment that really changed my life forever, forcing me to go out and find what I needed in this world.  The haunting words of the preacher asking, Do you, Taryn Summers, take Darren Stephens to be your lawfully wedded husband?

At that moment I froze and my mind screamed out that I couldn’t do it.  It wasn’t right and not what would truly make me happy.  That moment of clarity shattered the illusion in a second and I could barely choke out, No...no, I can’t.  I turned and ran out of that church, sprinting as if I was wearing my running shoes instead of my five inch stilettos. 

I’ll never forget that look on Darren’s face, wondering if I was kidding or playing some kind of sick joke.  I wasn’t though and as tough as it was at the moment, not saying Yes, I do just last week was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.  Can you imagine if I would have said what was on my mind?  I’m sorry Darren, but you just don’t have enough passion for me.  I long for more and to have mind blowing orgasms, not just little tremors.  Yah, that would go over really well.

So, I’m a runaway bride who ran away from what looks on the outside to be a perfect match, but when it came to the bedroom, it was a mismatch, which I unfortunately thought mattered.  I wanted a man who could give me my orgasms, a man who could fill me with desire every time he took off his shirt...maybe that only existed in romance novels and fairy tales, but for me, getting married was an once in a lifetime thing, and I wanted to find someone who could possibly come close.

I’ve been here in Vegas ever since that day, knowing that I had to get away to clear my thoughts and stop the incessant flow of questions that came from my family and friends that day.  I knew I’d let everyone down and embarrassed them.  Heck, I embarrassed myself too, but it was worth it and the right thing.  Or so I keep telling myself.

Now I am looking down at the Vegas strip from my window at the Winn Tower, seeing many people moving about below with purpose, knowing exactly where they want to go and what they want to do.  Me?  I am not sure where I am going to go and certainly not what I am going to do.  I know that I need distance from what I’ve known and loved all my life—the family vineyard and winery.  It would just be too hard, especially with Darren so close to my parents, as well as my brothers, Max and Tanner.

My week had been rather reserved so far, a combination of soaking up the sun by the pool, having some spa days, and checking in with my mom so she could make sure I was okay.  My family was so protective of me and I suppose that’s why my bold actions really caught them off guard.  It was so...unexpected, I guess.

I walked over to rifle through the magazines in my room once again.  It was filled with them, tempting the tourists to go visit the endless destinations of the Vegas strip or downtown area and spend their hard earned money there.  There was always something happening in Vegas and better yet, what happened in Vegas was supposed to stay there—according to their masterful advertising strategy anyways.  Hey...maybe I should think about staying here, I thought.

I picked up the newspaper that had been slid under my door and started to look through the jobs section, wondering what someone who understood the ins and outs of wines could find to do in Vegas.

The name Richard Enterprises popped out at me in the jobs section of the paper.  I’d seen that name everywhere in the magazines.  The business owned endless restaurants, clubs, and other high end resorts worldwide.  I read the ad further and was definitely shocked to see that they were looking for a wine buyer to handle all their enterprises.  I may have been an expert in Summers Wine, but that had led me to be an expert in all types of wine from all over the world. 

I grabbed my computer and started to search through my contacts, remembering meeting someone who worked at Richard Enterprises at a trade show or something.  I wondered if they’d be able to give me some insight.  I found it and called, hoping I could get the info I needed to get an interview with the company for the position. 

Ten minutes later I had a resume emailed over to Anika Mooreland, my contact from Richard Enterprises.

One hour later I had confirmation that I would be having an interview with Sylvain Richard himself in the morning at his personal residence.  I thought the personal residence was odd, but they said he was getting over a sickness and that location would be best.  So be it, I said, smiling at how quickly fortune had come my way once I decided to try and find a job in Vegas.  All that was left to do was get ready for the interview in the morning.

Chapter 1

Sylvain

Having someone come to my private residence for an interview isn’t something that I’d usually consider, but my little flu bug had set me back enough with work and everything that must be attended to.  I had to get a wine buyer in for all my facilities and fast.  Getting shipments and proper inventory weren’t something that just happened overnight.

What really had me fascinated was the thought of why Taryn Summers, a very important player in her family’s wine business, would not be back in Napa Valley at this moment working.  Instead, she was in Vegas applying for a job and apparently more than willing to uproot her life and leave the old one behind.  It was interesting.

After the referral from Anika, an employee that I trusted greatly, I made a few calls to find out more about Taryn Summers and what was exactly going on in her life.  I don’t need anyone unstable in charge of wine buying.  That is the very reason I have to be looking for a new wine buyer right now.  My old one had some personal problems, along with some false claims of wine knowledge, and it had cost me some awards and recognitions that I had wanted badly.  I made a mistake once, but would not let it happen again.  That was part of the perks of being me—Sylvain Richard.

I was surprised to find out that Ms. Summers had dumped her fiancé at the altar, an apparently stand-up man who I’d actually met before and had even done business with he and his father, Terence Stephens.  That was only a week ago and now it seemed that she was set to leave everything behind; including the family vineyard.  When I’d searched her online I’d seen her in many articles and write-ups, celebrating the achievements of Summers Wine and being given huge accolades for her developmental strategies, as well as marketing efforts.

Knowing what I knew, I couldn’t help but evaluate Taryn Summers for myself and see if she was as riveting in person as her image was online.  She was a most striking woman, natural and carefree with amazing sparkling green eyes.  Honestly, she was unlike any woman that I’d ever dated, not seeming to be one who was into running in high social circles as much as doing what she was most passionate about.  If she was as passionate about wine as her picture claimed she was about life it would be a most promising interview.

Chapter 2

Taryn

Looking at myself in the mirror I hoped that what I had decided to wear was appropriate.  I’d never been to an interview at someone’s house.  Knowing Sylvain Richard’s reputation I didn’t want to look too willing, despite having a hunch that he was the type of guy who could make the ground from underneath me move out without any warning.  All those stories had to have some basis behind them.

My last assessment showed that I had just the right amount of make-up on and was looking pretty stylish and ready for anything in my gray pinstripe pencil skirt and white silky blouse.  I hoped that it portrayed the type of sophistication that Mr. Richard would think would be required to purchase wines for his various businesses, plus earn respect from the staff when that was necessary.

I took one last look in the mirror and thought, I want this job and a new start.  Then I heard the phone ring and answered it.  It was the front desk and a limousine was down there waiting to pick me up.

A chauffeur in full uniform was standing by the back passenger door of the limo when I walked out, ready to open it up.

Miss Summers? he inquired.

Yes, thank you, I said.  I got into the limousine and couldn’t believe that I was on my way to Sylvain Richard’s penthouse—something many women would likely die to do; taking a limo there too, nonetheless.

The second the door to the limo was shut, I was in the middle of receiving a full olfactory assault on my senses.  The smell in the limousine was so pungent and I started coughing, even feeling my eyes stinging from the overpowering odors.

The chauffeur looked at me in the mirror and asked, Is everything alright, Ms. Summers?

I smiled, trying not to look too ridiculous.  Let me guess.  There was an open bar happening in the limousine last night?

The driver wrinkled his eyes, briefly turning around to look at me.  He looked embarrassed and for a second I wondered if it was him.  He was a young guy and looked like he liked to party.  Umm, yes there was.  How did you guess?  I tried to clean it up last night, but I guess I didn’t do too good of a job.

It’s okay, I said.  I didn’t want the guy to get in trouble or anything.  I’m just very attuned to those types of smells.  Just born with it.

Oh good, the chauffer said.  The he started laughing.  I couldn’t help but watch him as he fumbled for his words.  No, I mean not good.  You can still smell the drinks...

You really don’t have to worry.  I’m a wine expert and I’ve been trained to smell just about anything that’s related to alcohol in some way and break it down.

Really?

Yes.

What do you smell in here? the chauffeur asked.

I smiled, knowing I’d captured his curiosity.  Some Russian River Valley Pinot Noir, Absolut Vanilla Vodka, and Bombardier Gin.

Wow, that’s good!

Actually, only the wine is good.  The vodka and gin are given away by the two bottle caps in the cup holder, I said, giving away my secret.

Hey, I know who you are now.  You’re the wine expert.  The driver’s eyes lit up like he was keeping a secret from me and it unnerved me.  Not as much as his perusal of me from head to toe though.  Sylvain will be in for a real treat.

That caught my attention.  Barely any of Sylvain Richard’s workers knew him personally and it was seldom that he talked with any of them aside from his top executives.  You know him?  Personally?

I shouldn’t have sounded so shocked, but I had thought it was odd that I was even getting to