The Billionaire’s Secret Son: Preston Brothers Book Two

  Preston Brothers

  The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife

  The Billionaire’s Secret Son

  The Billionaire’s Pregnant Employee

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  Blurb

  To Stephanie Sugarman, Charlie Preston is just the bad boy billionaire who rejected his own son. Six years ago, she and Charlie had an admittedly hot one-night stand, which left her pregnant. When she tracked down his family, his mother offered her money to go away. Now, however, Stephanie’s forced to spend time with Charlie as her boss’s liaison while Charlie crunches the numbers for a potential acquisition. At first, she can’t stand to be in the same room as the charming, brilliant businessman. But as time goes on, she realizes the man she believed him to be and the man she sees now are completely different. This Charlie is honorable, charming, and—most importantly—would never abandon his son. And he seems determined to prove to her that he’s worthy of her heart.

  Even though he and Stephanie only spent one incredible night together, Charlie has never been able to get her out of his mind. Now that he’s working with her, he has the chance to make things right, to prove he’s someone she and their son can trust. He’ll approach fatherhood the same way he approaches everything in life—with a detailed, meticulous plan. What he doesn’t anticipate is fiercely independent Stephanie, who gets a bit prickly when he tries to lay out a future for them. The problem is, planning is what Charlie does best, but he learns too late that all the planning in the world can’t make her stay with him. He’ll have to ditch his plan and follow his heart…no matter where it leads.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  End of The Billionaire’s Secret Son

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  About Leslie

  Sneak Peek: The Billionaire’s Pregnant Employee

  Also by Leslie

  1

  “We’re undergoing a bit of construction,” Charlie said, keeping his voice cheery, though he hated construction. You could plan it down to the minute, but the contractors would get in there and rearrange that plan with all the subtlety of a kid left alone with finger paints. It didn’t surprise him at all that the renovations to his suite in the Preston building had gone on two weeks too long already. And yet, he’d tried. He always tried. “We’ll meet in my temporary office.” He ushered Allen Baldwin, owner of Baldwin Trucking, down the hall to where Charlie’s secretary, Joan, had done her best with the space available.

  Allen looked over his shoulder. “No problem,” he boomed. “Absolutely no problem. The partnership is what matters, not the room.” He put a friendly hand on Charlie’s shoulder. The man radiated enough confidence to fill the entire Preston building. He must have been sure his company was flawless. Or maybe it was a front. Charlie couldn’t decide.

  But that was the point of the meeting—to decide if Baldwin Trucking was as good a deal as it seemed on paper. Charlie itched to get into the financial documents. He felt most at home with numbers—floating gently in a sea of spreadsheets, moving nimbly between columns and rows.

  They turned into the meeting room, and Charlie gestured Allen over to the table at one end. It took up half the room, with the other half dominated by two desks pressed against the walls. He hadn’t put a second chair between the two desks—he planned to mainly use the extra space for himself—but it was going to be a tight fit.

  It was only temporary. He had to remember that.

  Allen put a slim folder on the table and slipped into one of the seats at the table. “I’m certain you’ll be impressed with what Baldwin Trucking has to offer,” he said, tapping the folder with a too-wide smile on his face. “From what I’ve seen of Preston Logistics, it’ll be an excellent fit.”

  “I’m excited to get into it,” Charlie said. “Is there anything you’d like to lead with?”

  Allen glanced toward the door. “My assistant will be down in just a minute. She’s got the rest of the presentation with her.” He laughed. “To be honest, it’s a pleasure to finally meet face to face.”

  “Likewise,” Charlie lied. Allen had a habit of talking at exactly this volume on the phone, which hadn’t made him want to sit in a too-small office with him. But if it meant bolstering the family business, Charlie would go along with it. The near miss with Drew’s latest acquisition earlier in the year had put him on high alert. Anything could go wrong.

  He made a conscious effort to relax. Nothing was going to go wrong. This was a simple, straightforward meeting. Afterward, he’d go straight on to his audit of Baldwin Trucking. Nice and tidy.

  “Well, I’m happy to look over your materials while we wait for—”

  “There you are.” Allen leaped up from his seat and rushed for the door, his huge frame blocking his assistant from view. “Let me take that.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Baldwin.”

  The voice alone had the hairs on the back of Charlie’s neck reaching for the sky. He’d know that voice anywhere. He hadn’t heard it in a long time—years—but something about it scratched at the back of his mind with a kind of terrible familiarity.

  Allen came back to the table, tipping a cardboard box filled with binders carefully to the surface. “This is my assistant, Stephanie Sugarman. She’ll be here as my primary liaison. Stephanie, this is Charlie Preston.”

  Charlie got his legs under him, but it was a near thing. His heart pounded. Heat gathered at his temples. It was her. It was her.

  Stephanie. The Stephanie he’d had a one-night stand with at a conference. How many years ago had it been? Five? Six? His mind bogged down in a sludge of shame and desire. He’d been a different person then. His face felt like he was staring into the barrel of a blowtorch. That was the conference he’d never forget, because he’d fallen hard off the wagon of sobriety. How had it started? An innocent drink at the bar, probably. A colleague he’d wanted to impress.

  And it had ended with Stephanie.

  She’d put her hand on his arm in that crowded hotel bar and offered him her fresh, untouched glass of water. She’d
recited a poem to him right there in the bar, laughing the entire time. She never once gave him a business card. It hadn’t been like that—not with her. Her dark eyes had danced their way into the deepest parts of his brain, and he’d never forgotten them.

  Now they looked back at him across the office, steely with determination, along with a hint of nervousness. He swallowed the papery dryness in his throat and stuck out his hand to her. “Call me Charlie.”

  She hesitated, a painful heartbeat passing before she took his hand. “Stephanie,” she said slowly. “You can call me Stephanie.”

  What was she doing here? The fact that she was still in this business, after all this time, made no sense to him. She hadn’t belonged in a business like this. He had a vivid memory of her perched on her knees in her hotel bed, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra, head tipped back, laughing. I majored in English, she’d said. I don’t know how I got here, but I’m glad I did. She had been a burst of light in a drab room. Nothing about her reminded him of the grasping crowds of people at the convention, their eyes narrowed, hunting down the next person to aggressively network with.

  He’d been such an ass, leaving her without a backward glance. Shame scorched through him again. He would be lucky to get out of here without exploding into a rain of ashes.

  Charlie opened his mouth to say something, anything—and at that moment registered the presence of another person. A smaller person. Stephanie wasn’t alone. She stood in the doorway with…a little boy.

  “Who’s this?” Charlie said. “A member of your financial team?”

  Her shoulders tensed, rose toward her ears, but an affectionate smile lit her face. She dropped a hand to the little boy’s head. He couldn’t be more than six. Five, maybe. “This is my son Jasper.” Charlie’s stomach clenched. Why? When Stephanie looked back up at him, her gaze was sharp. “This was a last-minute trip. No time to find a babysitter.” The remnants of her smile fled, leaving a frown in its place. “He won’t be any trouble.” Stephanie leaned back, as if she’d rather flee down the hallway and out the big double doors at the front of the Preston building. She clearly wasn’t thrilled to see Charlie. He couldn’t blame her, after what he’d done.

  He won’t be any trouble.

  The words sank into his mind. She’d brought him to the meeting. She’d brought him to the office. This office, which was three times smaller than his regular suite and not set up for a child at all.

  “Of course not,” he said, the words tumbling from his mouth in a rush. “Come on in. Have a seat. I need to step out for a minute. Make yourselves comfortable.” Charlie stepped forward at the same moment Stephanie did. Could this be any more awkward? They shuffled around each other in the door, holding their bodies far apart, and at last Charlie was free to move down the hall.

  “Joan.” His secretary sat behind her desk in an even smaller temporary office down from the meeting room they’d repurposed. The redhead looked up from her computer. “We have a problem.”

  “What’s that?” She was on her feet in an instant. “I double-checked your list from before, but if something’s missing—”

  “No. Mr. Baldwin’s assistant brought her son with her.” Something about the son made his heart pound in a sickening beat, but Charlie couldn’t put words to it. “We’ll need…toys, I guess. Enough to entertain him for at least the day.”

  “All right,” Joan said briskly. “How old is he?”

  “Five? Six?” He shrugged. “Get as much as you can carry. And be back as soon as you can.” A clock ticked loudly in the back of his mind. His nephew was almost four, and he could harness the destructive power of a tornado. Charlie couldn’t have that in his office. They needed distractions, stat.

  “Back in five. I’ll run to the toy store down the street.” Joan was already lifting her cell phone to her face. “Hi, Candy,” she said, heading for the door. “I need some toys for a little boy who’s visiting the office. Can you put together a big bag? Yes…”

  Charlie went down the hall in the opposite direction he’d come from. There was no way he could conduct this meeting with racing thoughts and a pounding heart. He slipped into one of the newly renovated bathrooms and turned on the sink.

  The rush of the water helped. He thought about splashing it onto his face, but decided against it. Too great a risk of soaking his shirt.

  Stephanie Sugarman. He’d never known her last name. It hadn’t seemed important at the conference, but a better man would have asked for it. A better man wouldn’t have slept with her and snuck out before dawn to nurse a wicked hangover in private. His stomach lurched with another wave of shame. The conference was the one time he’d slipped up after the train wreck of his junior year of college, and here it was, coming back to haunt him.

  Charlie didn’t want his brothers to know about this.

  He definitely didn’t want Stephanie’s boss to know they’d slept together once upon a time.

  In order to do anything about it, he had to get his butt out of the bathroom and get back to the meeting room, even if it meant standing in the fire of her gaze.

  Joan was efficient—too efficient. When Charlie got back to the office, it had been transformed into a miniature version of the toy store. Jasper crouched in the space between the meeting table and the desks, surrounded by a stable of toy cars, a track for them to run on, and a small army of plastic dinosaurs. More toys took up the available space on the extra desk.

  Stephanie sat at the meeting table, a binder in front of her and her eyes on her son.

  Allen was nowhere to be seen.

  “I see my secretary has already been by,” Charlie said. “Sorry for taking so long to get back.”

  Stephanie’s eyes on his were tired, and more than a little exasperated. “Allen stepped out to make a phone call,” she said. “He should be back any minute.”

  Jasper made quiet engine noises and crashed two cars into one another.

  Charlie stuck his hands in his pockets and tried to ignore the inferno at the back of his neck. There was no ticking clock in the room, but he heard one as clearly as if it was dangling next to his ears. He had to do something before her boss came back.

  He went with stepping closer to the table and dropping his voice. “I…think it would be best if we kept our past to ourselves,” Charlie said quickly, loathing every word that came out of his mouth. Stephanie was as gorgeous as the first day he’d seen her. More beautiful, if that was possible. He could lose himself in the fine curve of her lips for hours.

  He’d done it before.

  “Oh, I agree,” said Stephanie. “I don’t want anyone to know what happened.” The decisive firmness in her voice stung like a swarm of wasps at the center of his chest. Her dark eyes flicked up to his. “So we’ll pretend it never happened for the duration of this project.”

  “Right.” He nodded toward her binder. “Shall we get started, then?”

  “Sure.” Stephanie pushed the binder across the table to him.

  Charlie took a seat across from her, vowing to keep up the act.

  But he knew it was going to be impossible.

  2

  Stephanie’s face ached from smiling, but she forced herself to continue. The college student who sat on the sofa in Stephanie’s short-term rental wasn’t at fault for how badly things had gone off the rails the last two days. Allen was the one to blame. Stephanie and Jasper were supposed to be ensconced in an all-inclusive resort in Florida for the week—one that featured a dinosaur-themed day camp for the kids. It was going to be her first real vacation since Jasper had been born. With Jasper booked into the day camp, she was going to be able to lay out poolside. Who knew? Maybe she’d even meet a man.

  Instead, she was breathing in the heavy perfume of the apartment and interviewing babysitters and fretting about the acquisition. The vacation—that was one thing. But if the acquisition didn’t go well, then she was out of a job.

  It was easier, honestly, to be pissed about the vacation than fret about b
eing laid off.

  “We could have a lot of fun,” the latest one said. She had her hair twisted up into two buns on the top of her head and wore overalls decorated with painted handprints. “Do you like music?” She—Jewel or Jasmine, something like that—pulled a kazoo from her pocket and blew it.

  Jasper tucked himself more firmly into Stephanie’s side. She rubbed his back and stood up.

  “Thanks for coming by,” she said, shaking the woman’s hand. “We’ll be in touch.”

  Stephanie saw her to the door, Jasper trailing behind. Stephanie closed the door behind Jewel and looked down at Jasper. His big brown eyes pleaded with hers.

  “She was weird,” he said, and bit his lip.

  “We’ll find someone else,” she promised, running her palm over his hair. He had gotten so big, but her heart still tugged at the sight of his dark curls. The previous summer had highlighted his hair with streaks of gold that reminded her uncomfortably of Charlie Preston.

  He was the reason she was so out of sorts. She’d dreaded the meeting from the second Allen told her he needed her on the trip to the second she’d stepped into the meeting room. She’d dreaded having to face him. And now she dreaded not facing him in a way that made her skin feel too small.

  Between Allen and Charlie, she was missing her vacation and having trouble keeping the blush from her cheeks.