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Billionaire Unknown ~ Blake (The Billionaire's Obsession #10)
Author: J. S. Scott


Blake

   Christmas Eve, Twelve Years Ago

   What in the hell was I doing?

   Basically, I was freezing my ass off looking for a runaway girl in the middle of a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. What really pissed me off was the fact that she was a spoiled eighteen-year-old female who I’d never liked in the first place.

   My nickname for her when were kids had been Cruella de Vil for as long as I could remember, and I referred to her by that name so often that I almost failed to remember that her real name was Harper Lawson. She was the second youngest member of the Lawson family, friends of the Colter family for as long as I could remember.

   That’s why I’m out here freezing my balls off on Christmas Eve.

   There was very little I wouldn’t do for my mother. But right at the moment, I wished I didn’t love her quite so much. I never had been able to tolerate seeing my mother upset. And, since the spoiled brat’s mother was best friends with mine, of course Mom was worried.

   Call me an idiot, but I volunteered for this torture just so I didn’t have to see the stress on my mom’s face.

   I hadn’t seen Harper Lawson in years, even though she lived in another small town fairly close to where we did in Rocky Springs, Colorado. I was on college break, and Harper had just graduated from high school. Thankfully, Mom had stopped trying to push a friendship between me and the younger Lawson girls when I was still in grade school, when I finally told her how much I disliked Harper because she was downright mean. Her younger sister, Danica, was a heck of a lot nicer, but I hadn’t seen much of her, either. I had run into the Lawson brothers occasionally, but because we went to different schools, we barely knew any of them.

   Only Harper had ever irritated the hell out of me. She’d always gone out of her way to be a child dictator, and she flaunted her parents’ wealth like it made her better than anyone else. It hadn’t mattered that the Colters were wealthy, too. She’d been equal opportunity nasty to every person she came into contact with when she was a kid.

   Judging by my current frigid trek through the snow, she hadn’t changed one damn bit.

   I smirked as my rubber boots plowed through the deep snowdrifts on the sidewalk, finding it hard to believe that Harper might actually be in the Denver homeless shelter I was looking for during one of the nastiest blizzards we’d seen in a long time.

   Apparently, she’d run away after her parents had finally set their foot down on her endless spending of money she hadn’t earned. They’d taken away her credit cards, her brand-new car she’d gotten for graduation, and most of her extravagant purchases because she had no desire to go to college. Obviously, she figured that since her parents were rich, she didn’t need an education. Her plans were probably focused on becoming a rich socialite for life.

   Fuck! I hated rich kids with that attitude. I busted my ass in college, and not a single Colter child had ever felt entitled. We were all either working on our careers, or planning our own futures. We had a lot of money, but not a single one of us ever considered just being idle.

   I’d heard the Lawson brothers were all going to college. But Harper apparently didn’t want to work that hard.

   Really, I was kind of surprised that her parents had never recognized how self-centered their daughter was before now.

   Once the Lawsons had realized how incredibly spoiled Harper was, and that she’d never planned to get any higher education, they’d finally decided to cut her off. Harper had immediately balked and run away from home. Well, technically, she wasn’t a runaway. She was eighteen, so she wasn’t a juvenile. But she sure as hell acted like one.

   Who in the hell ran away just because mommy and daddy took away her car and her credit cards?

   “She’s still a spoiled brat,” I muttered irritably as I kept walking through the drifting snow, the cold starting to whip right through my winter jacket and jeans. “If Mom hadn’t been so freaked out, I would have stayed warm and comfortable at home, celebrating Christmas with my own family instead of worrying about somebody else’s problems.”

   Unfortunately, Aileen Colter worried about everybody. My mother was one of the most caring people I knew, and the glue that held our family together after my father had died years ago. She was such good friends with Harper’s mother that she was horrified at the thought of a young woman lost somewhere in a blizzard by herself.

   I was a sucker. The sad look on my mother’s face had prompted me to jump into a helicopter from Rocky Springs to Denver with a storm coming in, just to find some obnoxious chick who couldn’t function without her luxury vehicle and credit cards.

   I finally located the makeshift shelter, grateful for the warmth once I stepped inside.

   There were bodies everywhere, most of them on sleeping mats with a blanket on the floor. Because of the weather, I knew most of the shelters were overloaded.

   I scanned the people on the floor, some of them sleeping, but many sitting up with a blanket around their body.

   My heart sank as I saw the people in tattered clothing, and inhaled the stench of unwashed bodies.

   Was this the best they could expect on Christmas Eve? Just stepping into the place reminded me of how damn lucky I’d been. The Colters were ungodly wealthy, and because my father had already passed away, that wealth had been distributed to all of his kids and my mother.

   At the ripe old age of twenty-two, I was already rich, but I’d never for a moment not considered working, or getting a college degree. My dad had been an educated man, and I knew he’d wanted the same for all his children. My identical twin brother, Marcus, had taken over my father’s legacy, while the rest of us were busy planning our destinies by continuing on to college. Marcus had it the worst, trying to go to school and keep up with what was happening with our dad’s international business interests. I knew as soon as my twin graduated, he’d be traveling the world.

   And damn…I was going to miss him.

   “Can I help you? I’m afraid we don’t have any space left.” The female voice was low and compassionate.

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