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  Worth Billions

  Worth It Series, Volume 1

  Lexy Timms

  Published by Dark Shadow Publishing, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  WORTH BILLIONS

  First edition. June 4, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Lexy Timms.

  Written by Lexy Timms.

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  Copyright 2018 Lexy Timms

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  Worth Billions Blurb

  SMALL TOWNS ARE FOR small minds. I left for college and never looked back.

  Ensconced in my luxurious, and lucrative, vineyard, I barely ever spare a thought for my old life. Until I got word that my self-declared ‘godfather’ had passed and put me in charge of his estate.

  Now I’ve got to go back to the town where the cows outnumber the people to put his affairs in order. I expected to see familiar faces, a little order, a lot worse for wear.

  What I didn’t expect to see is the fresh-faced female who snuck into my bed, and who’s trying to sneak into my heart. But can I trust her, or is she after my bank account and not my affection?

  Warning: This is a steamy romance story that includes adult content suitable for readers 18+

  Contents

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  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

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  Chapter 1

  Grayson

  My hometown smelled like shit. Literal, ethereal shit. Cow shit. Horse shit. Chicken shit. All sorts of shit. Such a fitting omen for my return to the awful place. Why the hell Anton had put me in charge of his estate was beyond me. I was sure the man had family other than me. But I sort of owed it to him to settle his estate. He took me in during the roughest time in my childhood and never once asked me for anything.

  Well, he almost never asked.

  He called himself my godfather, but the only fatherly thing he ever did was cuss me for wanting to play football before rolling over and accepting it. He said I’d never make anything of myself playing football professionally. That being big didn’t mean I could make it in the big leagues. He advised me to take a safer route. To made an honest, decent living.

  Hopefully, he was eating his words and proud as hell of me now.

  I plugged my nose as I tore down the main streets of my hometown. Stillsville, Illinois. The name was fitting. Stillsville. The damn place was stuck in the past. They’d rather have their buildings and their heritage rot away than come into the twenty-first century. Or even the twentieth for that matter. I tore down the highway and made my way through the small streets, blasting by people I didn’t want to see. I’d moved away and never looked back for a reason, but now Anton had dragged me all the way back.

  With his fucking death.

  I’d been up since dawn, riding in my private jet. Landing at O’Hare I’d picked up the rental my assistant booked. There was nowhere to land an airplane near Stillsville. The damn place didn’t even have an airport big enough for me. That summed it up really. The little town hadn’t been big enough for my efforts. For my dreams. For the hard work I put into my life.

  I’d been so glad to see it in my rearview mirror when I left all those years ago.

  It was just as well my jet couldn’t land here, I didn’t want this town to know how well I was doing anyway. I didn’t care about their respect or their nods of acknowledgement. I didn’t care about their congratulations or their asinine questions about what I was doing to earn my billions. If they found out how much money I had, their hands would be out in a heartbeat. The mayor would be hitting me up for donations, trying to schmooze me over fried foods and bullshit alcoholic drinks I could make better in my sleep. They’d all want something from me, and they would all feel entitled to it because ‘they had a hand in raising me’ or some bullshit.

  No the fuck they didn’t.

  Stillsville looked just like I remembered. Old. Neglected. Dilapidated. Some of the shops I remembered were already closed down, likely due to their inability to keep up with progress. These people had no idea what kind of world we lived in outside their city limits. They were stuck in the past, and would die there.

  Just like Anton had.

  Industrial America was on the way out. It already had been when I was a boy, and nothing had replaced it. People in my hometown voted for worthless politicians running on a platform of bringing the industry back, then sat back and watched as their life savings was sucked dry by higher taxes and underhanded government tactics. They sat on their asses waiting for absolutely nothing, yet continued to vote on hope. They went all in, hoping for the past to come back. Instead of other options, like learning a new trade.

  Or getting out of the damn place altogether.

  This town’s all about family. Heritage. Don’t you turn your back on that, hear me boy?

  Football? The hell’s gotten into you? Work with your hands, son. That’s the only way to earn a living.

  I could hear the familiar voice of my father in my head as I passed through downtown Stillsville. It was slowly being choked off by weeds and stagnation. Even the concrete of the sidewalk was giving up and surrendering to the unyielding vegetation. It made me sick to look at it. To see all the people that surrounded me as a boy just dying in this poverty, helped along by their own stubborn refusal to change.

  Choking on the weeds that pierced through their empty shops.

  It didn’t take me long to get to Anton’s house. It sat at the edge of town on a massive piece of land. Though it was one of the largest properties in the area, it was small in comparison to my home in California. People in my hometown thought a two story five-thousand square foot house was too much.

  Imagine how they’d gawk at m
y twenty-thousand square foot vineyard home in the middle of the Napa Valley.

  As I rolled up Anton’s tainted driveway, I was hit with memories of my past. Memories of when I came to live with the old man at the start of my senior year in high school. I remembered stumbling onto his porch, bruised and battered, and hiding how absolutely petrified I was. I’d gotten into yet another fight with my pathetic excuse for a father, and my mother was drowning in too much booze to do anything about it. I was just looking for a place to stay for the night. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to eat. I just wanted to shower and go the fuck to sleep.

  Anton never pressured me at all.

  He’d calmly made me dinner, then showed me to my room. Told me I could stay as long as I wanted. As long as I respected the rules of his house and respected myself in the process, I could stay.

  Shaking my head at the memory, I parked at the end of the driveway and looked over at the small house.

  Well, small for me.

  Not small for the town.

  That house had been a beacon of hope for me. I thought it was the largest place in existence. At seventeen, I thought Anton was rich, retired and living off his seventy thousand a year.

  Seventy thousand.

  I pulled that much in nearly every day.

  That final confrontation with my father kept replaying in my mind as I sat in the rental car. He had been so angry that I wanted to play football. So disappointed that I wanted to go off to college. He expected me to work in the factories with him so he could show off his big old boy to all his big old friends. In his mind, raising me right meant me following in his footsteps, and when he didn’t like what I had to say, he tried to beat me into submission.

  Over, and over, and over again.

  That next morning was the best morning of my childhood. I woke up to Anton fixing a Russian breakfast. He told me of his childhood in Russia. About how finding bread involved creative interpretations of ownership. Stories of women selling themselves for food for their children and men exchanging manual labor for weeks of their time just to secure three loaves of bread and a bag of fucking rice.