Cover art photo used under license from Shutterstock.com First Edition: September 2013 $ BILLIONAIRE (Part 6) Lila We were back in New York. After the night flight and the cocooning extravagance, time was loose, almost lyrical, like my life had become a particularly sweet song that I had to stop and just appreciate every now and then. Two weeks in Paris had bonded me to Alexander irrevocably. Our connection was forged, deeply and sublimely, by a mutual need that had taken over every aspect of my days, and my nights. He rarely left my side. His presence had become my compass. His touch drew me like nothing I had ever experienced. And his dedication to my every whim was a luxury I knew was dangerously addictive. I had no need for a watch or to even be aware of the day or the hour. The schedule my former life had been ruled by seemed petty and distant. All I could comprehend now was the comfort I was still adjusting to. I opened my eyes to unshadowed late-morning light, stretching like a cat, naked under the plush quilted mounds of the duvet and the Egyptian cotton sheets whose thread count was probably in the six-digit neighborhood. I let my hands search the cool, unoccupied half of his California king-sized bed.
