Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,1

dizzy.

“How is that better?”

“I never said it was better. But it popped into my head and sounded funny, so why not?”

He didn’t continue. There was only silence. I pushed my ear up to the door but couldn’t hear a thing. James wouldn’t leave me here, would he?

“James? You still there?”

“Yes. Just checking my subscriber numbers. I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back. And remember, the streaking will take less than a minute. You do this, and a minute later, you can dress and enjoy the party. I’ll leave you with that thought.”

I rolled my eyes and mumbled, “Yeah. I’ll enjoy the party in handcuffs.”

There was no way I was streaking. I wasn’t nineteen years old and drunk at a party. I was twenty-eight, head of my company, Diaz Technologies, and was here for business.

There had to be another way out. Even in the most complicated math equations, there was always an answer. And I had yet to discover a problem I couldn’t solve.

Perhaps something in this room would help.

My fingers stretched across the smooth wall as I felt my way around. My foot caught on something. I reached down. It was a cardboard box. I waved my arm in front of me and discovered several more. James held me captive in a storage closet.

Moving farther along the wall, I made it to the corner and turned, creeping against another wall. There was a sudden pain as my head banged against something hard and sharp. Squinting, I rubbed the spot on my forehead and hoped there wasn’t any blood.

I felt for what I had hit. It seemed to be a clothing rack, as I found a few wooden hangers with wire hooks dangling from it. I wondered, with the ribbon James had given me and the hanger, if I could make something MacGyver-esque and save myself from James’s plan.

Making my way back to the door, I found the ribbon on the ground where I dropped it. After a few twists of the ribbon on the hanger, I tried to pick the lock.

I concluded I wasn’t MacGyver after several failed attempts. I was a math nerd turned tech geek trapped in a closet, naked with a hanger, swaddled in festive ribbon. Definitely a new low for me.

This moment trumped the hot pepper incident. Just thinking of the incident hurt my cock.

I wasn’t much of a ladies' man, but I had dated a few women in my time. But ever since I made my billions, the women I dated were more interested in my money than my personality. Everyone realized that but me. And to say I did some crazy things to impress them was an understatement. The hot pepper incident was the worst of them all.

But I learned my lesson. Never feed a woman ghost peppers and then have her suck your cock. It’s not kinky; it’s horrific.

I took the hook off the hanger and tried to pick the lock. I knew nothing about it but felt somewhat confident as I had watched many movies involving heists. They always included someone who could pick locks. I couldn’t imagine it would be that difficult.

After several minutes and sweat forming on my brow, I gave up. I guess picking locks would never be a backup career of mine. There went my plans of helping in any heists . . .

“Change your mind, Monty?”

I gripped the hanger so tightly that I heard it crack. The only way out was to agree to whatever foolishness my brother wanted me to do.

There was an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being stuck in here for several hours. It might do me good to take a break. Be bored for a while. Maybe the next big idea would hit me, alone in my solitude—and perhaps madness.

I frowned because all the excuses I imagined didn’t make me feel any better. James held the key to my release. One day I would get him back . . .

I banged on the door a few times in frustration. “Yes, I have—”

Right then, as I was about to admit defeat to my brother, there was a noise. It didn’t come from the door where I stood arguing with James. No, it came from my right.

“Monty, if you just—”

“Shh!” I waved him off, even though he couldn’t see me. I stepped to the side as I hadn’t explored this area of the closet.

“Monty, I’m getting some hors d’oeuvres and something to drink. I’ll be