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  THE BILLIONAIRE

  FROM CLEVELAND

  UNITED STATES OF BILLIONAIRES BOOK 14

  CJ HOWARD

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  Summary

  “Is the sugar daddy about to become a BABY daddy?”

  When Sasha began dating handsome billionaire Ian it was as part of a sugar baby-sugar daddy arrangement that suited the both of them.

  Sasha needed extra money and Ian did not want the stress of romantic commitment.

  However, their relationship was more passionate than most and sex was definitely on the menu.

  With night after night of sexual fun it was no surprise when the inevitable happened.

  Sasha was pregnant and and she was keeping it.

  Can the Sugar Daddy become a real daddy? And can the two become more than just an arrangement?

  Download now and start reading this sweet but sexy romance. Watch out for a surprise twist that might leave you shocked and a happy ending that will make you drop your jaw!

  Copyright Notice

  The Billionaire From Cleveland © 2018, CJ Howard

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Contents

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  Chapter5

  Chapter6

  Chapter7

  chapter 8

  chapter 9

  chapter 10

  chapter 11

  chapter 12

  chapter 13

  chapter 14

  Chapter1

  Sasha felt her phone vibrate for the third time in the last ten minutes. She didn’t want to have to pull her phone out in the middle of the loud, crowded dance floor, but her pocket was buzzing, and someone must have an emergency to be blowing up her phone so much.

  “Hey girl, what’s up?” Sasha shouted to her roommate, Giselle, on the other line. She could barely hear anything as the DJ kept blasting remixes over the obnoxiously drunk crowd.

  “Where you at?” Giselle asked in her raspy voice.

  “Liquid! R.J. was supposed to meet me, but he flaked. Come, though” Sasha requested, hoping that Giselle could be her wing-girl for the night.

  “Who’s R.J.?” Giselle asked.

  “You know, the guy with the skinny legs who always buys everyone shots?” Sasha told her.

  “Oh, right, I haven’t seen that guy in forever,” Giselle responded.

  “Yeah, I know, he always flakes. Which is why you should walk on over to Liquid, girl!” Sasha shouted over the phone.

  “I can’t, I got a job with Frank. He says to bring a friend. You in?” Giselle asked. Frank was her client, the wealthy son of a Cleveland politician.

  “I don’t know, girl. You know what happened last time. I don’t think I’m ready to do it again,” Sasha replied, not wanting to remember the mistakes of her past.

  “It’s a real good one, sis. These guys pay well. Plus, we’d get to party on their boat,” Giselle said on the other line as a drunken dancer nudged his elbow into Sasha’s back.

  “How much?” Sasha shouted over the music.

  “I don’t know his friends name, but I’m sure he’s cute,” Giselle answered, obviously not hearing what Sasha had asked.

  “No, I said how much are they paying for us tonight?” Sasha asked as loudly as possible, a woman behind her overhearing.

  “Two K,” Giselle responded.

  “Just for tonight?” Sasha asked.

  “Call it a first date. I think this guy hangs out with Frank a lot,” Giselle told Sasha. She thought about it for a moment before giving a final answer. “Hello? Sasha, you there? I’m headed there now.”

  “I’ll meet you there. Text me the address,” Sasha told her, hanging up her phone. She didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do, but a guy who was willing to put out $2,000 for a first date was likely to give a massive tip if she took it further later.

  Sasha looked around at the people dancing to the same rhythmic beat that’d been booming for the last twenty minutes. This bar was the last place she wanted to be. She slipped her phone back into her jeans pocket and headed toward the exit. Just as she made it to the edge of the crowd, a business-looking college student yelled out to her.

  “Hey! Sasha,” he called. She couldn’t even remember his name.

  “Oh, right, the drink!” Sasha replied, turning toward him and grabbing the Jack and Coke from his hand. She’d forgotten about this blonde empty notebook who had offered to buy her a drink when she realized that her friend had stood her up. “Thanks!” She told him, clinking her glass against his.

  “So, you said you just moved here, right?” The blonde asked, Sasha nodding along as she sucked her drink down as fast as possible. “That’s cool. It’s a great place to get started.”

  “Right!” She said, finishing up her drink. “Well, it was nice meeting you! Thanks so much!” She said, walking away.

  “Hey, wait, do you want my number?” he asked. Sasha waved with a bright smile, pretending to not hear his offer for his phone number. She walked to the bar, set her empty glass down, and headed toward the exit.

  A girl like Sasha had an easy time finding men willing to buy drinks for her. It was rare that a woman with such natural and effortless beauty was born into the world. She rarely had a blemish appear across her deep brown skin. Her round face matched her curvy body, allowing her to appeal to men interested in cute and beautiful women.

  She didn’t look like most girls. Some would even pay money for a figure that had so many curves. Her figure came from her Puerto Rican mother. She shared her same hourglass figure with her mother and her sister. She knew some of her features, especially her rich brown skin, came from her South African father. She didn’t even have a picture of him, however, so it was hard to tell exactly what belonged to him and what did her mother.

  As a child, Sasha’s African American features got in the way of her self-image. She was one of five African American students at her small suburban Ohio public high school. It was easy for her to stand out. Once she moved to the city, learned how to put on some decent make up and dress to accentuate her features, it wasn’t long before people started noticing her.

  She was a little bit of a celebrity herself, having several thousand followers on her social media accounts. She was all about having her fashion and makeup on point. It was important for her to maintain a good image, rarely repeating ou
tfits and making sure to keep up with her social media accounts.

  When you looked as good as Sasha, it was easy to live a life like a celebrity. Still, she was missing something she’d wanted for a long time—a best friend. Giselle was a decent friend, but they were a bit more like colleagues. As a fellow internet celebrity, Giselle had different priorities that didn’t always concern Sasha. They mainly looked out for themselves.

  Though she had many likes across her accounts, it wasn’t always what she needed to feel less lonely. She had a face some spent thousands trying to achieve with plastic surgery. She had thick plump lips that spread across her round and smooth chin. Her nose was perfectly round as well and pointed up toward her massive alien eyes. They were light brown, and when the sun hit them just right, they looked like gold medallions.

  Sasha loved riding around in a car through the streets of downtown Cleveland. There wasn’t anything more thrilling to her than the city. She loved looking at the tall twinkling buildings, wondering who was awake and watching television in their hotel room or who might have passed out on the couch at their friend’s apartment. She wondered if the couple walking down the street holding hands had just started dating or if it was a married couple who’d been together for decades. She saw an empty pizza box smashed on the ground and wondered who would have just tossed their pizza box on the street?

  Before she had time to finish one thought, the cab she was riding in had arrived at the docks where she was meeting Giselle. She had been there once before with a friend from high school who had borrowed his father’s boat to go for a ride. It was an uncomfortable experience for Sasha, not realizing that he had only invited her out to try and hit on her. That was the last time she agreed to meet up with old high school friends who hit her up through social media.

  She got out of the cab and stretched, feeling more relaxed in her tight jeans and lace corset bodysuit now that the Jack and Coke was running through her blood. She straightened out her pants and carefully walked over the gravel parking lot in her strappy black silk heels. She was at a different part of the docks than she’d been to last time, realizing it might be a private lot.

  The smell of Lake Erie hit her in the face, brushing a cool breeze through her tight golden locks. She had recently bleached her hair, creating a perfect caramel to match her mocha skin. Not everyone could pull off such a bold look, but Sasha’s symmetrical face was the one to attempt the daring style.

  “Finally!” Giselle said in her latex pink dress. She was a bit more dressed up than Sasha, but she wasn’t worried, as she believed Giselle had to try a bit harder with her plain face and untoned body. Giselle was an expert call girl, Frank being her fourth client.

  Giselle grew up in a wealthy family in the suburbs, but her spending habits became a little too much for her dad’s account. She didn’t want to have to get a real job and found that some men were willing to pay for women who had high standards. She made them look good and feel better, so Giselle was a high price.

  She was good at finding other people with talent as well, people who had a special ability, people who got “it.” She thought that Sasha would be perfect for a life like hers and reached out to her through social media, offering a cheap bedroom in the city. Giselle had gotten a discount at some renovated lofts in the flats because of who her father was, so Sasha was getting the benefit of that too.

  Sasha had bigger dreams than just spending her nights with men for money, but she didn’t fit in well at regular jobs, just like Giselle. She wanted to be a model or a singer, whatever it took to be famous. She liked all that came along with that lifestyle and was willing to do whatever it took to get to the top. Any man would be lucky to get to spend their time with Sasha, and she knew it. Why not make someone pay?

  “Girl, come on, do not give me attitude. I got here as fast as I could,” Sasha replied, following Giselle down the dock. “So, like, where are we?”

  “So, you know that basketball player? Ian O… something?” Giselle said as they approached a massive boat.

  “Ian O’Shea? The guy who was on that TV show?” Sasha asked excitedly. Though it was made for kids, Sasha had to admit that she had watched the show “Unexpected” on TV all the time when she was in college.

  “Yeah, girl, he’s here! He’s Frank’s like brother-in-law or like second cousin or something I think!” Giselle said excitedly.

  “What are you serious?” Sasha shot back. She didn’t know if she was ready for that information. Ian was someone she had always had a sort of crush on. He was certainly the wealthiest man in Cleveland, making hundreds of millions of dollars during his athletic career, winning championships and earning massive contracts for high paying sponsorships. When he retired early after a knee injury, he took on the sitcom role of a young man who must adopt his sister’s four kids after she dies in a car accident. After six seasons on a major network and deals for syndication, Ian almost doubled his net worth.

  “I would not lie about this, girl!” Giselle replied. After the show ended, he’d moved back to Cleveland from Los Angeles and had since worked on endorsing his father and helping his campaign for Ohio Senator, an election coming up that fall. Sasha, of course, knew all this, being a bit of a fan. She never would have believed that she was going to have the chance to meet him in real life. She suddenly wished she would have been a bit more prepared. Still, she was looking good that night. She always was when she knew she was going out.

  Chapter2

  Ian O’Shea looked down at the beer in his hands, not realizing how drunk he was until he had already finished his drink. “They’ll be here any minute,” Frank said.

  “Who?” Ian asked.

  “You know, my girl Giselle. She’s got a bomb friend I want you to meet. They don’t make girls as fine as that for video games, bro,” Frank told Ian. Ian would normally never hang out with a guy like Frank, but Frank was his sister’s brother-in-law and he was always asking to hang out with the big superstar Ian, so of course, he gave in.

  “This the girl you pay for?” Ian asked, remembering something about him having a few different sugar babies.

  “Yeah, she’s so gorgeous, you won’t believe it, bro,” Frank responded.

  “Remind me again why you have to pay someone to sleep with you?” Ian asked back. He had never had a relationship like that in the past. He certainly had girlfriends spend plenty of his money, so part of him didn’t think it was too different. Still, he felt strange imagining what it might be like to pay someone to sleep with him,

  “Look, you pay any girl you’re with, right? At least these girls are honest with you. And, bro, they’re not like the usual girls you pick up at the bar. I’m talking about models and artists, musicians, and actresses. These girls aren’t just going to sleep with anyone. They’re only going to be spending time with the best of the best, and their time doesn’t come cheap. Why should it when so many other men are willing to spend time with them?”

  “I never thought about it like that. I just thought you were some loser who couldn’t get a date,” Ian responded, actually thinking about what Frank had to say.

  “Bro, get out of here!” Frank teased, always enjoying it when he felt like he could call Ian a friend. He’d grown up wealthy most of his life, and it was hard for him to know which friends he could trust. Ian was someone who had more money than he could spend in a lifetime, so Frank knew he was there for more than just that.

  The door to the bottom of the boat opened, and Giselle and Sasha walked in. “Ladies! So glad you could make it to my boat!” Frank said, walking toward them. He walked right up to Giselle, giving her a kiss and squeezing her butt.

  Ian stood up from the couch and walked toward Sasha, reaching out a hand. “Hey, I’m Ian.”

  “Sasha,” she said, shaking his hand back. He was at least a foot taller than she was, maybe more. He had bright red hair that was a bit messy, showing signs that he had probably been drinking that night. His hand was twice the size of Sasha’s, squeezing i
t hard before letting go. He had a few freckles dotted over his soft nose, making his crisp green eyes sharper.

  He had a goofy, stretchy smile that exposed a set of bright white teeth. His face was lacking wrinkles, but his red beard dotted with gray hair suggested he was about a decade older than Sasha. He wasn’t the oldest man she’d ever be with, she thought to herself.

  “Giselle, I have to show you the bedroom,” Frank told her, leading her to a room off the main entertainment area on the lower deck of the yacht. Giselle giggled as she followed him into the bedroom.

  “I’m assuming they’ll be a minute,” Sasha joked to Ian.

  “You’re probably right. Can I get you a drink?” Ian asked.

  “I’d love a beer,” Sasha replied.

  Ian walked over to a mini fridge behind a bar in the corner and pulled out a bottle of something Sasha had never heard of. She enjoyed trying new things, however. He walked toward the couch and handed her the beer. They heard Giselle laugh loudly from the other room, a louder thud following. Sasha gulped the beer fast, wanting to break some of the tension in the room. Was Ian expecting her to do the same thing?

  “This is a cool boat,” she told him, not being able to help but smile, looking into his piercing face.

  “It is very nice, isn’t it?” Ian said, looking around awkwardly. It had been quite a while since he had been with a girl. He wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Was she a call girl too? Was she Frank’s other call girl? He was confused about the whole thing and couldn’t figure out what to do next. “So, you from Cleveland?”

  “East Suburbs,” Sasha responded, not wanting to make awkward small talk. Giselle had told Sasha he was probably expecting her to go all the way that night, as Frank figured that’d be what he wanted. She was prepared to have sex with him, but she was nervous, hoping he would start. They sat there for a few more moments of awkward silence, and Sasha decided she couldn’t take it anymore.