Free The Billionaire's Mistaken Match ( A BWWM Romance) by Izabella Brooks Page A

couch. She had her head thrown back, listening to the thumping techno music that could be heard streaming through her ear buds. She didn’t even notice Paloma as she tore through the living room and into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She didn’t want anyone to know the shame and anger she felt over the entire situation, and she certainly didn’t need to explain to Kit that she had been right. Looking at the painting across from the bed, she followed the line of people moving up, doing better, getting along just fine. It was time for her to stand up and do her own thing. She made up her mind that she was going to do all in her power to find Reid and figure out what the hell was going on. She knew his name and, apparently, he was a billionaire. It couldn’t be too hard to find him. She grabbed her laptop and a notebook and began her research.
    Hours later, a knock at the door drew her attention away from the screen. She was sore from leaning over the laptop for so long and her joints protested at the unfolding of her legs as she stood from the bed. Kit stood on the other side of the door, looking ready for a party.
    “I thought you were still gone; I was starting to worry. I even tried calling.”
    Paloma gave her a puzzled look and dug around in her pocket for her phone. The device was dead. The battery must have run out while she was immersed in her online stalking.
    “Wanna go to the club?”
    “No.” Paloma walked across the room and attached her phone to the charger. “I can’t. I’m busy.” She jumped back onto the bed and pulled her notebook onto her lap.
    “Busy doing what? Job hunting? Come on, P, shake it up a little.”
    “I’m not job hunting. I’m…Did you know Reid is a billionaire? That’s with nine zeros, Kit. Nine. He owns half of the lower east side developmental projects and is responsible for building the new sports complex on the river.”
    “Oh, so he finally called?”
    “Well, no, not exactly.” Paloma eased the top of her laptop down, suddenly ashamed of what she had been doing.
    “Come on, P, you aren’t stalking him are you?” Kit jumped on the bed and grabbed for the computer. She opened it up to find a number of windows open, each containing an article about Winslow and his company. The wealth of information was impressive. “You have lost your damn mind, you know that right.”
    “I know, it’s just that I need to know. I mean, look.” She clicked over to a new window. This one listed his charitable giving and the programs he sponsored. “Look how great he is. He’s like a saint.” Kit took her time to read the articles on the page.
    “Okay, so he’s a giving guy.”
    “He’s a nice guy! And look at this.” She clicked over to another page. “He’s not just nice to people, he bought an entire animal shelter and converted it to a no-kill. Why?” She pointed to one line in the text.
    “Kittens are cute?”
    “Exactly. Does that sound like the kind of guy who would take a woman out, have a good time, have amazing sex, hang out all day the next day, then erase her from his life? He is not your typical guy. I’m telling you, something isn’t right. Why would he want to be reassigned?”
    “He’s single.”
    “Well, yeah, that’s the point. I don’t want to date a married man.”
    “No, I mean in the pictures. All of them. He’s by himself. There are no dates to any of the events, it’s just him. Maybe he’s not the saint you think he is. He doesn’t seem to be able to settle on a woman long enough to take them to anything.” Paloma grabbed the computer away and began flipping through the pictures she had found. Kit was right, there was no one with him in any photo and no mention of him escorting anyone to any events. “Look, come on out with me. We’ll go somewhere new. I’m sure there’s a place we haven’t been within walking distance. Let’s go pound a few brews.”
    Paloma closed the computer with an exasperated sigh.