Free His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five by Drew Sinclair

decision which had been followed by a subsequent series of even worse choices and as yet she was no closer to finding out what had happened to Boyevik and his men. It was the final piece of the puzzle she needed and the one which he scrupulously avoided discussing.
    On the other hand, she had certainly succeeded in making Nena fall more and more in love with Dale Hargrave the awesome father figure of the little girl's dreams and the longer it went on the worse she felt about it.
    "Please don’t do that Dale." She said. "I asked her to be quiet and now you're saying it's okay for her not to be. I'm the one who has to live with her, raise her, speak to her teachers and all of the other things that come with being a parent, not you."
    Dale went silent and gave a wink to Nena before putting a long index finger quietly to his lips. The little girl did the same thing and then sat there grinning uncontrollably from ear to ear. Lindsay was silently crumbling inside. Over the years she had told a lot of lies in order to get the truth out to the public and never second guessed her integrity for a moment. Deceiving Dale Hargrave was no more than the bastard deserved but what she was doing to Nena was rapidly turning into the most unjustifiable, unforgivable thing she had ever done in her whole life.
    This thing had to end and the sooner the better. Thus her master plan.
    Today was the day.
    Her phone buzzed in her pocket. That would be Marco. Every hour on the hour for weeks, relentlessly, he always checked in. His dedication to making sure she was safe had begun to slowly change her feelings about him. Maybe he wasn't just a goofy friend after all. Maybe he was really something special. He was possibly the only man who could ever truly understand and accept her career, he knew her inside and out, warts and all and he always stood by her. It was just a pity that Nena had never warmed to him. Kids could be so superficial. Dale with all his money and trips and beautiful friends made poor old Marco and his anti-social dedication to exposing ugly truths to the American people seem like some kind of internet troll personified.
    "Who's that?" Dale said as she tapped a short message back to her boss.
    "No-one." She said testily.
    Dale watched her as the limo cruised on. She had been distant for days and that wasn't what he wanted.  He had never given so much time to a female prospect in his entire life. Not since that one and only let-down in high school. He had never let a woman get on top of him since then, emotionally or in any other way and he was used to getting what he wanted. Lindsay Day however, obviously hadn't been included on that memo. The crazy woman just didn't fit into any mold of humanity, male or female, that he could think of.
    Not that he had considered giving up the chase for a moment. No way in hell. She would break eventually, they all did and the longer it took the sweeter it was in the end.
    He knew she was still trying to dig for a story but he was equally determined to outplay her and Nena was the key to that. The only problem was that he had never used an innocent bystander like that before and it had never been his intention to take it so far. She was a cute kid, but he had no time for little people, cute or not, even if they always seemed to take to him for no reason. A smile here, a gift there was all he had thought about to keep her happy and most of all to make aunt Lindsay soften up and let down the draw bridge to that confounded fortress she was protecting. But it had been six weeks now and damn it if he wasn't becoming attached to the little lady on some level. When he eventually did take her hot aunty to bed and demolish her beneath him it would be hard as hell to jettison the waiflike pair from his world they way he knew they had to go in the end.
    Meantime, he was running around in circles to keep this whole thing secret. If Clay or Ruben found out he was still messing around with the one outsider witness