Thursday, 16 June 2016

THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

The Billionaire Baritone, blog serial, Linzé Brandon, sweet romance

Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.

Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.


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David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.

Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.



CHAPTER 1

It was dark, but not late. I readjusted my backpack and tried not to put too much weight on my left ankle. Stupid kid, I thought not for the first time. Although at the time I had used much stronger language to express the pain when a fellow dancer misjudged his turn and kicked my ankle.
Hip hop wasn't a dance known for its gentle movements. I winced as pain shot up my leg once more. I stopped and rested my hand on the wall of the bridge. Taking deep breaths, I waited for the pain to pass. It was only a bruise, but it still managed to hurt like a bitch.
A breeze started up and floated around me. I canted my head. What a beautiful voice!
Ignoring the pain now I walked as fast as I could to get past the wall blocking the sounds from the city.
There it was again. A rich, dark baritone. I closed my eyes and lifted my head to determine the direction of the music.
Without even thinking that I had to work tomorrow and still had some way to go to get home, I opened my eyes and followed the sound.
A few hundred meters down the road the sound no longer drifted. I could see a house with what looked like an open theatre at the back and side of the property.
On the stage was a man dressed in a suit. His face was cast in shadows, but it was him. Shivers ran down my spine at the notes he sang. I pulled a face. Opera wasn't my favourite music, but I couldn't see him singing anything else with that incredible voice.
As a rock 'n roll bunny, I had no idea if he was a famous opera singer or not, but I didn't want to leave.
I moved as close to the edge of the theatre as I could, but staying in the shadows. I would hate to disturb that performance in any way. I closed my eyes once more and just listened.
How long I sat there, I didn't know. So caught up in the emotions in his voice, I screamed when I felt a touch on my shoulder.
I jumped up and screamed again when my injured ankle gave way under my weight.
I looked up at a tall guy in a uniform. He was holding a torch and backed up a few steps. He crouched, fortunately keeping the light on the ground and not on my face.
“Ma'am,” he said, “are you okay?”
I frowned and tried to get up. My ankle hurt but so did my ass and right hand. I must have fallen on a rock or something.
“What do you want?” I asked feeling distinctly stupid and hurt.
He held up both hands, making the torch light flash over his face. “This is private property ma'am, and you are—”
“Almost trespassing?” another voice added.
I stumbled but managed not to fall this time. This has turned out to be a nightmare of a day.
“I am sorry,” I managed, “I didn't mean...I will go...sorry.”
“Please wait,” the second man spoke up. The first seemed to have faded into the background.
I tried a miserable smile and hitched my backpack higher on my shoulder. “I am okay, really. Sorry for being a bother.”
It was hard, but I managed to walk without crying out in pain. How the hell I am going to walk all the way home, I didn't know.
A warm hand touched my arm. “Please, don't leave. You are hurt.”
I stopped and turned around. He had a point, but I was wary. I didn't know him from Adam, and a girl couldn't be too careful these days. I had already been stupid enough not to go straight home.
He stepped back and nodded to the security guard that had appeared again. “We are not going to harm you. I know you are scared, but please let us help you. At least let me call a paramedic.”
It set off a different bell of panic in my head. “It's okay. Really, I am fine.”
I shifted my weight to my other leg. My hand hurt, but the thought of medical bills on my already small income, made me head hurt.
I heard a radio crackle for a moment before more people arrived. Amongst them was a woman.
“David,” she started, “what on earth are you scaring this young woman for? Can't you see she is hurt?”
The man, David, turned towards her. “I am trying to help her, Mother, but I cannot force her to accept my help.”