The Billionaire's Daughter (Part Three): Body and Soul

The final installment of this popular trilogy! Claire is settled into her new life in San Francisco and has accepted Jordan as her Master. A sudden call from her estranged mother, urging her to return to New York to help save the family business, leaves her feeling conflicted. How can she choose between her lover and her family? If she leaves Jordan now, will he still be there for her when she returns? ***WARNING*** This 11,500 word story contains ADULT THEMES and GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT EXTRACT: Another heavy sigh. “Claire, I know who called this morning.” “Oh.” “Are you going to tell me why she called?” Claire shook her head and cut another slice off her steak. “It’s immaterial.” “Nothing’s immaterial where you and I are concerned.” “Then it’s a good thing you and I aren’t concerned in this matter.” “Claire.” Claire wanted to scream. She obviously wasn’t going to be able to dodge this one. “The corporation is in trouble. That bastard my father wanted me to marry was embezzling. My mother wants me to come running home to fix it. Oh, and my father’s had a heart attack and is awaiting open heart surgery.” Silence. When Claire finally deigned to meet Jordan’s eyes, they were full of sympathy. “I’m sorry, Claire,” he finally said, reaching for her hand. “That must have been very startling news for you to hear. I wish you had told me sooner.” “Like I said, it has nothing to do with us.” “Of course it does. What are you going to do?” “My life is here now,” Claire said simply, and tried to smile at him. “I have you and the cafe. That’s what I want.” “There’s what you want, and there’s what’s right,” Jordan replied. “It sounds like your family needs you.” “They rejected me.” “This could be an opportunity for healing, Claire,” Jordan said in his deep, soothing voice. “It would mean leaving you,” she said, and her voice broke. Jordan reached across the table with his other hand and grasped hers. He clutched her fingers tightly in his. “We can have a long distance relationship. I’ll come and visit you,” he promised. “And I’ll be here when you get back.” “What if I don’t come back?” she whispered. “What if I can’t?” “Let’s not talk in what ifs,” he said. “Let’s enjoy what is, right now.”