Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
I’m obsessed, and yet I can’t have her. It’s sick and wrong, so I should let her go, but she needs my help. Even if that fucker was nobody outside her building, I realized how unsafe her neighborhood was, and then to find out she was about to be evicted. Until she’s good and ready, I’ll keep her as my fake personal assistant.
Of course, I’ve caught several strange looks from my men since last night because I don’t allow any females in my life and into my private space. They most certainly know I don’t need a personal alarm clock. I operate like a machine, but it isn’t anyone’s business. I pay them to do a job, and now that includes protecting my little PA—precious assistant.
As soon as the shower is on, my hand goes straight to my cock. I’ve choked the fuck out of my meat since I’ve crossed paths with Harley. Thoughts of fucking that pretty little face and bending her over my desk has played in my visions every damn waking minute. Water sprays all over my body as I stroke up and down, rubbing my length until I come, shooting my load on my hand and the wall. It would be better if it was all over her.
Chapter Four
Harley
It’s been a week, and I’ve learned that I’m only here because he feels sorry for me and is making up for his mistake. As much as I want to up and quit, a girl needs her money, so I put on a fake smile and do his menial tasks that are useless because the man is a clock built by the finest artisans; I’ve yet to remind him of his job. Also, this place has its perks. The gym is killer, and I get to run on the fancy treadmill, getting in about ten miles a day.
It’s one of my favorite hobbies. I have done several races, including a marathon last year. Once, Dylan actually worked out at the same time and was surprised that I finished in record time. He was worried I’d burn out the motor. “I could always go running outside.”
“No, it’s better and safer for you to run inside.”
“I suppose.” I don’t mind either, but he has a point. It’s always so crowded at the park. Still, he works my nerves with his overly protective attitude, and I was so close to letting my tongue slip.
I stockpiled my first paycheck just in case I said something that got my ass fired. This weekend, I’m off with my cousin to her bachelorette party, so I’m getting ready now. With my light brown hair styled, looking a little less blah, and makeup slightly done, I slide on my little black dress, which makes me feel cute but not slutty.
Immediately, I nearly barrel into that great wall of a chest. “Mr…Dylan. I didn’t see you there.” He’s coming out of the gym with no shirt on, chest glistening with sweat, muscles amplified from the workout. I try to catch my breath, but how can I when he looks perfect? At least I can say it’s from slamming into him.
He looks me up and down. “Whoa. Where are you going?” he growls. He doesn’t notice my lack of oxygen.
Straightening my posture, I answer, “I told you that I have my cousin’s bachelorette party.”
“You look beautiful.”
There goes my breath again. “Thank you, Dylan.”
“Be a good girl and take one of my vehicles.”
I wave off his offer. “That’s not necessary. I was just going to take an Uber to my cousin’s and then take her car.”
He grasps my chin a little rough. “The fuck you are. You don’t belong in any stranger’s vehicle.” Shit, I think I need to change my panties. They’re soaked.
“Yes, sir. Anything else I should do?”
“Don’t start with me.” He closes the distance, the space between us becoming negligible. He presses his thumb along my mouth and my lips part. He leans in and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he brushes his lips by my ear and whispers, “Be a good girl tonight. Don’t make me kill anyone.” His teeth bite down on my lobe, grazing it before he quickly pulls away, and then he storms into his office and slams the door shut.
I don’t know how to breathe because my entire body is shaking with lust. Why? Why did he have to do that before I went out? The man has done everything to push me away. I shake my head and take the keys and my purse.
“Hello, ladies. What can I get you?” the bartender asks me. He’s handsome, and instantly I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before.
“Do you, like, have some cosmos?” my cousin asks.
“Come on, Lily. This is a small town. They’re not going to have that stuff here.”