Mine to Keep (Southern Wedding #8) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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“Grace,” I say her name before walking into my office, tossing my jacket on the couch, and walking to my desk. I look up and find Grace is still at her desk. “Grace?” I watch her look over her shoulder at me, and I raise my hand to tell her to come here. She gets up and slowly makes her way to my office. “What are you doing?”

“I was emailing my feet customers,” she deadpans, pointing over her shoulder, and it makes her shirt rise a bit on the left side.

“I called you,” I tell her.

“No.” She comes into the office farther. “You said my name.”

“Twice,” I remind her.

“Okay, you said my name twice,” she admits. “You didn’t say anything after that, so how was I supposed to know you wanted me to come to your office?” I glare at her. “I just thought you were reminding yourself what my name was.” My eyes squint even more. “Or like a ’sup, Grace.”

“I know your name. When I call your name, it’s because I want something,” I grind out between clenched teeth.

“Well, now that we’ve got that figured out.” She claps her hands. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you have the information for me?” I ask, and she nods her head.

“I’ve set up a Zoom call,” she says, saving me a step. I should be thankful, but because I’m an asshole, I’m not. “I’ve already set it in your calendar.”

“Good. Do you have the file I gave you on Friday?” I ask, and she nods. “Can you get it so we can go over it?”

“I can,” she agrees, turning around and going to her desk. Now I’m the one looking at her ass, but the jacket covers most of it. She stops by the side of her desk and bends over again, making my cock wake up. I’ve never been at work with so many hard-ons in my life. I’m too old for this shit. She turns, coming back into the office with the file in one hand and a pad in the other.

“Okay,” she says, sitting in front of me, “give it to me.”

“Excuse me?” I reply, my heart beating so fast I hear it echo in my ears.

“I’m ready for it,” she rephrases, looking at me, and I swear all the blood in my body goes to one place and one place only, my cock, like the dirty old man people are going to call me. “Are you okay?” Grace asks me.

“I’m fine.” I look down at the paper in front of me. “Now let’s go over the client so we can get everything we need for the meeting in two days.”

seven

Grace

“‘I can buy myself flowers.’” I sing along to the radio as I head to work. I pull into the parking lot and go to the spot I always use even though I said I would stop using it, but I’m a creature of habit, so I’m sticking to my guns.

Turning the car off, I grab my purse from the passenger seat before I snatch the phone off the middle console apparatus my father installed in my car when he was here this weekend. Opening the door, I hold up my long flowy skirt before putting one foot down and then the other. I lean in, grabbing the white takeout coffee cup I picked up this morning on the way to work. I’m dragging ass today. School is beyond a doubt much harder than I thought it would be. I mean, I knew it was an intense program. I just didn’t know how intense it would be with me working full-time, then doing class five days a week for four hours every night. Plus doing homework until the wee hours of the morning. If my family hadn’t been here this weekend, I would have tried to get ahead in my homework, but they stayed until Sunday evening. The good news is I’m officially all moved in. Every box has been unpacked, and it’s starting to feel like home to me.

I shut the door with my hip before pressing the button on the door handle, hearing the beep, and seeing the side mirrors turn inward. I look around like I always do, in case I spot someone hiding between the cars, ready to come and attack me—something my grandfather Casey put in my head. Everything looks like it’s supposed to, so I walk to the elevator and press the button. The doors open the minute I press the button, and I step in, moving to the side.

It's a quiet ride this morning since I’m the only one in the elevator. I step out and see Kayla getting out of the other elevator. “Good morning.” I smile at her, and she looks me up and down.

“You hands down win for the best wardrobe.” She shakes her head. “I have wardrobe envy.”



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