No Romeo (My Kind of Hero #1) Read Online Donna Alam

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors: Series: My Kind of Hero Series by Donna Alam
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 142801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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“You’re not listening. He said he’d help, and he did.” The accusation stings. “And what he’s found out doesn’t surprise me one bit because that . . . that bastard you’re with is at the end of the daisy chain of fucking companies, and he’s trying to steal this place from under my feet!”

“Nora, that’s not true.” It can’t be.

“I’ll go to the council—the newspapers. You see if I don’t! I’ll tell them about the man who gave me fifty grand for God knows what, and I’ll tell them that you brought him ’ere.”

I know she’s scared, but this is really too much.

“That is unfair, Nora. I’ve only ever helped you. Oliver isn’t behind this.” He can’t be. Can he? Not after everything we’ve been through.

“I knew she wouldn’t believe me.” Nora’s words turn distant, like she’s moved her mouth from the phone to speak to someone else.

“Is Duggan there with you?”

“He is,” she retorts pointedly.

I take a deep, calming breath and push away her angry vibe. “Let me speak to him.”

“No, I won’t. But he says he’ll send you a screen thingy with the proof.”

“Okay, whatever.” This is ridiculous. I’m tired, and I don’t want to believe this, yet there’s a tiny part of me that says I’ve been in this place before. Like the flicker of a flame, I know it’s there. That I should heed it. But I know it might hurt.

“Then you’ll see,” Nora states with satisfaction.

“Yeah, I guess I will.”

As an autumnal breeze picks up, I shiver and rub my arms. The sensible thing would be to move indoors, but I refuse to take this . . . whatever inside the house. I need to know what she’s talking about before I see Oliver, because I don’t have what you might call a workable poker face. I do a pretty good line in Drop dead and an excellent Go fuck yourself when I’m feeling it. But what I’m feeling right now is uneasiness.

I stare at my phone again, swiping my thumb across the screen. If Nora’s little juvie pal has been lying to her, I will, in her words, do for him—I’ll throw him to the macaques and let them teach him some fucking manners!

His text doesn’t arrive after five minutes, so I make the decision to take my gooseflesh inside and call her back, when the weight of a jacket suddenly drops onto my shoulders.

I’m far from thrilled.

“Give me a break,” I mutter, recognizing the scent of infidelity. It could easily be the name of his cologne.

“I remember the first time I slid my jacket onto your shoulders,” Mitchell says. “Remember? We were coming back from—”

“What do you want, Mitchell?” Memory lane isn’t a place I’m visiting with him.

“You weren’t always so prickly.” His words are softer than his expression.

“Wish I could say the same for you,” I mutter, yanking at the fabric and thrusting his jacket back at him. “Wait. Sorry. I just confused prickly with prick.”

“Evie.” He shakes his head slowly, as though I’ve said something funny. His smile used to make me feel noticed. Now it makes me feel nauseous.

“Go away, Mitchell. I have nothing nice to say to you.” Understatement of the year. I’d rather wrestle a tiger with catnip tied to my nipples than have any kind of discourse with him.

He catches my arm as I make to brush past him. I flinch, hating that tiny tell.

“Evie, please.”

“Let go of me,” I grate out, relieved when his hand retracts.

“I’m sorry about last time, at the palace. I’d been drinking, and I was just so angry. I’m not proud of what I said or did.”

I blink, momentarily stunned. This isn’t the direction I was expecting him to take, not that I accept his apology. He can stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

“I should’ve told you about the business, about the building being mine.”

I huff an unhappy laugh at where he chooses to start.

“I just wanted to give you the chance to like me for me.” His words fall quickly, like a train speeding up. “But then you said all that shit about wealth, so, well, I didn’t say.”

What the hell? “As if that’s a valid excuse, or even the most hurtful thing you’ve done.”

“No, but it’s where it all started.”

“Yeah, your line of fuckups is pretty long.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t treat you the way you deserved. I really loved—”

“No.” I point my finger in his face, and it takes everything within me not to poke it right in his eye. “I don’t want your apology. We were getting married, Mitch! Making promises, all the while you were lying, screwing women behind my back.”

“But you weren’t living in London when it started.”

I actually laugh. “Are you for real?”

“That didn’t come out the way I meant it to.”

“No shit. Maybe you should’ve written it down. It might’ve helped to stick to a script.”



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