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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Jett Powers is brilliant, nasty, and forbidden.
He takes what he wants, has no regrets, and makes no excuses.
Not to mention he’s tall, dark, and irresistible.
From our first secret encounter, I’m addicted.
He’s the last man that should be making my stomach flip, and heart pound.
Unfortunately, my mind and body are not in sync.
Because Mr. Powers is not mine.
He can’t be.
He’s my mother’s fiancé.
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PLAYLIST
Unholy- Kim Petras and Sam Smith
Happier Than Ever- Billie Eilish
Rude Boy- Rihanna
Super Freaky Girl- Nicki Minaj
Heroes- David Bowie
Slave To Love- Bryan Ferry
Ring of Fire- Johnny Cash
CUFF IT- Beyonce
Unstoppable- Sia
I See Red- Bonnie Elizabeth Sims
Best of You- Foo Fighters
Cherry- Lana Del Rey
Ceremony- New Order
Touch Me- The Doors
God’s Plan- Drake
Sadness- Enigma
King of Pain- The Police
Love The Way You Lie- Eminem and Rihanna
Bad- U2
Angels Walk- Paul Westerberg
Can’t Help Falling In Love- Elvis Presley
Just Like Honey- The Jesus and Mary Chain
Endless Love- Lionel Richie and Diana Ross
JETT
Beverly Hills, CA
“Hand me my coffee.” I finish buttoning my starched white dress shirt and stare into the bathroom mirror.
“What?” My fiancée screeches at her phone and sits up. Her fake tits barely move when she tosses the covers off and stands, showing me her phone, as if I can see it from where I’m standing.
Reaching for my tie, I can’t help but grin. Whatever is on there is unleashing the legendary bitch. My cock hardens. Not gonna lie—seeing her be a cunt does something for me.
“Is the governor’s fundraiser tonight?” she snaps.
“Coffee,” I demand right back. Her dark eyes narrow. Licking her lips, she dramatically reaches for my mug, then sashays toward me.
My erection instantly deflates, not because Rachel isn’t beautiful. She is. At forty-eight, she looks damn good. She eats nothing but salmon and salads and exercises every day. Along with her dermatologist’s and plastic surgeon’s help, my fiancée could easily pass for mid-thirties.
I’m just a dick, I guess. Thankfully, Rachel’s on the same page. Makes things easy, uncomplicated. I get to have zero guilt that I don’t love her.
And she gets to have me. All my money, connections, power, all of it. That’s what turns Rachel on. That, and the fact she enjoys watching other women suck my cock as much as I get off watching her eat other women’s cunts.
We belong together, both selfish, workaholics, into making money and climbing the social ladder. Hell, at the rate I’m going, the sky’s the limit. And Rachel knows it.
Smirking, she invades my space and places my mug on our large marble sink. While I smooth my tie, the flowery perfume she favors makes my nose twitch. I need to discuss switching her scent. That, and her straight black bob. I’m sick of the Uma Thurman-Pulp Fiction look on her.
“So.” She holds her phone up again. “Jennifer just texted me. Apparently, it’s the governor’s fundraiser tonight, and Emily does not have it on my calendar.” She stares at me like I can actually do something about this.
“Did you text Emily?” Already thinking of other stuff, I reach for my coffee.
“Of course,” she says tightly. “I hope she doesn’t think she can slack off because I let her blow you.” Her eyes caress my face.
I grin, setting down the coffee. “You, allow her? Rethink your words, Rachel.” I cock my head. The morning rays from the bathroom skylight aren’t doing her any favors. Yeah, that hair color and style have to go.
“Jett, she’s my assistant—” Her voice trails off and she tries to touch me.
Not in the mood, I grab her wrist, stopping her. “If Emily doesn’t have it on your calendar, there has to be a reason. Before you get unreasonable, wait for her answer.”
Tossing her wrist aside, I reach for my suit jacket. Her eyes narrow on me, and she glances down at her vibrating phone.
“Be polite,” I warn.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so obvious, Jett. Don’t worry. I won’t fire her until she fucks us both again.” She shakes her head.
I place my hand over my heart. “Aww, Rachel, you get me.”
The look she throws me makes me burst out laughing.
“Emily,” she says curtly into the phone. “Please explain to me why I had to find out from my friend that the governor’s fundraiser is tonight.” She purses her borderline-duck lips.
“Shit. That’s today?” Rachel straightens, her eyes finding mine. The look of aggravation makes me pause.
“No, I forgot.” Sighing, Rachel rubs the back of her neck and starts to pace. “Okay. Well, I still don’t understand why Jett and I are not confirmed for tonight. It’s not like my daughter is a child.” She moves the phone to her other ear.
“No, I’ll send fucking Maria to pick her up. Confirm that Jett and I will be attending the fundraiser tonight and make sure we’re sitting with the governor. Also, get ahold of Stephen for a gown. And Emily?” Her eyes dart to mine as I walk past her to grab my phone from the dresser. “Don’t ever assume anything. I don’t change my plans simply because my daughter is flying in. I do have a business to run.” She hangs up and tosses her phone on the bed.