The English Billionaire’s Obsession Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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Smiling and waving to a few people I know, I walk to the Pen, the small area where most of the interns start in this department, and there she is, my Amelia.

Her back is turned to me, but I’d know her even just by her silhouette. She tied her hair up in a no-nonsense ponytail today.

She laughs, the noise beautiful, and I hear a man laugh too. He sits across the desk from her, on the younger side, with a skin-fade haircut and a baggy T-shirt that shows the upper part of his chest.

The art department is lax on dress code standards, which I usually don’t give a damn about. Hell, I’ve only spent so much time at Realization Global because George is the CEO. It’s just one of the companies I own, but now I do give a damn… about this bastard making my woman laugh.

I trail off, hearing my thoughts. Jesus Christ, I need to settle down. There’s too much fire in me for the circumstances, my instincts telling me to rush across the office and attack this man. Grab him and slam him against the desk.

I won’t, obviously. There’s nothing wrong with Amelia laughing with a coworker, but the desire is there. Suddenly, the man stops, his gaze refocusing as he looks past Amelia and spots me. When the color drains from his cheeks, I know I must be showing my anger, fists clenched, glare intense.

Amelia turns and spots me, eyes snapping open. She’s not wearing any makeup, letting her natural beauty shine. Her lips twitch into a reflexive smile until she purposefully pushes it away.

I nod to her, gesturing to the hallway. Without waiting to see if she responded, I walk away. A minute later, she joins me. We’re alone. I’d have to have superhuman resolve not to grab and kiss her, but when I move to do just that, she drifts away from me, shaking her head.

“I don’t want everybody thinking I screwed you to get this job,” she says, bitterness in her voice.

“It’s not just about that, though, is it?”

She folds her arms, causing her large, perfect tits to push together. I attempt to drag my mind out of the gutter, but it’s always there, the hungry desire that won’t stop, seed surging into my shaft and telling me to take her now.

“Obviously not,” she says. “My friend knows I’m staying in your apartment, by the way. I didn’t use the K word, but she knows where I am. She has the address.”

“You’re talking like you’re unsafe,” I snarl.

“I’m just saying she knows.”

Her sassiness is a shield I can’t seem to break through, but that’s my fault. There is a way to break through it. I just need to work up to it.

“After work, the car won’t take you home. It’s going to bring you to me.”

“Oh, is it?” she says, trying for sarcasm, but I can see the sparkle in her eyes and the flush of her cheeks. “I guess I don’t get an opinion about it?”

“We’ll walk my dog,” I tell her.

“You have a dog?”

“A Jack Russell. Loki. He was British mad once but is tame enough to make new friends now. You’re free to say no.”

She bites her lip, just like in the video, causing my balls to swell and ache, but more than that. My soul bursts, too, a sudden wave of affection that has me reaching over to her again. Glancing up and down the hallway, she lets me drag her into my arms. We kiss briefly, but it’s hot and urgent.

“I’ll come,” she says.

“I know you will.”

She laughs adorably, tension forgotten for a precious moment.

“Not like that.”

“I’m going to give you the answers you want,” I tell her. “You deserve them.”

“Can’t you tell me now?”

I swallow, telling myself her eagerness isn’t a gold-digger instinct, telling myself not to be so paranoid.

“No.”

She steps back, nodding. “I should get back to work.”

I know I shouldn’t ask my next question. Jealousy is an ugly emotion.

“Who’s that bloke?” I say. “The one who made you laugh?”

“His name’s Freddie. Another intern. Why?”

I clench my jaw and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”

“We’re not… involved if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Keep it that way,” I tell her. “Nobody kisses you, touches you, is intimate with you in any way, including emotionally.”

“What makes you think you can decide that for me?”

“Nobody,” I growl, looming over her. “Are we clear?”

She touches my chest and gasps softly. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”

I take her hip and hold it possessively. “Are. We. Clear?”

She shudders against me. “Yeah, nobody else. Just you.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Amelia

“I honestly don’t know what he’s going to tell me,” I say to Emma as I wait for the car to pick me up, “or if he’ll tell me anything.”

I’m sitting in the main lobby of the building, the street thick with pedestrians and cars through the rain-streaky window.



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