Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Grayson turns to face me. His brows pinch together as he licks his lips in frustration. “You are the most irritating woman I have ever dealt with.” I give him my best fuck-you smile and hold out the pen. He takes it and quickly swipes his signature.
I spare it a quick glance. “I could do it, you know?” I offer.
“Do what?” He kicks off his shoes and starts unbuckling his belt.
“Your signature. It’s easily done. Saves me annoying you.”
Grayson pauses, his hand on his belt, and glares at me. “Do not fucking forge my signature!” he growls.
“Why not? It’s not like you care about the law or anything. Did you forget you came in last week covered in blood?”
Both brows raise, and he slides his belt off in one motion before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down.
I sit back, smiling, enjoying the show.
“Hmm… So you do have a huge cock. I was wondering.”
“Stop fucking staring,” he barks.
“And it’s perfectly manscaped too. For someone so rough around the edges, you sure do take pride in your cock.” He shakes his head and opens a drawer, then pulls out a pair of dry jeans. I watch, licking my lips, as he slides one leg into them.
I’ve never seen Grayson as someone who I’d want to fuck. Don’t get me wrong, he is a beautiful man, there’s absolutely no denying he’s attractive. But he’s not quite my type.
I like them more obedient.
I have a thing with control.
My background isn’t pleasant, so the minute I gained control over my life, I craved maintaining it and will never return to a weak place or state of mind.
It’s why I have no issue doing this job and will continue doing it.
Grayson loves control, much like me, and it’s why we butt heads. Plus, it’s fun to annoy him. He is completely unlike his brother, Jake, who saved me. Jake is more reasonable and doesn’t need to show his dominance because it oozes from him on its own. But Grayson loves to show you how powerful he is.
He revels in it.
It irks me.
I scan his body. Toned muscular legs lead to the perfect penis.
And I hate him a little more for having such a good body.
“Take a picture,” he snaps.
“Nah, don’t want to break my camera lens.” I smile as I rise from his chair and make my way to the door.
“Avani.” I stop at his voice. When I look back over my shoulder, he is watching me. “Stop being fucking late. I’m sick of it. And next time you are, you won’t get a bag.”
I spin around and stomp straight up to him, pointing my finger in his chest, and I push. “You have no right. It’s part of our deal. Those bags are mine. If you do that, I’ll fuck you over,” I seethe at him. It was part of the bargaining to get me here, and the new me gets what she is owed.
“You do know who you are threatening, right?” he says, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at me. Tall asshole.
“My boss. And I have no issue doing so.” I grin up at him with challenge written all over my face.
He grinds his jaw, his teeth sliding over each other before he finally opens his mouth and leans down to get right next to my ear. “Those who fuck me over die in their sleep. I slice their throats and watch as they open their eyes. The last thing they see is me. So don’t piss me off.”
“Ohhh, the big bad bogeyman. I’m so scared, I’m shaking in my fucking heels.” I give him my best eye roll. “You don’t scare me, Grayson. I’ve dealt with worse than you. Your brother should have warned you. It’s why I’m such an asset. You can’t push me over so easily.” I turn for the door again, but before I can get it open more than an inch, he slams it shut and cages me in from behind.
“Don’t. Be. Fucking. Late. I hate it.”
“What will I get if I’m not late?” I smile, not looking at him. I hear him suck in a breath, which turns into an exasperated sigh.
“Is this what you do, bribe your way to get the things you want?”
“If it’s what’s necessary.”
He steps up closer, and the heat of his body is on my back.
I go to think of what to say next, but as I look down I see his palms still pressed against the hard wood of the door a few inches above my head, and my breathing picks up at his nearness, but I try to keep it steady in hopes he doesn’t notice the effect he has on me as I mumble some words I hope are coherent enough.
“I want a Chanel bag, thank you very much.”