Alpha CEO Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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I could see the remorse on his face—he didn’t try to hide it. He wanted me to see there was still a part of the man I used to know living inside of him.

For the first time since we saw one another again, I felt as if I was finally getting through to him. Making my emotions run wild with feelings I thought were gone when it came to him.

I shoved them aside, refusing to go down that road again.

“Did you practice that pitch, kid?”

“No,” I simply stated. “I spoke from my heart.”

Which scared me more than anything.

—Julian—

The times when I’d let my mind contemplate the past and what I must have put her family through were some of the darkest moments of my life. To hear her confirm how much I’d hurt her wasn’t something I was prepared for, and I’d be full of shit if I said I didn’t want to continue talking about us.

But this wasn’t the time or place.

The new contract I had drawn up would allow me to have the time I wanted with her where we could do exactly that.

Instead of insisting that this conversation was far from over, I peered down at the contract, looking through each page to see what she had in mind.

Publicist, Autumn Troy, agrees to spend personal time with Client, Julian Locke, which isn’t considered working hours. No more than two hours a day.

There was a lot I could do with two hours…

For every interview that client, Julian Locke, has agreed to, Publicist, Autumn Troy, must have dinner with him. Only if I can choose the restaurant.

I guess she was still the picky eater she was as a child. She basically had an interview scheduled every day, which meant we’d be eating dinner together every night. On top of the two hours she was giving me. I could work with that.

My eyes shifted toward the next clause, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her response.

When the Publicist, Autumn Troy, is ready to throw herself at Client, Julian Locke, he will be willing and able to perform up to his full potential. Keep fucking dreaming. It’s never going to happen.

Publicist, Autumn Troy, is NOT ALLOWED to have contact and/or private encounters with other men for the duration of the client, Julian Locke’s, press tour. That goes both ways with you and women, asshole.

I grinned. She felt nothing for my ass.

Chapter SIX

—Julian—

Moving onto the next clause, I read…

During travel, Publicist, Autumn Troy, must sleep in the same suite as Client, Julian Locke. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I glanced up. “Are you worried you won’t be able to keep yourself from crawling into my bed, Miss Troy?”

She glared at me. “Of course not.”

“Then what’s the problem with us sharing a suite? Unless you’ve forgotten, I was the first man to see you naked. I’d be happy to refresh your memory. I’m sure some things have changed since the last time you were in my bed, except for how many times I can make you come and scream my name.”

Her eyes widened. “And that’s exactly why! You think you’re still allowed to see me naked, when you’re not. You’re never going to see me naked again, Mr. Locke. You don’t have that effect on me anymore. I don’t even find you attractive.”

I deviously grinned, leaning back against my seat. I didn’t say one word, allowing my predatory regard to do all the work for me. It went from her tantalizing green eyes to her pouty lips. Slowly, I sensually started rubbing my thumb over my mouth. Obviously, she was uncomfortable, squirming as my eyes wandered over her body.

I didn’t give a fuck.

I wanted to look at her, so I did.

Reminding me of all the times she’d captivated my senses when she shouldn’t have. I never stopped rubbing my callused fingers over my mouth, as her gaze followed the movement of my hand, causing her luscious lips to purse as she watched my every move. Only triggering the memories of how many times I’d bit her bottom lip.

She liked it.

A lot.

My heady gaze trailed down her neck toward her tits, which were on full display, just waiting to be freed from her tight fucking dress, right down to her narrow, tiny waist. I immediately envisioned all the times I’d gripped onto her hips, guiding her down my cock, or when I fucked her from behind.

She liked that even more.

Miss Autumn Troy was a dirty little girl.

Narrowing my eyes, I continued my visual assault down to her slender thighs, wanting to bury my face between them. My cock twitched at the thought of her riding my face, still remembering the first time I sat her on my mouth, on my bed. It was the second worst day of my life—the first was leaving her. However, she made that day better for me. The second I tasted of her, and fucked her virgin hole with my tongue, I knew there was no going back for me.


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