Besieged Read Online L.P. Lovell (She Who Dares #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: She Who Dares Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
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“Goodbye Miss Parker.” I smile at her and her eyes seem to visibly ignite before me, it's beautiful to watch.

She turns to leave and gives me a view of what can only be described as an incredible arse. The phrase ‘I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go’ seems very apt. I feel like I’ve just been hit with a wrecking ball.

The rest of the day is difficult to say the least. It took me an hour to get rid of the raging hard on she left me with. I go home and hit the gym for two hours. I train until my body can take no more.

After training I shower and change into jeans and a shirt. I’m aching all over but it hasn’t helped, I’m still horny as fuck. I need to find a woman I can bury myself in. I decide to call Hugo in.

“Hey. How are you?” He sounds chirpy as always.

“Good, You about tonight?”

“Well I have Charlotte scheduled for nine, followed by Tamara at eleven.” He laughs. “For you though, I can rearrange.”

“I need to get laid. Fancy it?" I ask.

"Well I love you dude, but you're really not my type." He laughs.

I sigh, ignoring Hugo’s usual bullshit. “I'll meet you at The Duke?"

“Sweet, in a bit.” He hangs up.

I walk into the pub just after eight. It's a Monday, so it's not too busy, but a quick scan of the place reveals a few possibilities for tonight. I spot Hugo already seated at a table near the bar, prime hunting ground.

The Duke is a regular haunt for Hugo and I. The sort of people who come here don't recognise us, it's nice to just be left alone occasionally. No Paparazzi, no desperate women or crazy boyfriends. Over the last few years Hugo and I have gotten ourselves a reputation as London’s rich playboy bachelor’s, the press eat up that shit. I swear to god, every time I get near a tequila shot they fucking know. Whenever I wake up with a monster hang over I can guarantee there’s a paper somewhere with a picture of either me, Hugo or both absolutely trashed. I never remember it though. My life is a blank to myself, but its okay, the press caught it for me so I can be reminded of the trashy women and the occasional public vomiting my life has become. Fucking great.

“Hey.” Hugo beams. Hugo has what I’d call the beach bum look with messy blonde hair, blue eyes, a golden tan achieved through regular trips to the south of Europe on ‘business’ and overly whitened teeth. He’s always happy, seriously he never has a bad day. That shit’s just not right. We've been friends since college. I helped him set up his now nationwide delivery business, putting in the capital to get it off the ground. Hugo’s life basically consists of a weekly visit to the office, at least I usually make twice a week, other than that he parties and fucks his way around London... with me.

“Hi.” I fist pump him as I sit down. The sound system is blasting some kind of rock music in the background. This bar has that kind of vibe, it attracts a lot of rock chicks who tend to make easy pickings.

"I got you a beer.” He pushes the corona across the table.

"Thanks mate."

“You missed an awesome party last night." He shakes his head grinning.

"Sorry, I had an important meeting this morning. I can't deal with business and a hangover before ten o clock."

"Well you missed out, it was wild. I woke up this morning in some random bed with two girls. Can't remember very much, but I’m thinking it was fucking ace!" He grins. ”Although my dick feels like I had a wank with sandpaper. I think I got thoroughly used.” He grumbles.

"Fair play mate." I chuckle.

"What was so important that you missed Darcy Lorell's birthday party?" He asks looking horrified that I would do such a thing. Darcy Lorell is an it girl and lingerie model. She’s seriously hot and extremely adventurous in her sexual exploits. That’s not just rumour either, I can fully attest to this, very adventurous. Her parties are infamously wild and full of fellow hot lingerie models.

"I had to sort out all the legal shit for the buyout on that company this morning.” I say casually. "But you'll never guess who my solicitor’s intern is..."

He leans forward slightly and shrugs. "Who?"

"That red head from the club on Saturday." He looks confused. “Red dress, nice tit’s, phenomenal arse…”

Recognition crosses his features before he groans and then grins. “Dude, that is no way to talk about my future wife.” He feigns offense. “I always knew I’d marry an intelligent woman… a solicitor no less.” He rambles on.


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