Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend Read online S.E. Law (Blackmail Fantasies #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blackmail Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
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For a second, I don’t think Billy is going to buy that, knowing that school is always the last thing on my mind.

“Well, I do feel like you’ve been preoccupied. You’re right. I do deserve better,” Billy agrees, wiping at his tears.

Wow, why did I ever date this tool? I can’t wait to be with a real man… Now that I know Kane wants me, he’s going to have me.

I’ve always been spoiled by the men in my life—minus Billy—and I know that Kane will let me have my way. He won’t have a choice.

6

Kane

Monday morning rolls around, and I’m grateful to have work to distract me. All I keep thinking about is my journal and whose hands it’s in. I’ve never been angry at Renee before, but the more I think about her stealing a book that contains my private thoughts, the more infuriated I become.

I know Colt taught her better than to snoop around in people’s bedrooms and take their stuff.

There’s this whole other part of me that goes into a different direction when I think about what Renee did, though. I keep picturing her lying in bed in nothing but panties as she reads my journal. Her big brown eyes grow wider as she finds out all of the dirty thoughts I have about her.

I imagine her sweet womanly scent mixing with her cherry-vanilla body splash, and I instantly harden under the desk at my office.

My office phone line rings, breaking me from my naughty thoughts of Renee.

“Raising Kane Construction. Kane speaking,” I answer absently.

“Hey, buddy. What are you doing tonight?” Colt’s voice rings through the line.

“Um, I was going to hit the gym.”

A good workout will help relieve the frustration and anger I’m dealing with over Renee’s journal-thieving.

“Renee wants to cook tonight and watch that new superhero movie that just came out on On Demand. I figured since you hosted us this weekend, it’s our turn. What do you say?”

I do need to confront Renee, and I could always use a good home-cooked meal. If it’s not on the grill, everything I eat is from a box, can, or microwaveable tray.

“Sure. I’ll hit the gym tomorrow.”

“Great. Come on by after work,” Colt says before offering a quick goodbye.

Trying to focus on work for the rest of the morning becomes increasingly more difficult. Renee has taken control of my mind—the good, the bad, and the sexy.

Just as I’m about to take a lunch break, my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I take out the phone and see a message from Renee. I click it open, not sure what I expect to see. The thought of texting or calling Renee this past weekend had crossed my mind, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I want to confront her just as much as I want to avoid her. I know I have to play things very carefully. Obviously, Renee didn’t tell Colt about the journal, so that’s a good sign. But knowing mischievous Renee, she wants to torture me with the information she now has in her possession.

See you tonight ;-*

That casual little text with its kissy-faced, winking emoji is all Renee sent me. I know the emoji alone means that Renee is going to enjoy tormenting me tonight. I’m not sure what I’m in for, but this little girl needs to be put in her place. She’s the one who’s in the wrong in this situation, not me.

I don’t bother texting Renee back, knowing that’s what she’s hoping for. She’s trying to start playing her games early in the day, hoping to make me uneasy until tonight.

Renee has always been spoiled; she knows that if she begs hard enough or cries long enough, she’ll get whatever she wants. I remember one time when she was about six, and she didn’t want me to go home. So she hid my car keys and wouldn’t give them back until I played one more game with her.

What will Renee want from me in exchange for my journal? What the hell kind of game is she playing now?

7

Kane

After Renee’s vague text, I need to distract myself for a bit. Food should do the trick. I walk out of my office and look at my assistant, Lisa, and lead sales manager, Andy.

“I’m going to the diner across the street. You guys want to join me?” I ask, not wanting to be alone with my thoughts.

“I already had a sandwich at my desk, but thanks,” Lisa says.

Andy hops up and claps his hands together.

“I’m starved,” he says, beating me to the door.

I’m pretty sure Andy is always up for eating. He’s a burly guy with a beer belly, glasses, and a beard.

There’s a chill in the air as we cross the street to the diner. The blonde waitress who always serves me is on duty. She smiles and makes her way over to us.


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