Broken (#1) Read Online Free Book by A.E. Murphy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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Umm… yes. “No. You’ve given me enough.”

“It’s one of a kind,” he states, his eyes now on me. “It would suit you well.”

I’m not sure what to make of what he just said, or the way his gaze seems to be burning into me in a way it never has before. I’m reading into things. “Why do you say that?”

He turns back to the computer and crosses off the screen, I hide my disappointment by looking at the sheets of paper spread out along the desk. I have no idea what they are.

We order in food as he’s still not done and it’s now five. I have to admit though, his company hasn’t been terrible. He’s made conversation when necessary and asked me whether or not I like some of the jewellery he shows me. Some of it isn’t my style but some of it is beautiful, I make sure to give him my honest opinion on every one and my reasons behind it.

After a while he seems to get aggravated, almost like he doesn’t like my answers. I can’t help what I like and what I don’t like.

“This one?” He snaps and shows me a picture of a single loop charm with a purple disk in the centre that can be flipped over showing a mint green colour on the other side.

“It’s great, a necklace for two outfits.”

“You’ve been in my office haven’t you?” His question startles me.

“What? No!” I gape at him, my heart hammering. There hasn’t been a single time I’ve gone in there. Apart from the first time when I opened the door and immediately shut it when I realised it was his study.

His eyes narrow, “I only gave you two rules. Stay out of my way and don’t invade my privacy.”

“I swear, I haven’t,” I gulp and implore him with my eyes to believe me.

“Then how is it you like every single piece of jewellery I’ve designed but nothing that my father has?”

I laugh a little, it’s humourless and nervous, “Even if I had been snooping, which I haven’t, I didn’t even know you designed jewellery and secondly, how the hell would I remember them all and thirdly, why the hell would I like them all? You’re making zero sense.” I climb from my seat to put some distance between us. “Maybe your designs are actually really good and maybe that’s why I like them.”

“If I find out you’ve been in my office Guinevere…”

“Oh save it.” I snarl and stomp to the door. “I’ll take that ride to the hotel now, if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t walk away from me Guinevere.”

“Fuck you,” I shout and reach for the handle.

A hand comes from behind and slams against the door, keeping it shut no matter how hard I tug. “I’ll accept that I’ve upset you and that’s the reason you just spoke to me with such a lack of respect, but next time you swear I will make it so that you never even dare to swear in my presence again. Are we clear?”

His whispered threat hits me straight in the chest and no small amount of fear overcomes me. I have no idea what he means to do and I don’t care to find out.

“Now sit down. You’re right, I probably have jumped to conclusions and now I feel guilt because of your honesty over my jewellery. I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge your motives.” His hand comes to my wrist and circles it tightly, but not too tightly that it would leave a mark or hurt me in any way. “Please, come and sit and we’ll eat when the food arrives.”

“Let go of me,” I whisper, my lower lip vanishing under my teeth. He doesn’t move away and my trembling gets worse. Not from fear but from my attempts at keeping the tears away. No matter how hard I try they fall seconds later, spilling silently down my cheeks.

He spins me so my back is against the door, his eyes following the shiny, wet trails that mar my face. “Gwen. I…” His eyes roam over me, from my eyes to my nose, before finally settling on my mouth. “Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Let me go,” I tell him again and lower my eyes. “Please.”

He slowly nods and takes a step back, I pull open the door and keep my head down as I pass the large desk.

“Lock up,” I hear Nathan order. “Guinevere, wait.”

I stop as I reach the elevator we came to the floor in. “What?”

“I’ll take you to the hotel,” he says and presses the button with his gloved pinkie finger.

He doesn’t speak until we reach the car, for which I’m grateful, “You’re correct in thinking I’ve been completely irrational.”

Scoff.

“You’re right, you have no reason to lie to me about liking them. It was just a shock because my father and Caleb hated them.”


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