Brutally His – Gilded Decadence Read Online Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
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The relationship was dangerous and taboo but also offered incredible orgasms and the experience of a lifetime. I needed to face it. There was no minimizing what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such intense, lustful attention from a man like Harrison and I was not likely to ever experience it again.

Then there were the perks…

Maybe, just maybe, Harrison had a point: I didn’t need to live like a pauper. I could afford a little more if I were careful. Definitely not an apartment like this, but there were programs available to help lower-income residents find suitable accommodations, as well as more grants available than I had really been applying for.

Maybe I didn’t need to do absolutely everything by myself.

If Harrison Astrid, one of the wealthiest men in the city, was offering to give me a hand up, why wouldn’t I take it?

The system was rigged. Everyone knew the system was rigged. There was no getting around it. The chances of me being able to pull myself from complete poverty to prosperity or even comfort without help were slim to none.

I would have been livid with her if someone had given Sabrina this opportunity and she was stubborn enough not to take it. I would have marched her cute little butt back to whoever gave her that offer and forced her to accept it.

Why wouldn’t I do the same for myself?

Amazing sex. A secure job. And a great apartment with hot running water and electricity in a safe neighborhood for a month or so while I saved up to rent a new place.

I could do worse…

I managed to be showered, dressed and ready to go about five minutes before the buzzer in the apartment rang, letting me know my ride had arrived.

I went downstairs to greet the driver. Next to the gilded doors in the opulent lobby was another doorman in the same uniform as the one last night. He tipped his hat to me and opened one of the lobby doors, then ran ahead of me and opened the car door as well.

I made a mental note to myself that just because I could afford more than my studio apartment, it didn’t mean that I should get used to this level of luxury.

Though it was nice.

When I got to work Harrison was already there, his door closed.

Too nervous and unsure to knock on it, I quietly slipped behind my desk and fired up my computer. There was already a stack of files on my desk as well as my usual coffee order so I went ahead and got to work.

About an hour in, his door swung open.

With a start, I turned and just stared.

His gaze narrowed as he stared back.

Neither of us said a word for what felt like an eternity.

My cheeks began to warm, visions of the previous night flashing through my mind’s eye. It didn’t help that at the same time, I caught sight of his massive desk just past his right hip.

My cheeks burned hotter.

Clearing my throat, I rose and shuffled the stack of files on my desk, giving them my full attention.

Refusing to look up, I spoke in a rush to fill the awkward void. “I went through the first three files that you laid on my desk, highlighting all the pertinent information and making notes on cases that we need to check for precedents, and laws we need to review. I have also double-checked the chain of custody forms and highlighted a few irregularities that definitely need to be followed up on. There is some kind of a pattern, I just can’t tell what it is quite yet.”

Harrison nodded. “Come into my office. I have some more files for you.”

I froze. I gave him a bright smile that made my jaw hurt as I rushed to sit down again and tap on the space bar of my computer. “Actually, I’m expecting an important e-mail at any moment. Perhaps you could just leave the files like you did this morning?”

Harrison stepped back and gestured with his arm. “Get in here.”

Glancing around to make sure that no one observed his stern command, I grabbed a notebook and pen and dutifully crossed the threshold into his lair.

Office. I meant office.

I stopped in front of his desk and lifted the notepad, focusing on the small, pale blue lines on the page. “Yes, sir.”

He stood close behind me. “Turn around, Eddie.”

I tightened the space between my shoulder blades.

It had been so easy this morning, secure beneath the bedcovers, for me to be all blasé about what was happening, acting like I was a modern woman who could handle a casual liaison.

It was an entirely different proposition to remain that way in his presence.

In his presence, nothing felt easy breezy.

This close to him, it was as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. The man radiated testosterone, power, and energy. The idea of a relationship on my terms seemed as laughable and impossible as a purple-and-pink polka-dotted sky.


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