Cocky F*ck Read online Sheridan Anne (Rejects Paradise #2)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Rejects Paradise Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
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I climb out of the Ferrari, still somewhat impressed that I was able to get this bad boy in and out of Breakers Flats in one piece, even if I was only there for less than twenty minutes. That in itself is a huge achievement and Colton should be waiting here for me with a fucking medal.

Making my way into the mansion, I bypass a bunch of contractors, all working hard to get the mansion back in one piece after the DeCarlo brothers destroyed it.

I find mom in the kitchen, madly trying to get everything together. She’s been working like crazy trying to keep on top of everything and it makes me feel like a bitch for slipping out this morning. I should have stayed and helped her. What the hell was I thinking?

I was too busy thinking about what I needed to worry about Mom. God, how unlucky was she to have such a selfish daughter? I need to fix this. I’ll go and return these keys to Colton, let him know I’m back, and then whatever Mom needs, she gets. In fact, I should take over for her and she should get the rest of the day off.

The second the thought filters through my mind, it’s practically a done deal and some of the anger resting on my shoulders begins to lift.

I cut through the kitchen and out another door before taking a wild guess that Colton will be in his dad’s office. That’s where he always is these days. Long gone are the hours he’d spend chilling out in the den with the boys. He’s a different man now, one with the weight of the world resting on his capable shoulders and damn, it kinda suits him.

As I walk down the hall to his office, I find the door open and a smile pulls at the corners of my lips. Charles never had this door open when he was working. It was always closed and I was forced to knock and announce my presence before I barged through here, but not Colton. He’s different. He doesn’t want to cut himself off from the rest of the world like his father did.

I stop in the doorway and lean against the frame as I look in to find him sitting at his desk, leaning back with the phone to his ear. He notices me the second I appear. “I’m on hold,” he explains. “You’d think these fuckers would know who the hell I am. Hold? What the fuck do they think this is? Fuck me. I’ve never been on hold my entire life.”

I suck in an appalled gasp, widening my eyes and showing just how horrified I am on his behalf. “Hold?” I shriek. “Call the cops. Call the FBI. Call the fucking SWAT. A crime has been committed.”

His eyes dance with laughter but his straight face doesn’t break. “Get fucked.”

A grin slips across my face. “Welcome to the real world, Carrington. This is how the rest of us operate.”

He shakes his head. “Not when you’re dealing with the future of your business,” he explains. “This deal is going to be the biggest opportunity they will ever get in their lame existence and they put me on fucking hold. It’s a sign of disrespect.”

“Well, if it’s that big of a deal, then maybe they just needed to shut you up for a moment to do a happy dance.”

“A happy dance?” he questions. “You think the CEO of a multi-million-dollar empire stopped to do a happy dance?”

I shrug my shoulders. “It’s possible,” I tell him. “After all, he’s just a little multi-million-dollar corporation, and you, well you’re the fucking king in this game. He’s talking with the big dogs now.” A grin slowly starts spreading across his face as I push off the doorframe and start slinking into his office. “If it was me, I’d want to stop to do a happy dance.”

I walk right around his desk and scoot my ass up onto it before sliding across until I’m sitting right in front of him. He leans back a little further and I hook my leg to the other side of his so I have him trapped between my thighs.

He presses a few buttons on the phone and the room fills with the soft hold music. The phone is dropped down on his desk and his hands come to stop on my thighs. “So, this happy dance that you’d do,” he starts, his eyes becoming hooded and dark. “What exactly does it entail?”

I lick my lips, wondering when the hell I turned into such a needy whore but when he talks to me like a fucking boss in one of these delicious suits, I just can’t help myself. He’s so enticing and with those dark eyes that always seem to sparkle with excitement, I’m a fucking goner.


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