Dylan – Steele Riders Family Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course I’m not okay. I don’t have a job, and now I’m a pariah. My family just learned that I got fired for fucking at my job even though it was that piece-of-shit cousin of mine who is going to lie and say it’s true because that’s his personality.”

“My uncle works on the fifth floor and was the one who told me about the job. How could they know that already?”

“Word spreads like wildfire, so thanks. It’s been a pleasure.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.” I want to tell her that I could keep her wrapped up in our bed for the rest of our days where she can’t get away and find other men. I’d help her find another job, but that would mean that she’d work for other men or be surrounded by other men all day. It’s unacceptable to me and yet, I can’t have her by me all day, or the animal I’ve kept hidden my entire life will come out.

“That’s what I thought, so excuse me.” She exits my vehicle, and I don’t stop her because she deserves someone who isn’t sick and twisted. I watch her until she’s inside, and then I have my driver take me home where I sit for ten minutes before I remind myself that I’ll never be able to get her out of my head. Grabbing the keys to my Mercedes SUV, I drive back to her home and then stay across the street, watching her apartment for the next few hours until her lights go off.

Even in the darkness, I can’t pull myself away. I see a car that parks on the side of her building. There’s a man that stands outside the vehicle, and something about him gives me a sense of discomfort, so I decide to do something dumb. I call her.

It takes forever before she finally answers, “Hey, Harley, it’s Dylan Hunter.”

“Dylan? What time is it?” Her voice is sexy even when she’s half asleep.

“It’s one in the morning.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, I found a position for you,” I answer cheerfully.

“Excuse me? It’s one in the morning and you found a position? Am I on my knees for this one?” she asks, her voice full of skepticism and sarcasm.

“Don’t tempt a man,” I mutter, slamming my eyes shut; my dick is so hard I could build a house with it.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, but it starts right away, so I need you to get dressed and come with me.”

“Right away? Like when?”

“Like right now.”

“What? What’s the job?”

“It’s as my live-in personal assistant. I’ll pay you two hundred thousand a year.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Are you trying to sleep with me?”

“Hell, no, I’m not.”

“Well, way to hurt my feelings.”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

“Ha, let me just stop you there. I’ll take the job, and I’ll be down in twenty minutes. I have to attend a family wedding in two weeks, so you’ll be without me for a bit, and next weekend I’m going to a bachelorette party as the designated driver. If that doesn’t work, then you can look for someone else.”

I’m not okay with it, but I’ll be having someone follow her, or perhaps I’ll do it myself. No, I can’t, because I might rip someone’s head off if I do. Swallowing my irrational jealousy, I answer calmly, “It’s fine. Just move your ass. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

“Where do you want me to meet you?”

“I’m outside.”

“You’re outside my apartment?”

“Yes. Now—less talking and more moving.”

Chapter Two

Harley

I pack my bags quickly. Luckily, I was already mostly packed since I was on my way to being thrown out of my apartment in a couple of days. It only took me a few minutes to get my toiletries in a bag and to change out of my pajamas. When life hits you, it really hits you hard. My landlord raised my rent right after I graduated from college, making it harder to come up with enough money for rent.

I come outside, and he’s waiting with a large SUV there to pick me up. “That was fast. Were you planning on leaving town?”

“If you must know, I was going to get evicted if I couldn’t pay my rent soon, so I was already packing up since I just lost my job.” Why am I completely honest with this guy? This is like the fifth time I’ve told him the truth when I don’t owe him an ounce of honesty after everything he did.

“Well, then, this works out just fine.” There isn’t a drop of remorse in his voice. “You’ll have a place to live and earn enough money to save.” Good. So when I quit working for this handsome jerk, I can find a nice place to live where someone doesn’t know about my supposed perverted background.


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