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

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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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Chapter Five

Dylan

“I kept my distance, sir, and she didn’t see me,” Timothy says.

“Good. Where is she now?” It’s nearly three in the morning, and we have a function to attend tomorrow night. She’s my plus one—as my assistant, of course, but it will be the first time I’ve brought a woman with me.

“Dropping off the bride and the one you fired.”

“She was with them?”

“Yes.”

“Yuck. Remind me to sell that vehicle in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Or burn it.” I hate that woman. Something about her disgusts me, and it isn’t just that she sleeps around because people have sex every single day. I’m still pissed about my copy room being defiled. Hell, I would love to have taken Harley inside there if I’d caught her there alone and I wasn’t fucked up in the head.

“A bit extreme. Selling it would be the best thing to do.”

“Very well. First thing Monday morning, I want it listed.”

“Yes, sir. Oh, she’s on the move again.”

“Good. She should be coming home now.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but…”

“Then don’t pry. If you know what’s good for you, just drop it.”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s nearly four when she comes through the door, creeping in, but I’m standing there with a glass of whiskey on ice.

“Did you have a good time, Harley?”

“What are you still doing up?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I did, Daddy. Am I grounded?”

“Were you drinking?”

“No, of course not, but you’re waiting up for me and interrogating me.”

“As it happens, I don’t sleep well.”

“Oh, well. I’m home safe, and I only had Cokes while we were out. I was the best designated driver. I didn’t even kick any of my passengers out when I wanted to toss them out.”

“Good girl. Now off to bed.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She pops her ass.

“I’m not your daddy. I’m your boss, and we have a big gala to go to tomorrow. I need you to look like you slept and not look hungover.”

“I told you I didn’t drink.” She nudges my chest. “Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking, Mr. Hunter. You’re apparently too wasted to understand I already said that before.”

“I’m not drunk, Harley. I’m annoyed.”

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” She leans on the wall, takes off her heels, and starts peeling off her dress before she gets to her bedroom. I can’t take my eyes off the sight. The door closes before her back is fully revealed, but it doesn’t matter because I’ve seen enough to destroy my control. This can’t go on much longer.

I have to send her away before I hurt her. Even if I don’t have that in me, what if I created a child who has his grandfather’s genes? I’ve considered the possibility multiple times and thought about just getting myself fixed, but that wouldn’t stop my fascination with Harley. No, my cravings have only gotten worse, the thoughts darker. I don’t want her to leave ever again, and the ache in my chest grows with every thought of her walking away.

****

“I’m ready, Dylan.” She steps out of the bedroom, and I’m fucking floored. Internally, I’m wrestling with the man and the animal inside me.

“God, you are so damn—perfect.” I stare at her, and there’s something she’s missing. Something I picked up especially for her. “Almost perfect.” I pull out a long jewelry box.

“Oh.” She takes it and opens it to a beautiful diamond pendant that she doesn’t know has a tracker inside it.

“Here, let me help you.” I take it and step behind her. Fuck, her hair is up, and I get to see her slender neck all night long. My dick is going to be throbbing painfully the entire time. I take the clasps and slide them along her collarbone until I grace the back of her neck, clipping it. Lingering for a moment, I breathe in her vanilla scent.

“How does it look?”

“Gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

“Ready?”

“Yes.” I lead her to the elevator, and we head down to the limo where my driver is waiting for us. I help her slide in so that her dress doesn’t catch and then I slip in beside her.

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. I hate these things. People are only there to try and con money out of me.”

“So then why do you go if you hate them?”

“It’s good press.”

“Oh. Is there anything you need me to do?” she says so sweetly that I want to bring her onto my lap and tell her to ride my cock all the way there so her pussy is dripping my cum and her body is covered in my scent, but I hold back.

“Act professional, and keep the flirting to a minimum.” Or none at all. The thought of her flirting with other men makes me want to snap necks. Several of my men will be on duty tonight to stop me from doing just that, and they know it. It’s the most security I’ve ever taken to an event, but it’s also to keep her protected from the predators. There are so many rich fucks eager to get their hands on a beauty like my woman—no, she’s just my assistant. Damn it, I have to stop thinking of her like that.


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