Flawed (The Billion Heirs #2) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Billion Heirs Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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She shrugs and her robe slips a little, baring slightly more of her milky shoulder. “Not when the bride works every weekend. She’s a cocktail waitress at the same bar where the party was, and Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are her biggest nights for tips.”

“Ah. Got it.”

In fact…

I jolt at a knock on her door. Who the hell is getting in the way of me being with my woman? She cocks her head at me and gives me a look I can’t read.

“What?” I ask.

“Do you mind?” She cocks her hip.

“Do I mind what?”

“Going into the bedroom? I have no idea who that is.”

I sure as hell do fucking mind. I know sleeping with a detective who’s working on a murder investigation in which I’m a primary suspect isn’t the best idea, but I have nothing to hide. Of course it could be her mother or something. Except doesn’t her mother do hair in Billings? Besides, I’m not going to get into a relationship where my woman is afraid to let anyone know we’re together.

Fuck. Are we even together? Didn’t I tell her I don’t do relationships?

I did. But I also said I want more of her. That her pussy was mine. And I reinforced that every time I filled her with my dick and made her come all over it. And that happened a hell of a lot last night. On her couch and in her bed.

“No fucking way you’re answering the door to anyone dressed like that.” I pointedly take in the skimpy robe as I cross my arms.

She frowns, but when I stay quiet and continue to glare, she storms past me into her bedroom. Over my shoulder, I watch her fling off the robe and tug on sweats and a hoodie sweatshirt.

She’s naked underneath, but the thick cotton hides it all from neck to ankle.

Much better. I nod and she sighs, gives me an eye roll, and pulls the bedroom door shut behind her. Me on one side, her front door on the other.

I take another sip of coffee. Damn it to hell. The woman makes good strong coffee too. Is there anything she can’t do?

Judging by last night and her rumpled bedding, I’d say the answer’s no.

But judging by this morning, she’s not fully on board yet. But I am. I plan to spend more than one night with her.

Except she can’t let anyone know I’m here. I’ll respect that, for now. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. Besides, who the hell is at her door on a Saturday morning, anyway?

I quickly dress and take a look at my texts while I wait. A couple from Chance wondering where I am and when I’m going to get back do my share of the fucking work.

The saying is bros before hoes, but Sadie’s not a hoe. I bet Austin slept in with Carly in his bed. Chance is just cranky because he’s the only one not getting any.

I ignore the texts…and him.

I scroll on. Two spam messages. Another from a woman named Rhonda.

Rhonda…

Right. She’s a woman I hooked up with before I came to Montana. Bleached blond and big-breasted. Not usually my type, but I was horny and she was there. That was before I knew Sadie even existed. Now, thinking of Rhonda, my dick doesn’t even twitch.

What does she do for a living? Hell, I can’t remember. Nails, maybe? More importantly, how the fuck did she get my number?

I read the text again.

Hey, Miles. It’s Rhonda Grimes. We got together a while back. Could you call me? It’s important.

Not as important as gorgeous Sadie in the other room.

Gorgeous Sadie who doesn’t want anyone to know I’m here.

Fuck this garbage. I just watched Austin have to tiptoe around Carly’s father. I’m not doing the same thing. I respect Sadie, but I’m fully dressed and there’s no reason why I can’t show myself.

I run my hand through my hair and walk out of the bedroom.

Sadie gasps and I glare at the visitor. Thank God she changed.

“Bridger,” Mark Peterson says. “What the hell is he doing here, Sadie?”

8

SADIE

* * *

I’m glad Miles insisted I change. I hate the way Mark ogles me when I’m fully dressed. Having him see me in my silky robe would have made me feel gross. Still, in my thick sweats, I cross my arms over my chest. I’m not wearing a bra and there’s no way I’m letting Mark figure that out.

“He… He just dropped by to bring me some information on the case,” I say quickly.

“Oh? You’ve got new information, Bridger?” Mark eyes Miles, who is fully dressed, thank God. “Why didn’t you call me? I’m the lead on this case, not my partner here. Besides, didn’t you swear to God and back that you and your other brother had nothing to do with anything?”


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