Four Letter Word (Dirty Deeds #1) Read Online J. Daniels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Deeds Series by J. Daniels
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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“Okay. Thanks, Mike.”

I stepped aside so she could slide around me and get to the door.

Her hand grazed my hip as she moved.

I knew it was done deliberately. She had plenty of space to get past. I made sure of that.

“Excuse me,” she whispered with sex and opportunity in her voice, batting her lashes before turning and stepping out.

The door shut behind her.

I slumped down in the chair she’d vacated and rubbed at my face.

Mike chuckled, shaking his head.

“Jesus Christ. How much pussy does your dick see on a daily basis? Shit, man.” He looked at the door, then back at me. “You wanna work with her, ’cause I can make that happen. She’s interested in the job. Very interested. Willing to do anything. I can arrange it so you’re the one breaking her in.”

“I’ll pass.”

His eyebrows rose.

“You sure? I offered eighteen-year-old virgin ass to Shane, he’d be all over it.”

“Then offer it to him,” I growled, driving home my point. “I’m not interested.”

Mike dropped his arms to the chair and shrugged.

“Suit yourself.”

“Need to talk to you about something.”

“Figured that’s why you were here. What is it?”

I pulled in a deep breath and sat my right ankle on my knee.

“I want to switch to solos starting immediately,” I informed him. “Just me and the camera. None of your girls. I’m done with that. And I want to make close to what I’m making now.”

Mike gaped at me, didn’t blink for what felt like a solid minute, then started cackling like he’d just been told the funniest shit he’d ever heard in his life, head thrown back and hand slapping his thigh repeatedly.

I stared at him and didn’t even crack a smile.

After longer than I had patience for, he righted himself and stared back, taking notice of my annoyance.

“You serious?” He suddenly looked affronted.

“Very.”

His expression hardened as his eyes narrowed.

“You, Dash Savage, Internet sensation and the biggest fucking draw I have here, bringing me more traffic than two of my other fucking stars combined, want to keep your dick to yourself all of a sudden and jerk it on camera. That what you’re telling me?”

“Yep.”

“No fucking way,” he scoffed. “Your videos get the most hits because of you and the way you fuck, Dash. Not how you pull your taffy. Jerk off on your own time. I’m not paying for it.”

I’d expected this reaction from Mike. He was a transparent piece of shit on a good day, and I was prepared for it.

I smiled and flicked the laces on my shoe.

“The hell you smiling at? I said no.”

“You’ll say yes,” I countered. “This isn’t negotiable.”

Mike pulled his feet off the desk and dropped them to the floor, propped his elbows on whatever papers he had in front of him, and glared at me.

“Say again?”

I glared, too, but did it still smiling, repeating slower this time so he wouldn’t fucking miss it.

“You’ll say yes. This isn’t negotiable.”

“And how the fuck do you figure that?”

“You said it yourself. I’m the biggest fucking draw you got here. Things are good with your ex and you wanna keep it that way, meaning you gotta keep pulling in the kind of bank you’re pulling in now. That won’t happen when I walk.” I leaned forward then, mimicking his position with my elbows on my knees, then continued, “And I will walk. You don’t agree to this, I’m done with Xstasy. Give you another two, three months before your ex realizes she won’t be getting her Christmas present, hops off your dick, and gets in front of a judge. How many kids you got, Mike? Three?” I shook my head. “Two years of not paying a dime for them, I’m guessing your pockets are gonna be emptying pretty fucking fast.”

Mike smirked.

I fucking hated him.

“You’re forgetting all the uploads I already have of you, Dash. That one of you and Jayden got over ten thousand hits.”

“Yeah. The day you streamed it. How many hits it get yesterday?”

He lost his smirk.

I cocked my head and explained to the idiot, “Depreciation. Shit’s only hot when everyone who subscribed got notice of the stream and logged on. Stayed hot for a few days thanks to word of mouth. Now?”

I let that question hang in the air between us.

I knew the answer. So did Mike, based on the agitation shadowing his face.

He was barely making jack-shit off dated uploads. Nothing compared to the new stuff. It was why he always pushed getting me here every chance he got.

I had a motive, giving that kid as much money as possible. That’s the only reason I obliged him.

Otherwise I would’ve told him to fuck off.

“See you’re understanding me now,” I said after he refused to offer up the answer, knowing I’d like what he told me. “You wanna keep me here? Keep pulling in the kind of money you need to be pulling in? You’re gonna let me switch to solos and pay me close to what I was making already.”


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