Henry Read Online Books Andria Large (The Beck Brothers #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Beck Brothers Series by Andria Large
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 56376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
<<<<715161718192737>63
Advertisement2



" No, I have two more brothers besides him, Quinn and Christian, they're all younger then me", Henry supplied without hesitation.

" You say that like you're old", Claire scoffed.

" Yeah well, I'm older then you and I feel it", Henry grunted, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Claire liked Henry this way, open and relaxed. She didn't see it nearly as often as she would like. The only other time was when he came to her apartment. " Oh come on, you can't be that much older then me, you're what? 30? 32?"

Henry's smiled widened, showing off a pair of dimples that Claire's never seen before. Claire couldn't get over how that smile lit up his face and made him look just stunning. " I'm flattered, but no, I'm 34 and feel like I'm 40"

" That's because you're all work and no play. And you're only 9 years older then me", Claire snickered about the last part, knowing it would irk him.

Henry groaned and dropped his face into his hands. When he emerged from his hands he stood. " Get back to work", he huffed then headed for the door. He sent her a wink over his shoulder before walking out.

There was that wink again. That sexy wink with that sexy smirk. Claire watched him as he headed down the hallway. He turned his head when someone called to him. He moved over towards the cubical and leaned against the divider with his forearms. This caused his jacket to ride up as he cocked a hip. Claire's eyes dropped to his amazing ass, which was now on full display. Oh what she would give to dig her nails...Claire shook her head to clear her dirty thoughts. She needed to get laid. Preferably by Henry.

Chapter 4

Henry groaned as he woke. Jesus Christ, his whole body ached. Which he didn't understand because he hadn't worked out too hard the day before. Come to think of it, he had felt pretty run down yesterday. Henry sat up and rubbed his eyes. Fuck, he was exhausted. He reached over and shut off his alarm clock, which was giving him a freaking headache.

Henry shuffled naked to his bathroom, which was attached to his bedroom. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror before going to take a piss and damn, he looked like shit. After going to the bathroom, he turned on the shower and hopped in, hoping it would make him feel better. Nothin' doin'. The shower didn't do anything other then clean him.

He got dressed. Half the time he had his eyes closed and he was sure he looked horrendous. He didn't even bother shaving or using hair product, he just brushed it. He didn't bother with his contacts either. He put on his sleek black rectangular plastic frames and headed downstairs. Sebastian wasn't up yet, but he had no need since he hadn't found a job yet. It's been only two weeks, so Henry wasn't really surprised. Sebastian was a gunsmith, so finding a job wasn't going to be easy.

Henry groaned as his stomach rolled. Forget eating breakfast, he was just going to head to work and see how he felt then, he could always have Claire go out and grab him something. Henry grabbed his keys and headed to the garage. He took his jacket off and laid it in the passenger seat of his white BMW M3 coupe. He was sweating to death.

The drive in was hell. His eyes kept watering, his nose was runny and he kept coughing this dry cough that hurt his throat. Then on top of that, the aching in his body just seemed to get worse. And shifting the gears on the car was not helping.

Henry felt about ready to pass out when he finally got up to the office. He was feeling extremely weak. What the hell was he thinking coming in here today? And there was no way he was going to be able to drive home himself. He'd better find Claire and see if she can drive him home.

He got stared at by everyone as he walked down the aisle towards his office. No doubt he looked like shit, plus he's never worn his glasses into the office. He's also never showed up unshaven. He saw Claire walking up just as he cleared the aisle. He reached his door the same time as her. When he looked at her she was frowning at him.

" You wear glasses?", she asked in confusion.

" Contacts usually", Henry replied weakly.

Henry rummaged around in his pockets for his keys. He always locked his office when he left and the key was on his car keyring. Henry leaned forward and put his forehead on the door, groaning when the coolness felt amazing on his flushed skin.

" Henry, you don't look good", Claire said, a hint of worry in her voice.


Advertisement3

<<<<715161718192737>63

Advertisement4