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Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fixer Brothers Construction Co Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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Here, Emmett: somehow make Storm Rosling into someone who isn’t a total marketing nightmare.

Try to save your career in the process.

Within five minutes of being home, I walked past the tall windows in my living room and saw a telltale ball of fluff in my backyard, playing around with Pepper. I marched out and picked up Oreo, who just lolled her tongue out at me, happy as a clam in my arms.

I wasn’t patching up another hole.

I took Oreo back out front and went straight to Storm’s front door, knocking on it three times before he came to swing it open.

“There you are!” he said, reaching out to take her from my arms. He gave her a little kiss on top of her head. Oreo looked like a tiny guinea pig in Storm’s muscular arms.

It was wild, seeing someone so strong in real life. How sculpted he looked, from over a decade of hard work.

He set Oreo down and she curled right up next to his feet in the entryway. Relaxing.

“Want to keep an eye on your dog for once?” I asked Storm, noticing an edge in my tone that was never usually there.

You can get along with anyone. Just grit your teeth and be nice to the guy.

He lifted an eyebrow at me. “Maybe if I wasn’t too busy in here wondering why a complete stranger was such a dickhead to me during that whole house tour.”

I set my jaw.

“Because the Fixer Brothers are a career-making partnership for me,” I said, “and because I’ve been working toward a deal as big as the Racks one for months.”

“So you’re an asshole to me because of some precious business brand deal?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I know you wouldn’t give a shit about that, and you’d probably get off on publicly slamming their stores, but it matters to me.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe I will tell them off publicly. Heard the CEO donates to some terrible causes, to be honest.”

He leaned forward in his front doorway, putting one hand up against the doorframe. I wasn’t sure if he was aware of how impressive his body looked in that position, or if he was just trying to intimidate me, but I couldn’t help noticing his raw strength, even while I wanted to wring his neck.

I clenched my jaw. “This isn’t all about you.”

“Why do you care?” he pressed. “You’re clearly already filthy rich, and probably have been your whole life. Why do you give a fuck about this stupid brand deal?”

Because since Dad died, Lux Marketing is run by people who really are assholes, I thought.

Because this is my only chance at someday retaking the company that my father built.

But there was no chance I was going to go into a truth that deep with someone like Storm.

I barely talked about my feelings to anyone, let alone someone like him.

Someone who only cared about parties or getting in fights.

My father’s sudden death had been the hardest moment of my life, and it came right before my ex left me without warning, two years ago. How was I supposed to talk to Storm about how it felt walking into my father’s office to find him collapsed onto the floor? That a man who had seemed like he should be immortal was instead dead—just like that—on a random Thursday morning at only 58 years old?

“My dad was a rare combination of being a truly kind person, and a great businessman,” I said evenly, opting for a version of the truth that wouldn’t hurt so much to talk about. “If I make partner at the firm, then after a couple of other guys retire, the company can be mine again. I know you look at me and just see a silver-spoon rich guy. And I know I am that. But there’s a lot more you don’t know about, Storm.”

He scanned my face. “And there’s a lot you don’t know about me, too.”

I sighed. “Then can we just compromise?”

Storm shook his head. His eyes were as unwavering as a thundercloud. “No compromises,” he said. “I’m working with the Fixer Brothers. And I’m not going to mince my words or not speak my mind publicly. Ever, for anyone. It just isn’t who I am.”

Anger ripped through me, sudden and unbidden.

I took a step forward, getting in his face in a way that I’d never done with anyone before.

Suddenly we were close. He didn’t back up. He barely blinked.

I’d only ever been this close to other guys when I was about to kiss them, not when I was blindingly angry. From this distance it was hard to tell the difference, and in an instant, all rational thoughts flew out of my head like a flock of spooked pigeons.

I saw his eyes up close for the first time. The dark lashes that surrounded the stormy blue. He was looking at me like I was just one challenge in a long line of challenges, not a moment’s hesitation in his gaze.


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