Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“So, are you sure you want to step down, Lincoln?”
“I have no choice. I still want major control of the company, but the day-to-day operations have to go to someone else. It seems I’m too fucking old for this shit.”
“You’re only thirty-three with high blood pressure and constant migraines. I’d say it’s a good idea, but instead of jumping the gun, why not just take a vacation and then decide if it’s what you want?” Seeing Lacey in a barely there bikini on an isolated beach sounds like fucking bliss.
“You might have something there.”
“We’ve been friends a long time, and I’d hate to see you put yourself in an awkward place. Well, any more than you have. Why would you hire the woman that you want to drag off to your bed as your assistant?”
“What?”
“Come on. You can’t lie to me. I’m not blind, but if you want that pretty creature, you better seal the deal soon and tell her the truth.”
“That I’m an asshole because I want her in my bed every damn day.”
“No, that you’ve got health issues that make you a bigger asshole and that you’re not that bad when your head isn’t pounding. Hell, maybe you just need to get laid.” He has a point. My orgasms do relieve the pain for a brief moment, but I need the real thing.
“I will take care of my private life. Now, can you draft up the documents if I do decide to go through with the transfer of power?”
“Absolutely. I will get them ready, but not until you take a vacation, and I’d take that hot assistant with you.”
“Watch your mouth.” If he wasn’t my friend, I’d throw his ass out of my office for even thinking she’s hot.
He puts his hands up, attempting to appease the damn psycho sitting in front of him. “Calm down. I’m just stating the obvious. I have no interest in her.”
“Obviously, you have no idea how obsessed I am with her.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing letting her go home alone?”
“Not after tonight.” I still have my plan in motion to stop their night from going on. I plan on filling her flat belly with my baby.
I kick him out of my office and then get back to work.
I called Greg to check on Lacey and how the ride went, only to get pissed off. The strings of texts between us are crossing the line but fuck if I care anymore. My plan needs to take off already before I lose control and beat the hell out of every bastard that comes between us.
It’s around four when I take my meds and then set up our vacation. Calling a stylist, I get a wardrobe packed for the both of us that will be ready to be loaded on my private jet tomorrow afternoon. All my plans are underway when I check the time. She should be heading down to the hotel bar now, so I have Greg take me there, where I have a private suite booked for the night.
Greg keeps his distance as she steps out of a taxi with another young woman. I growl when I see what she’s fucking wearing. It’s the tiniest sliver of a black dress. Her huge tits are popping out of the top, nearly spilling out, while her ass is begging to be caressed. I massage my temple and then exit the vehicle. “Be ready to pick us up for the airport by ten.”
“Yes, Mr. Hardwick.”
I fix my suit and then step into the hotel lobby. Checking in, I grab my keycard and then head over to the bar. I watch from the edge so she can’t see me while she chats with her friends.
Suddenly I find her checking out some fucking handsome fuck at another table. It takes me a second that he has eyes on her friend, and she’s only pointing it out. Still, I’m more than ready to snatch up my woman and tell her how things are going to be.
I reach her table, growling as I stare. Her mouth falls open. Her friends burst out in giggles, but all I could think about is how I could see her tits from here. Any asshole can easily check out her amazing rack that belongs to me from this angle. A jealousy that I never knew hits me hard. Even more than when Lawrence kept drawing her attention.
Lacey says, “Mr. Hardwick.” Her body tells me everything I need to know. Her ample chest that is driving me nuts in that skimpy dress is rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.
“Up out of that seat now, Lacey,” I tell her.
“No. You’re not the boss of my free time, mister.” She tries to act tough, but it’s like a little kitten who thinks they’re a tiger. It’s fucking cute. It’s nothing like the attitude she gives me in the office.