Only One Touch (Only One #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“It’s Friday, and it’s almost time for you to be at a dinner.” Manning is the captain of the Dallas Oilers. The sponsors are all eating out of his hand because he stays out of drama. He refuses to be on social media other than his Facebook, where he pushes said sponsors.

“I’m on my way there now,” he says.

“Good.” I pull out of the parking lot. “I arranged for you to have a room downtown tonight in case you wanted to get a night away from the wicked witch of the east.” I mention his wife that he refuses to leave.

He laughs. “I might take you up on that offer.”

“Good,” I say. “Call me tomorrow to let me know how the meeting went. Two other sponsors called me today. I’ll research the companies and let you know.”

“Sounds good,” he says. “Have a great night.” I disconnect at the exact time I pull up to my parking spot. I’m getting out when I get a text that makes my night.

Matthew Grant: Pencil us in for Friday afternoon. My office.

Chapter 2

Nico

“We have a meeting in ten minutes with Frank,” my assistant, Elizabeth, says from the doorway of my office. I look up and see her usual attire of a business suit with her hair in a high bun, and she’s holding a leather folder in her hand. “If you leave now, you have seven minutes to eat before the meeting starts.” Getting up, I look around the office at the sun shining in the sky and wonder what it would feel like to take a day off. But then I shake my head, reminding myself there is no time for that.

I walk out of the office and make my way down to the conference room. “Your mother called you,” she says, opening her folder. “You have a meeting tonight at seven with the foundation chair,” she says, going over my schedule.

When I inherited this team, the first thing I did was hire Elizabeth to be my right-hand person. We grew up together, and she’s the only one I trust. As my nanny’s daughter, the two of us were brought up almost like siblings. Only, she wasn’t exploited because of who her parents were. “What’s my weekend look like?”

“You have Candace’s birthday party tomorrow,” she tells me. “Gift is bought and already wrapped.” I look over at her, and she smirks. “I got myself a matching one.” We stop walking when we get to the doors of the conference room, and she smiles. “Your lunch is already in there. I have seven minutes, so I’m going to go outside and see if my skin glistens in the sun like a vampire.” I shake my head, laughing at her. “I have my phone.”

“I’m sure I can handle a meal without you, Lizzie.” I use her nickname, and she rolls her eyes. Walking into the room, I see my brown paper bag at the head of the table right in front of the stack of papers we are going to go through. Slipping off my suit jacket, I put it over the back of the leather chair, then sit down and take out my sandwich. I grab my phone and get on my social media right away. I scroll through, seeing pictures of people on vacation. A couple of my old friends are partying in Vegas. I shake my head, taking another bite of the sandwich while trying not to remember what my life was like before.

I was the only son of oil tycoon John Earl Harrison the third and Daniella, an Italian model. They met at a fashion show in Milan. My mother got swept up with living the life in America. It was a whirlwind romance, and they wed at a venue with over one thousand guests just five months after they met. I can’t even imagine the spectacle that was. They lived lavishly as jet-setters around the world, but always came back to Dallas, where the tabloids would be on full baby bump alerts. My mother knew she never really wanted children, but she had to give my father an heir. It was her duty as a wife to make sure his name lived on.

Thankfully, they got it right the first time and didn’t have to go through it again. Every chance she got, she told me how I changed her body as she pointed out every stretch mark I gave her. The best thing they did for me was to hire Fernanda because she treated me like her own. It was usually just the two of us while my parents went away, which was most of the time. It’s because of Fernanda I had a little bit of a normal upbringing. I was in every sport she could drive me to. My parents never attended any of the games because their schedules just didn’t allow it.


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