Power – Enemies to Lovers Office Romance Read Online J.D. Hollyfield

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“You’re trying to distract me,” I hum. “It’s not going to work.” His teeth scrape along the tip, and I expel a breath.

“I wouldn’t expect it to.” His free hand works off my panties, being gentle not to bump against my cast. I want to tell him no, that I refuse to be tricked into not addressing the issue with sex, but my body is buzzing, and I ache for his touch. He slips a finger past my heat, and I sigh deeply. “And I bet your wet cunt isn’t a way to distract me?”

“Nope.” He slides another finger inside me. “We’re actually going to fight after this—yes. . . more of that,” I moan, raising my hips. The pressure on my breast tightens, and his strokes become more aggressive. “Theo, please. I need more. I need you.” His hand disappears as he strips out of his clothes, pushes my legs wider, and thrusts inside me.

“Always so perfect.” He fucks me slowly, whispering dirty and sweet words in my ear. I hold on to him, never wanting him to leave. I hate that they appear, but tears stream down my cheeks. His mouth covers mine as he works me into a glorious sexual frenzy. “Don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. I don’t want this for you.”

“It’s going to be okay.” He pulls out and drives back in, his cock throbbing. “I love you.” He ravishes my mouth with such passion it almost breaks me. I cry out as my orgasm washes through me, and he grunts, holding himself deep inside me as his cock spasms.

We stay quiet for some time, catching our breaths and trying to find the right thing to say. Reality is a bitch, and I don’t want to face what’s to come. “You don’t deserve this,” I whisper under my shaky breath.

“I know.”

The sound of his doorbell echoes through the penthouse. Theo looks down at me. “It’s Craig. He’s early.”

“Tell him to wait outside.”

He plants a sweet kiss on my lips and gets up, helps me get dressed, and finds my crutches. Together, we make out way down the hallway. He takes my hand and opens the door.

“Jefferies? What are you doing here?”

I don’t know the man standing at his door, but it’s not Craig.

“Theo, can I come in?”

“If this is about my father, you tell him I’ve already said everything I have to say—”

“Theo, your father had a heart attack last night.”

“What?” My lips part, as do Theo’s. “Is he all right?”

The man’s expression falls. “I’m sorry, Theo. He passed away.”

Theo’s head jerks back like he’s been slapped. “What? I don’t understand.”

“He suffered a massive heart attack. His staff found him this morning.”

Theo is silent for a beat, allowing the news to settle in. His face is blank of emotion. Finally, he nods. “Thank you for coming to tell me. Let me know what’s needed of me.”

“Nothing right now. Take some time to grieve, and we can discuss his will and funeral later. I’m so sorry for your loss, Theo.”

Theo nods. “Thank you.” He sees the gentleman out.

“Are you okay?” I ask, unsure how he’s taking this news. Hatred or not, it’s still his father. He turns, his expression grim. “Theo, I’m so sorry. What can I do?”

There’s another knock on the door. This time, it’s Theo’s lawyer. “Theo, I just heard—”

“I need to know what this means,” he spits out to Craig.

“Theo, we don’t need to do this—”

“What does this mean?” He inhales a staggered breath, brushing his hands down his face.

“That’s what I need to tell you.” He retrieves an envelope from inside his briefcase.

“What is this?”

“It’s not good. I need to prepare you.”

Theo rips the envelope open and unfolds the documents. “What the fuck?”

“What is it?” I ask, but Theo ignores me.

“How did you get this?”

“It was faxed to my office early this morning.”

He flips through the pages, his jaw clenched. “That son of a bitch.”

“What’s going on?” I ask for a second time. I lean over, trying to get a view of the documents.

“Charles expedited the merger. The date was marked as yesterday,” Theo says.

“But doesn’t it have to have your father’s signature on it?”

“It does,” Theo snaps.

“We’ll fight that,” Craig adds. “All final signatures and dates were timestamped yesterday. Due to Alfred’s sudden death, there’ll be a lot of questions surrounding it.”

That gets both of our attention. “As in, Charles knew about my father’s death, then submitted it after the fact?”

Craig shrugs. “Could be. I had a guy keeping track of them both. I’m not sure the specific time of death, but Charles Hill did visit your father last night.”

Theo’s face pales. “So did I.” Theo looks back at me.

“No one’s saying he was murdered. We just need to stick to the facts. Did your father sign the papers before he died? Was it out of duress? Was he alive when Charles left?”


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