Protege King (Wall Street Empire – Strictly Business #1) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Wall Street Empire - Strictly Business Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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When I’m cleaned up, he backs me against the counter and presses his hands on the surface on either side of me. “I need you to stay here, Alana, live here with me.”

“Why?

“I want you here.”

“Why?” I press because it’s sudden, and I can read him. There’s more to this.

“My father will hurt you to hurt me. He sees you as my weakness.”

“Am I?” I ask, not liking this new role he’s given me, not wanting to be a weakness, or weak at all.

“Take him out of the equation and I still want you to stay, Alana. I still want you to move in with me.”

He wants me to stay. Not move in with him. Stay until he deals with his father. I feel confused again. “I need to get dressed, and for the record, you didn’t answer me about being a weakness, so I’ll take that as yes.”

I try to get off the counter and he cages me. “He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. Anyone who does is weak and distracted. It’s what he believes. It doesn’t make it true. It just tells me how he will come at me.”

I press my hand to his cheek. “I get that. I do. I just don’t know how to make this right. I don’t know a lot of things right now.” I grab his wrist and eye his ridiculously expensive watch. “We really do need to get dressed and get out of here.”

He hesitates but helps me down. A few minutes later, I’m dressed and have freshened up. I’m now standing at a window with stunning views that overlook the city while Damion changes. He’s the one who ended up wrinkled. I turn around and scan the magnificently modern and extremely expensive apartment. Lots of brown leather, books, art, and, of course, since Damion loves his sports, a giant big screen. He wants me to live here with him. And I would, I really would, if it really was him asking me for him, for us. But it’s not. It’s about his father. I feel like both of our lives have always been about his father.

Damion steps out of the bedroom in a gray suit, looking as handsome and powerful as ever, and, of course, my heart and belly flutter. I never see him without reacting, without feeling everything and more for him. I’m still not sure that’s even healthy. I’m also not sure I’m capable of fighting it or caring, at least most days.

“We should go,” he says, joining me, “but I need to give you something first.” He cups my face and kisses me. “I know I’ve fucked up my messaging, Alana.”

“You think?” I tease.

He reaches in his pocket and produces a velvet box and before I can react, he says, “You can’t be a fiancée without a ring.”

There’s a pinch of disappointed in my chest. This is not real, of course, it’s not real. “Okay,” I murmur.

He opens the lid and a stunning, heart-shaped diamond glistens and glows inside. My gaze jerks to Damion. “I used to love hearts as a kid.” I laugh but it’s sounds choked, even to my ears. “It’s kind of appropriate but it seems extravagant for a fake fiancée, Damion.”

“Because it wasn’t meant for a fake fiancée, Alana. Five years ago I got drunk and decided I could come back and get you. I chose the hearts because you always had them everywhere. You even drew them on me at one point.”

I can barely breathe. I can barely speak. “I—I don’t understand. We hadn’t talked and—”

He catches my chin, and leans in and kisses me, his lips lingering against mine for long moments even after the kiss ends. “This is me telling you, Alana, I meant what I said earlier. I might not have said it until tonight, but you have always been it for me. Always.”

My heart swells, and I feel what I can almost call a sense of completion. Like he is a part of me I was missing and now he’s here but I’m afraid to believe it’s true. I don’t really even understand what this is, or why he’s saying it. I can feel more coming, and I find myself holding my breath, not sure what to expect.

“But you also need to know that the morning after I bought this ring, Alana, I came to my senses. I knew I was not good for you. I know it now, too, but when you’re standing in front of me, I can’t seem to give a damn. I am not good for you. You need to remember that. And if I get drunk and propose again, be smart and say no.” He cups my face. “And stop being stubborn and move in with me.”

My heart is happy and my brain a bit drunk on this conversation. “Why does it always feel as if you are standing in front of me but out of reach?”


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