The Favor Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
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That Dane made an effort to have lunch with me most days—usually in the privacy of his office—seemed to have exacerbated the issue. I was sure others thought we were getting up to some raunchy stuff in there while on our break. I was also sure that Dane was hoping they would assume that.

Uninterested in lowering myself to the level of the other women, I’d so far ignored it. I also hadn’t told Dane about it. Nor had I mentioned that some of the other employees were acting off with me. I was no tattler, and I could deal with my own problems just fine. It would all blow over eventually if I paid it no mind.

Most of o-Verve were amazingly supportive of our “relationship.” They’d gushed over the online pictures of us that were taken by the photographers at the charity fundraiser. Hanna had dissected each of Dane’s expressions, swearing he was “crazy” about me. I’d just smiled and said I hoped it was true.

I was walking through o-Verve’s private parking garage, my heels clacking on the pitted pavement, when my phone beeped. I pulled my cell out of my purse without breaking stride, careful to dodge an oil stain on the ground. Looking at the screen, I saw that I had two messages. The most recent was from Melinda, informing me that she and Wyatt would be having a barbeque on Sunday and that Simon, Dane and I were invited. The other message had been sent an hour ago, but I hadn’t heard my phone beep.

It was from Maggie: Hey honey. Haven’t heard from you in a week, just wanted to check on you. Simon’s missing you xx

Maggie and Freddie often informed me of how my father was doing, since Simon wasn’t the type to share how he was feeling. It was never good for his emotions to build up.

Reaching my car, I unlocked it with the key fob. The resulting beep seemed to echo in the large space. I slid into the driver’s seat and then called Simon.

After a few rings, he answered, “Hey, my sweet girl. How are you?”

I smiled, my heart squeezing. “Good, you?”

“Fine, fine. How’s everything going?”

“Great. Really great.” I bit my lip, hesitant to continue but knowing I’d have to. “I, um … There’s someone I’d like to introduce to you.”

“Oh? Who?”

“My boss, Dane Davenport. He and I have sort of been seeing each other.”

“Well, good,” he said, sounding genuinely excited. “It’s about time you started dating again. I hate thinking of you up there in your apartment all alone.”

I knew he did, just as I knew a large part of him would want this for me. But another part of him … I silently sighed.

“When do I get to meet him?” Simon asked.

“How about Sunday? Melinda and Wyatt are throwing a barbeque at their house. They want me to invite you and Dane.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “What time?”

“Around noon-ish.”

“I’ll be there. Looking forward to seeing you.”

A smile tugged at my mouth. “Same here. Take care, Dad.”

“You too, my sweet girl. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead on the steering wheel, hoping to God his enthusiasm didn’t dim or fracture. He could initially take things so well. But then, after putting a little more thought into a matter, he could start obsessing over the smallest elements of the situation and then his whole viewpoint could alter.

Lifting my head, I blew out a breath and started the engine. If there was a problem, Maggie or Freddie would contact me. That was a comfort.

After the hour-long commute from o-Verve to my complex, I whipped my car into my assigned parking space in the lot and then headed to the front of the building. I was just approaching the main door when a familiar figure stepped out of the shadows.

I stilled. “What do you want?”

Travis raised his hands. “Just to talk. There are things … Look, I know you don’t like me much, but this is important. Can I come in?”

Was he high? “No.” I didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him, so there was no way I’d invite him into my home. “But we can take a walk.”

He gave a slow nod. “All right.”

Our steps were slow and steady as we strolled along the sidewalk. I stayed silent, waiting for him to say whatever he’d come to say. It was at least a full minute before he came to a sudden stop and turned to face me.

“I know you like Dane a lot,” said Travis. “I could see it clear as day at the gala. But you don’t know him. Not really.”

I raised a brow. “I don’t?”

“No, you don’t. I’m an asshole. I know that. But so is Dane—he’s just a different kind of asshole. He’s not all bad, no. But he always puts himself first. Always. Our father was the same. May the bastard rot in hell,” he muttered under his breath.


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