Wicked Favor Read Online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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“Do you have an official buyout proposal?” he asks, getting right down to business.

It’s no secret I want to sell The Jameson Group. Military special ops have been a big part of my life for the past eleven years, but with almost fifteen months of owning The Wicked Horse under my belt, I know this is all I want to do. It’s the next phase of my life. I’m leaving one career and starting another. And who knows, maybe in ten or fifteen years, I’ll start another.

But Kynan is the only one I’d trust to take over the business and keep it within the exacting standards I’ve set. He knows I want out and I’ve slated him to be the one, but he had no clue my timeline would be this fast. I’m sure he felt I’d stay in another five years or so, which is why I’m surprised he’s taking this so casually.

“I’ve worked up an official proposal and my attorney is reviewing it now,” I tell Kynan.

“Without even knowing what you’re going to need,” Kynan says as we continue walking side by side while pulling our hand carts. “I can tell you right now I don’t have the type of money I’m suspecting you’re going to want to buy you out.”

Here’s the thing about private security.

It’s expensive.

Whether we’re protecting a rock star on tour, rescuing a kidnap victim, gathering intelligence, or doing something so top secret we could land in jail and the government would disavow us, the money is a big reason why I created the company rather than stay in the military for my kicks. The Jameson Group has over fifty special operatives around the world and another hundred security professionals. While the professional security services for the wealthy and elite provide the bread and butter from which we survive, it’s the top-secret government contracts where we really earn the big bucks. I personally haven’t netted less than three million a year in my pocket after making sure everyone else is paid very, very well and all expenses covered.

While I haven’t lived frugally, I’ve saved most of it, and I really don’t have to work another day in my life if I don’t want to. But I’m not one to sit around and just play golf all the time, so I’ll always be in business one way or the other.

“I’ve had the business appraised,” I tell Kynan as we approach the green. “It came in around twenty-two million.”

“I definitely cannot afford that,” Kynan says gruffly.

“Relax,” I tell him as I set my cart and pull out a club. “That’s the value over your lifetime. But I want out now and you’re the only one I trust, so I’m prepared to take seven million. Put down whatever you can and I’ll finance the rest by you keeping me on the payroll as a consultant.”

Kynan’s eyebrows shoot upward. “That’s actually a little unfair to you. And why the rush?”

I look back to the tee we just left, not seeing the next group there yet, so we have a few minutes to chat. Kynan walks to his ball, which also hit the green but is further from the hole than mine.

“I want out sooner rather than later,” I give him the answer to his question. “And to let me get out, I’m willing to accept less than the value. I figure six months is enough time to transition you out of field ops and into the office to run the damn thing.”

“What if I don’t want out of field ops?” he asks.

“Then do them,” I say with a shrug. “It will be your business to run however you want.”

“You still didn’t answer my question,” he says with a smirk.

I blink at him. I thought I had.

So he reminds me. “But why now?”

I give another shrug, trying to act casual. I really hadn’t planned on moving this fast, but I want to free up my time. Work has kept me so busy over the years that I haven’t had time for things like relationships, but that’s going to change. Trista has changed me. Changed what I want in life. “I just want to cut back on work. Start enjoying life, you know. I’ve worked my ass off doing dangerous stuff and now I want to take it easy. Is that so hard to understand?”

“Not in general,” Kynan says with another smirk. “But if you want to take it easy with a particular person, then I’m very intrigued that Mr. Screw A Different Pussy Each Night is going to give that up.”

“I already gave it up,” I grumble, taking another look at the last tee. It’s still empty so we aren’t in a rush finish this hole.

“For thirty days was the deal I seem to remember,” Kynan says slyly. “I’m guessing you’re extending that time.”


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