You’re the Boss Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
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But it wasn’t her.

THE BASTARD: Chloe.

Whoops.

I forgot that was his name in my phone. It’d been such a long time since we’d used it to contact one another given the circumstances.

Still, I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Seeing that old nickname for Theo tickled me, almost as much as him texting me did.

Ugh.

What was wrong with me?

ME: Theo.

What did he want? Why was he texting me? He’d barely spoken a word to me since Thursday lunchtime.

THE BASTARD: It’s too quiet here.

THE BASTARD: I miss you.

Oh.

Oh.

Curse this little fluttering of my heart.

THE BASTARD: You make coffee much better than I do.

Never mind.

ME: And here I thought you were saying something nice.

THE BASTARD: It’s true, though. I do miss you.

I sighed, plopping down on my side, still clutching my phone tightly.

He missed me.

Could I be silly and believe that he missed me the same way I did him right now?

ME: …I miss you, too.

THE BASTARD: I never thought you’d say those words to me.

ME: Well, it’s too quiet, and there’s a severe lack of funky socks in my laundry.

THE BASTARD: Ah, so it’s the potential blackmail material you miss.

ME: I was trying not to say it, but…

THE BASTARD: Life with you is a series of heartbreaks, Chlo.

What?

He was so dramatic.

THE BASTARD: What time is the party today?

ME: Starts at seven, but I think I might go to Aunt Fizz and Uncle Jay’s house before lunch. My place is too quiet.

THE BASTARD: You should adopt a cat when we’re done up here.

ME: I’ve never considered it. You’ve always kept me too busy for a pet.

THE BASTARD: Well, you’ll have all the time in the world since you’re abandoning me.

ME: I see you have a flair for the dramatic this morning.

THE BASTARD: The thought of you leaving me makes me act this way.

ME: Are you trying to be pitiful enough to make me change my mind?

THE BASTARD: Between that and seducing you, I was hoping I had a shot at it.

Ha.

ME: I see you’ve pulled the stick out of your arse.

THE BASTARD: What can I say? Waking up to you not being here was more shocking than I thought.

ME: You’re being very needy again.

THE BASTARD: Only because it’s you.

ME: You know, if you keep saying things like that, I might start getting the wrong idea.

THE BASTARD: That depends on what you think the wrong idea is.

ME: That you can’t live without me.

THE BASTARD: You already know that much is true.

ME: I don’t mean professionally.

THE BASTARD: Who said that’s what I meant?

I bit my lower lip, dragging my teeth across it and snagging a dry bit of skin. I picked at it as I stared at his words, and I winced as I plucked the tiny bit away.

Ouch.

That stung.

THE BASTARD: What time is your flight back tomorrow?

Thank God.

I had no idea how to respond to his last message. Was it a joke? Was he being serious? I didn’t know.

This was much easier.

ME: 6.30.

THE BASTARD: In the morning???

ME: Absolutely not.

THE BASTARD: In the evening???

ME: That’s the only other 6.30 on the clock.

THE BASTARD: Hm.

ME: Hm? What’s hm?

THE BASTARD: Nothing. Have fun with your family. Tell Harvey to call me.

ME: No. I’m not on the clock. Call him yourself.

THE BASTARD: I’m starting to miss the days you’d just say ‘yes, sir’ to everything.

ME: I would, but you told me not to call you sir in bed, so I’m getting out of the habit.

THE BASTARD: …

THE BASTARD: I reserve the right to change my mind at any time, you know.

ME: I’m sure you do.

ME: Sir.

THE BASTARD: You should book an earlier flight.

ME: No.

THE BASTARD: Why?

ME: I’m annoyed at you. :)

THE BASTARD: I know. You have every right to be. That’s why I want you to come back sooner so we can talk face to face.

Shit.

I wasn’t expecting that.

ME: I suppose it would be awkward if we went into work mode on Monday while barely talking.

THE BASTARD: No.

THE BASTARD: I don’t care about that.

THE BASTARD: I just want to apologise properly.

Damn it.

I could cope with him being demanding. I could cope with him being needy. I could even cope with him being petty and childish for unknown reasons. I could cope with him dirty talking in my ear and touching me in indecent ways.

I could not cope with this sweet, considerate version of him.

Neither could my heart.

ME: I should be back by 9.30 tomorrow night. You’ll just have to wait.

THE BASTARD: I’m not very patient.

ME: I don’t know why you’re telling me that. I already know.

THE BASTARD: I can’t believe I was missing you.

ME: Believe me, the feeling is mutual.

THE BASTARD: Can you do me a favour?

ME: What?

THE BASTARD: Harvey said your aunt tries to set you up with guys at her parties.

ME: Unfortunately, he was telling the truth. If I’d had more time, I’d have started a betting pool for tonight’s victim.


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