Dylan – Steele Riders Family Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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“It’s okay. We’ll be rich soon.”

“Keep talking, baby.”

I’m so damn disgusted. I pound on the door.

“Holy shit.”

“Just looking for something behind the door. Give me one minute.”

I wait for them to exit and then sneak off to the side so they can’t see who found them. I can see who both of them are, and I’ll report them both to HR to be fired today. So that’s the new temp. I’ll have her out on her ass today.

I called down to the HR department and IT at the same time. “Hello, Mrs. Featherman, Mr. Russell. I need to have two employees terminated, effective immediately. My VP of Operations, James Majors, and the new temp, but I’m not sure her name.”

I can hear both of them typing quickly as I speak. “We only have one new temp, sir. Harley Dean.”

“Well, then, that’s the one who goes.”

“Is there something I should put in their files?” she asks.

“Yes, they were fucking in my copy room,” I snarl. “Well, word it professionally, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Should we send up security for them?”

“Yes. I want them out of my building by the time I get back from my next meeting.”

“Understood,” they reply in unison like good little employees, which keeps me sane. At my age, running an empire is a miracle, a bit of luck, and pure sacrifice, and when people like Majors turn my company into a whorehouse, I feel venomous.

I leave for my lunch meeting to discuss the possible buyout of a company, but after ten minutes I know it’s not worth it to me. Someone with more time to waste can invest in a new makeup company, so I pass on the venture. It’s not like I know a damn thing about women, and I know even less about makeup. I come back an hour later only to come face to face with the blonde who I caught with my former VP this morning. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Excuse me? I work here.”

First, who the fuck does she think she’s talking to? And second, “The hell you do. I fired you this morning.”

“Fired me for what, handsome.” She moves in closer, as if that’s going to work with me.

“For screwing my former VP, Ms. Harley Dean.”

She gasps, pressing her hand to my chest. “I’m not Harley Dean.”

“What? Do you have a twin?” I accuse her after swiping her hand away with a little more force than necessary.

“No, that mousy girl wouldn’t be caught screwing anything. She’s probably cradling her pillow right now.” So there’s a second temp no one mentioned. Breathing through my nose, I let the rage boil in my blood.

“I’m Sandra Stone, Mr. Majors’s assistant.”

“Well, you’re fired, Ms. Stone. Get your shit and get out of my building.” I’m already on my phone before she can step away. “Russell, please deactivate the keycard for Ms. Sandra Stone.” I end the call and summon security next. I follow her directly to the VP’s former office, and it’s a wreck. “What the hell happened in here?”

“He wasn’t too happy about getting fired,” the head of building security says, stepping next to me.

“Have Ms. Stone escorted out with her things. Make sure she doesn’t take anything that belongs to the company. I need to go speak with Mrs. Featherman.”

I walk down to HR because I’m too pissed and need to burn off the anger for this motherfucking mistake. If I wasn’t already stressed out and screwed up over a stranger I have no intention of pursuing, I wouldn’t have been so damn careless when it came to firing these two. I would have called them into my office and fired them on the spot.

I slam her door open and Mrs. Featherman looks up, and then a pair of beautiful, tear-stained eyes find me. It’s the girl I’ve been looking for over the past few days. The sexy, innocent, heartbreaking beauty is in HR’s office, crying. “What are you doing in here?”

“She was just leaving.” Tears are in her eyes, and I don’t like it one bit. I grab her wrist, stopping her from fleeing. Her eyes dart upward toward me in panic.

“Mr. Hunter,” Mrs. Featherman scolds me. I release my tormentor, remembering my actions and my sanity.

Closing the door, I turn to stare at my employee and give her a warning. “If you ever correct me again, it won’t be just your job you lose. Now, explain to me who it is that just left, and why the hell was she crying?”

“You should know who she is. You just had me fire the girl, accusing her of screwing Mr. Majors.” I growl. The thought of his hands on her body sends me into a rage. I slam my fist on the desk.

“Actually, that’s your damn fault. I asked who the temp was, and you said there was only one, but there’s more than one because he was with the other one—his assistant.”



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