Her Boyfriend’s Father Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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“Gee, thanks.”

I grab my keys off the counter and go out to my car. Even if Grant is at the office, I’d rather be at his house getting some work done on my book than here in the living room while my mom’s passed out in the back. Who knows, maybe Grant will be home by the time I get there anyway.

On the way, I brainstorm my book. I’ve been working on the outline of a cozy mystery involving a girl who moved to a small town with her mom to open a coffee shop and ends up investigating the murder of a local librarian in her spare time. I’ve just about figured out how I want the first chapter to go when I reach the house in Malibu, but as the gate opens and I pull in, my heart sinks.

Not only is the house not empty, but it’s absolutely packed. Packed with lingerie and bikini-clad models prancing around and dancing to music that I can hear from the driveway as I park. I see Grant’s car in front of the garage and feel a pang in my chest. I glance up and see him standing in the living room, three girls fawning all over him.

No…it can’t be.

A rage fills me, and I nearly take my car door off its hinges as I kick it open. But once I’m out and racing up to the front door, I stop.

Do I really want to do this? Go in there and confront him with all those girls there to see it?

The thud of the bass is like the pounding of my heart. I can feel it in my feet, in my ears, in my chest. My anxiety is at a level I’ve never felt before. I know if I go up there now, there’s a good chance I won’t be able to say anything to him. Or I may actually pass out when I see him surrounded by those girls being all touchy all over him.

No, I have to go. I can’t be here right now.

So I turn on my heels, go back to my car, get in, and quickly back out of the driveway. But the last thing I see as I pull out onto the road is a girl with long blond hair and big fake breasts pulling her top off and throwing it in Grant’s face.

Wow, what a night. What a night.

10

Grant

“Hey, baby. You sure you don’t want to come upstairs with us?” the girl with the lacy red bra asks, spilling champagne all over my jacket as she leans in and presses her body up against me. For some reason, she’s cold. She shouldn’t be. The house is a good temperature.

“Yeah, come upstairs with us,” her friend with freshly bleached blond hair says, running a hand up the back of my thigh. “We’ll show you a great time.”

I came home from the office and found the house packed with girls. No explanation whatsoever. I sure as hell didn’t let them in, either; they were just here. But I know who’s responsible.

Reed. That spoiled rotten, arrogant son of a bitch. He found out Nikki and I were dating, and he orchestrated this stunt to try and ruin things. But I’m not going to let that happen.

“Yeah, I can’t do that,” I say, taking the blonde’s hand off my leg and stepping away from her friend. There’s a pop from the deck as someone opens a bottle of champagne and begins spraying it all over a group of girls who have their tops off.

This is madness and I have to get rid of them so I can call Nikki and have her come over, because after the day I’ve had, she’s what I really need right now.

“Okay, girls!” I call out. “Sorry to say, but the party’s over!” A loud sigh comes from the crowd as they all turn to me. I nod and wave my hands. “I know, I know. But there’s an afterparty at an apartment over by USC. I’ll write the address down here on the table. Just ask for Reed.”

This calms some of the girls, who come over to the table as I jot down Reed’s address on a napkin. I shouldn’t be rewarding the little prick for doing this, but it’s the easiest way to get these girls out of my hair, and I have better things to do with my night than worry about all this right now. So I head back outside to call Nikki, but as I grab my phone out of my pocket, I see she’s already texted me…

…and man is it not good.

I knew Reed was an asshole and a man-whore, but I never thought you were too. I guess now I see where he gets it from. Bye!

I instantly call her back, but it goes straight to voicemail. My chest goes tight, and I instantly start to sweat. I quickly rush back into the house and grab my car keys.



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