Loving The Enemy Read online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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“You’ll start tomorrow.” He stood to leave and I stood up as well, not quite ready for him to go.

“I don’t recall accepting the offer.”

“I don’t recall asking. Don’t play games with me Emily, you’ll never win.” What a pompous… I’d read enough about him to know he hadn’t gotten to where he is by being soft, but did he have to be such a bastard?

That’s not fair Emily. He’s offering to help when no one else has. None of daddy’s old friends were knocking down our door to offer assistance of any kind and here was this relative stranger going above and beyond. I’m sure there’s any number of women who’d give their eyeteeth for the position he’d just offered.

I followed him to the door where he turned and looked down at me. The longer he stood there silently the more uncomfortable I became. “Don’t look so crestfallen pet. All will be well.” He lifted my face by my chin but I was too preoccupied by his nickname to pay much notice to the sudden heat in my face. The way he just stared down into my face didn’t help matters either.

“I’ll see you at the office at nine in the morning. We’ll go over the particulars then. Don’t be late.” He tapped my nose like a little brat’s before turning and walking away. By the time he pulled out of the drive I’d all but forgotten what had brought him here in the first place. That lasted until I turned off the lights and headed to bed.

Now I was faced with more questions than answers not the least of which being, who the hell had sold me out, and how had they known? The part about my dad I have no idea of. I’d told no one about the note he’d left and was sure mother hadn’t either. As to my selling my stuff though I’m sure some past acquaintances might find that as something to be ashamed of, I certainly didn’t.

But I’m sure this would change things for me now in some circles, not that I cared. Storm was right, having food on the table and a roof over my head was way more important. With what I’d made thus far from the sale of my stuff and what he promised to pay, I might just be able to breathe easy for at least the next couple of months. As I snuggled down into the soft silk covered pillows I was sure of one thing. No way Simone did this. She was just not the type.

9

Jason

I stayed awake half the night worrying about whether or not she’d show up the next day. I only found peace and rest once I assured myself that if she wasn’t there by quarter past I’d just have to go drag her ass out of that mausoleum she calls a home.

I rushed through breakfast, making my elderly housekeeper slash cook cluck at me like a mother hen. Celeste is an old friend of my mom’s who’d followed me out here because apparently I couldn’t be trusted to take care of myself. That’s the story mom had given her when she sicced her on me, but we both knew it was because her fuckhead of a bastard spawn had stolen all her money to get high, and what he didn’t spend, she did, trying to keep his dumb ass out of jail.

“You hardly touched a thing. Are you ill? I’ve been meaning to ask because lately you haven’t been eating enough to keep a gnat full. Do I need to call Marjorie?” Oh hell no. The old sneak knows that threat usually gets me to straighten up and fly right, but this time I couldn’t give her what she wanted. “I promise that I’m fine, please don’t sic Cerberus on me.” I kissed her cheek and made my escape leaving her to snicker behind me.

I barely restrained myself from having the driver speed, even though I was an hour earlier than usual. Once inside my office I didn’t know what to do with myself since trying to read through reports left me stymied. Words ran together forming a blur, and when I finally worked through that, I read the same line over and over until I just gave up.

I couldn’t have handled this shit as a teen that’s for sure. I’m too damn high strung, as mom would say. I looked at the clock three times in five minutes, walked around my desk a time or two then ended up staring out the window.

I should sit down and work out what it was I was hiring her to do but I couldn’t even concentrate on that. By the time the clock said five to, my heart picked up speed and I was twitchy as fuck. I didn’t like this feeling shit but there didn’t appear to be anything I could do about it.



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