Mr. Bossy Devil (Alphalicious Billionaires Boss #2) Read Online Lindsey Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alphalicious Billionaires Boss Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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“Except you weren’t actually interested in anything that has to do with my life. You just wanted to issue commands and keep me working for a company that was good until you took it over. Now I’m sure it’s going to go downhill fast.”

“My track record says otherwise.”

“You can ball your track record into a freaking wad and stick it up your butt hole.”

“I think that’s the meanest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

Zoe’s nostrils flare. God, she’s sexy when she looks like she’s about to rip my throat out. “Good. You deserve it. And then, instead of catching up, or whatever you want to call it, you decide to feed me some whisky and jump my bones. Not cool.”

“For the record, it was you who was severely eager to jump mine.”

“And that lasted for all of three seconds. Now I know why you’re a serial dater. You have money, so all these amazing, talented, and smoking hot women are willing to date you or at least put in an appearance with you, but then they find out about your little problem, and they’re obviously not going to stick around for that kind of thing, so they ghost you, and you have to move on to the next thing and so on and so on.”

“I guess you have me all figured out.”

“Don’t worry. It actually works in your favor, now that I know about it. Before, I thought you were the one doing the dumping and moving on. This makes you seem less like an asshole and more like a disappointment. I actually feel sorry for you. You know, there are doctors…”

“Now that’s just plain mean, calling me a disappointment. My dick isn’t a disappointment. What happened tonight was actually a compliment.” Because my dick might be an even bigger asshole than I can sometimes be, he roars to life in my pants, getting harder than a damn baseball bat eager as fuck to redeem himself by hitting one hell of a home run. I shrug. “I’m ready to go again if you are.”

Zoe literally flashes me the bird. Perfect—she can’t say a bad word if her life depended on it—Zoe flips me the bird. “Fuck you, Raiden.”

I lift a brow and offer a grin that is way too cocky for a guy who just blew his load in his pants after like four point eight seconds. “Alright. That’s what I was proposing. I didn’t think you’d be up for it because I’m getting some seriously mixed messages, but…”

“We are done. Forever. Don’t call me, don’t fire anyone, don’t look me up, and don’t interfere with my life. If you do, in any way, I’ll make sure the entire world knows about what happened here tonight.”

“You’ll sue me for sexual harassment?”

“No,” Zoe huffs. Of course, she wouldn’t lie. That’s not her style. “But I’ll make sure everyone knows that you…well…yeah. You know.”

“I don’t…” As if my wet jeans weren’t any indication.

“You’re such a…a…a poop pants. You know that?”

“Nice. I’m glad to see you’ve graduated to using adult words.”

“Shut the eff up!” Zoe yells. “God! You can be so frustrating!” She stamps her foot. “You haven’t grown up at all. I have no clue how you have all this money and…and power, and how everyone thinks you’re something because you’re seriously nothing but an asshole.”

“I offered a second round, and I promised that this time, I’d pleasure you properly, but you were the one who declined. I’m assuming we’re talking about that. That being the thing that matters.”

“I hate you.” Zoe fumes. “We are done. I’m leaving.”

The instant Zoe spins around, panic slams into me like a rabid moose charging and hammering me straight in the chest with its impressive rack. So, it’s clear I know nothing about wildlife. I’ve never even been camping, but my mom talks about moose and deer and bears and stuff since she lives in Colorado. Me? I wouldn’t know the difference between a moose or a bear. Okay, in all honesty, maybe to that extent, I would. Who am I kidding about that?

But I do feel like I’ve just been charged at by something pissed off, wild, and dangerous. My chest compresses, my lungs deflate, and something weird goes on in my stomach. Even my limbs are tingly.

I leap up and stalk across the room. I don’t touch Zoe because she’s apt to spin around and kick me straight in the nuts or something, but I do tug on her purse hard enough to spin her around. “You’re not driving.”

Zoe rolls her eyes and tugs her purse away from me. “Of course I’m not. I’m going to call one of those services that pick you up and drive your car for you.”

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.”

“Uh- okay.” Zoe shoots me another death glare.

“See you around then.”



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