Mr. King (New York City Billionaires #4) Read Online Mary Jennings

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: New York City Billionaires Series by Mary Jennings

Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)


I have one rule in life: I don’t date cocky, pretentious billionaires, no matter how hot they are.
Except Noah King – the irresistible, rich bachelor who already tried to steal my heart once, years ago. Now I work for him.
I’m the one who has to get Mr. King out of the biggest hurdle his company has encountered thus far. Unfortunately, an unpleasant man from my past is involved in the mess. And he’s not giving up until he takes all of Noah’s money, and claims me as his own.
Noah and I hate each other… but there’s no denying the electric tension between us. I fight my feelings for as long as I can…
But Noah could be my King.
If only there wasn’t a sleazy, manipulative sugar daddy in the way…

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Chapter One: King

Six years ago …

“Thank you to everyone who came today. We really didn’t expect such an incredible turnout, but that just shows how amazing the Brown University student body is,” the guy with a megaphone spoke at the front of the massive crowd, smiling when his words were met with cheers. He was standing on a park bench in the middle of campus, using it as his temporary stage.

“Are we sure that dude is a senior here?” remarked Kyle, my best friend, from where he stood beside me. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

“There are over a thousand people in the senior class,” I reminded him. “Plus, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would willingly cross paths with finance majors.”

Kyle snorted, unbothered by my backhanded comment about his degree program. Not that I judged him for it. Kyle was one of the smartest people I knew, and his financial knowledge was going to come in handy when we graduated next week and finally started our own company, as we’d been talking about for years.

Until then, however, we were just students with mere hopes of what the future would hold.

“Let me introduce our next speaker,” continued the fellow senior, his voice echoing through the megaphone over the heads of hundreds and hundreds of students, staff, and community members gathered on the College Green. “Get ready, she’s a spitfire of a sophomore. I just know billionaires and corporations are already shaking in fear of what this girl is going to accomplish one day.”

The crowd offered polite cheers and applause as the guy hopped down from the bench, disappearing from view. We were several yards away, and although I was taller than average, it was hard to see past the protest signs.

A few seconds later, a petite girl with long brown hair and olive skin jumped up onto the bench. The megaphone in her hand was bigger than her head, but she wielded it confidently. Even across the distance, I could tell how uniquely gorgeous she was, but there was a ferocity in her gaze that suggested she would simply roll her eyes if you dared to call her pretty.

Basically, she was my kind of woman.

“Hi, everybody!” the girl called out to the crowd in a sweet but unwavering voice. “My name is Zadie and I’m a pre-law student here at Brown. I’m also the vice president of Divest Brown, a student-run initiative to persuade our university administration to stop investing in fossil fuels. Climate change is real and it’s happening right now, so if you’re interested in joining us, we meet every Thursday at seven—”

“Good luck with that mission,” scoffed Kyle. “Whether you like it or not, investment in the fossil fuel industry is lucrative and this school definitely cares more about making profits than anything else.”

“Dude, why are you even here?” I asked him, annoyed that he was distracting me from the beautiful girl’s speech.

“Because I believe in the cause!” Kyle argued. “Even if it is a futile effort.”

I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t actually upset. I liked to think of Kyle as a businessman with a heart of gold. His intentions and morals were in the right place, but he simultaneously maintained what he called a realistic view of the world. Meaning, he’d always vote for the overall good of humanity, even if he believed that such a thing was ultimately impossible.

I appreciated having Kyle around. It was like having a ray of sunshine and a logical realist all in one, which usually worked out for our friendship. At the moment, however, I was hoping he’d choose to lean into his optimistic nature more than his nihilistic one.

“—is a global issue!” Zadie was shouting to the crowd, which was much more energized for her than the previous speaker. “But it begins at a grassroots level! When we engage in activism at a local level and succeed, it is a step in the right direction for the rest of the world. Even baby steps should be celebrated!”