Power – Enemies to Lovers Office Romance Read Online J.D. Hollyfield

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“Mr. Monroe, are you in there?” We freeze at the sound of Julie’s voice. “Mr. Monroe? Everyone is waiting to start the ceremony.”

Theo stiffens above me. I search his eyes, lust blazing in their depths. A man crazed. I wait for him to tell Julie to beat it because we are certainly nowhere near done getting whatever this is out of our systems. “Mr. Monroe, are you in—”

He reaches over and slams on the intercom button. “I heard you, dammit. I’ll be right out.” His fingers are gone, along with the heat of his body. He stands and straightens, walking over to the mini bar and using a napkin to wipe his hand.

Unsure what to do, I sit up, pulling down my dress. “Theo, I—”

“Don’t.” He turns his back to me and goes to pour another drink. Not that he wasn’t a dick before, but I’m confused why he’s still being one after what just happened. Did I read this wrong? I slide off the desk and adjust my dress. He doesn’t acknowledge me or what happened, which pisses me off.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this. Not that you know how to treat people.”

He keeps his back to me, sipping his stupid drink.

“Screw this. I’m done dealing with your mood swings. You can find someone else to put up with yo—”

“You’re fired.”

My eyes widen. “You’re firing me?”

“I know you’re not deaf. Get out. Tell Julie to deal with the awards.”

Heat blasts across my face, a nice mix of humiliation and fury. “I knew there was a reason I hated you. You’re a miserable person. Enjoy being a lonely asshole because you can’t, for one fucking second, show a sliver of humanity.”

I rush to the door, throwing it open. He calls my name, and I turn automatically. “Don’t forget to grab your quarterly bonus on the way out.”

I bite my tongue, holding back all the things that want to come out of my mouth, give him the finger, and walk out.

Chapter thirteen

Theo

“Hey, babe. Where you at? I left a few messages. I thought we really hit it off. If you’re up for it, we can meet at the Four Seasons. Order your favorites and anything you want for dessert—even though you’ll be mine. Call me.” I stand and grab my coat and laptop bag. My heart may be off limits, but my cock still has needs. And nothing numbs the memory of what I lost like Breanne and her very talented mouth.

A knock on my office door sounds, and the receptionist sticks her head in. “Sorry to bother you. A courier delivered this.” She enters my office and hands me an envelope.

“Thanks. Have a good night.” When she’s gone, I rip open the top and pull out the papers inside. Images. Over twenty of me and a woman I’ve secretly been seeing. I thought I was more careful this time with the hotel change. How the fuck did he find out? These images could only come from someone with access to the penthouse. “That son of a bitch!” I drop my bag and dial his number. As soon as he picks up, I start in. “You’re having me fucking followed?”

“Hello to you too, son. I take it you got my gift.”

***

The sun has barely made an appearance when I enter the office. If it were ethical, I’d demand all my employees start at this time. One employee in particular. I gaze up at the grandfather clock in the corner of my office. She should be showing up shortly. If she knows what’s good for her.

My palms drag over the scruff on my typically smooth-shaved jawline. Frustration stirs in my stomach, and I drop my leather work tote and throw myself into my chair. Taking a deep breath, I stare across the room, trying not to focus on the one thing I refuse to think about. Images of her spread over my desk, her bare thighs showcasing her porcelain skin. She felt like silk under my palm and was just as perfect as I imagined. The fantasies that started the moment she clumsily fell into my arms were nothing compared to the real thing. Last night, I finally snapped and gave in to my obsession.

Anger, regret, confusion all simmer inside my tight chest. I fucked up. But I’m a glutton for punishment when it comes to her. She was right. I am a heartless asshole. Maybe in a different life, I could be who she deserves.

I grab the portfolio on my desk and move to the worktable, burying myself in reports. I need to focus on today’s meeting with Venture Quest. Thirty minutes later, my head pops up to check the time. Where the hell is she?

More images of her in that damn dress, her lips parted, and the sweet smell of her arousal play like a movie reel in my head. I lean back in my chair, my hands grabbing the back of my neck.



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