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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I grab the sheet and cover myself. Hurt and humiliation simmer in my chest. I look around for my dress, needing to get out of here. What the hell was I thinking?

“Where are you going?” Theo stops at the end of the bed.

“Obviously you think this was a mistake. I’m going to go—”

He climbs onto the bed and covers my body with his. “You’re right.” He tugs the sheet out of my grip and lowers his mouth to my exposed breast. “I fucked up. I broke the rules.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my head falls against the pillow. When he’s satisfied, he lets go with a pop. “But I’ve clearly proven I have a weakness.” He wets his lips and drags his tongue between my breasts and up my neck until his lips hover over mine. “And it’s you.”

His confession is unexpected. My lips part in a subtle gasp. “How are you breaking the rules?” I whisper.

“For one, I don’t sleep with people I employ.”

His reply is a buzzkill, but he’s right. I am his assistant. “Maybe you should fire me again.”

He drops his mouth to kiss me. He doesn’t let up until I barely remember what we’re discussing. “For two, I have my reasons.”

Hence the whole, this-never-happened speech beforehand. “I get it. Tell no one. . .”

He grabs my chin, holding my gaze. “I crossed the line with you.” His thumb grazes over my bottom lip. “But it seems I can’t stay away, and I’m not going to make it for nothing.”

My voice wavers. “I don’t follow.”

He releases me as he slides his fingers down my neck. His eyes follow as he moves lower, stopping between my breasts. “It means the damage is already done, so I might as well make it worth my while.” His mouth closes around my nipple, and his teeth clamp down, causing my hips to buck. “It means you’re my weakness, Fay. The drug I’ve been denying myself. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough.”

His lips move back to mine, and I melt against him. His tongue plunges into my mouth and swallows my moan as he slides back inside me, taking my body to a new level of ecstasy. We fuck. Slow, hard, fast. On the bed, against the window. In the shower, on the sink. I’m flipped and pulled and bent in so many ways I could add contortionist to my resume. When my battery finally runs out and I fall asleep, one question lingers. Where do we go from here?

Chapter fifteen

Fay

I groan, stirring awake. My body feels like I fell out of a thirty-story building. I lift my head from the pillow and pat the other side of the bed. Empty. I squint at the red lights blaring from the clock on the side of the bed. “Oh shit,” I shoot up, searching the room. How the hell is it ten in the morning?

“Theo?” I call for him, but I already know he’s long gone.

Great.

I sit up and glance around, spotting a piece of paper on the nightstand. I reach out and grab it.

Enjoy the room as long as you decide to stay. James is downstairs waiting. He’ll take you home when you’re ready. -TM

I fall back against the plush pillows. I’m not sure, but this all screams very Pretty Woman-ish. The fancy hotel. Free amenities. My phone dings.

Mom: Honey, when are you getting here? You were supposed to be here at 9:30 to help me bake cookies.

“Goddammit.” She’s going to be sooo mad. I shoot off the bed and look around for my clothes, groaning at the silk hanging over the chair. I’m way too mature and ladylike to do the walk of shame out of here.

Five minutes later. . .

“Morning, Miss Evans.” James smiles. “After you.”

“Yep. Thanks.”

The ride to my apartment is quiet, minus the screaming voices in my head all yelling what the actual fuck! How do I walk into work on Monday after a night like that? Do I pretend it’s just a normal workday? Hey Mr. Monroe. Sorry I’m so tardy getting your coffee. Who would have thought riding you all night would make muscles I never knew existed so sore? Also, I need to start working out.

I open my photos app and swipe through the images I secretly snapped last night. The beauty of the ballroom. A selfie with my fancy champagne. A few stolen shots of Theo while he spoke to a client. He truly is a sight. Even his profile has my cheeks warming. I hug my phone to my chest as I hide my growing smile. What have I started, and where do we go from here?

Theo

Monday morning…

“Morning, Mr. Monroe!”

I don’t bother to respond to Amy. My morning has been anything but pleasant. I haven’t slept, and I’m on edge. I storm past her, continuing to my office, and stop at Fay’s empty chair. The sole reason my world has suddenly turned upside down. Speaking of, where the fuck is she? Doesn’t she know what seven sharp means? I look at the clock. It’s only six-thirty. My chest tightens. Seven feels like forever from now. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her. Forty-nine hours too long.



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