The Winter Bride – Hollow Oak Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“Yes, I pointed out to Mr. Alder that you had a dog earlier, and he sent for him. They are a few minutes away.”

“Thank you.” I blink back the tears.

“I don’t think there’s much Mr. Alder won’t give you if you only ask.”

The smile is so big on my face it almost hurts. “Thank you again,” I tell her.

“My pleasure, dear,” she says before she slips back out of the office, leaving me alone.

I need to stop thinking that everything that comes with Boone is going to be bad. He hasn’t shown me that at all. If anything, all his reactions to me end up being the best things to ever happen to me.

I open the drawer and take out the file. Inside I see pictures of me, and as I flip through a few, I quickly put together they are all from over the last six months. I snort a laugh when I see one from the night I tried to go on a sneaky date and it totally got ruined. I guess that solves that little riddle.

It’s a bit crazy and obsessive, but heat starts to pool between my thighs. I press them together, noticing I’m not as tender as I thought I might be. I leave the folder open on his desk, not hiding my snooping. I want him to know that I know. Whatever this crazy, over-the-top obsession he has with me is, I’m into it. I don’t want him to hide it. Maybe I’m a bit crazy too.

When I hear a chime sound, I take off out of the office and toward the front of the house. It’s not until I open the front door do I remember that Boone told me to stay inside and that I wasn't allowed to leave. Then again, that was when he thought I might try and run. There’s no way I’d run from him, not now.

A white van drives up the long circular drive and slows when it reaches me. I can see Beau sitting in the front passenger seat staring right at me.

“He’s handsome,” Mrs. Birch says, coming to stand beside me in the doorway.

The driver comes around and gives us both a smile before opening the passenger door to let Beau free. He jumps out and comes running right to me. I drop to my knees, opening my arms to him and fall back on my butt when Beau leaps right on me.

“Thank you, Tomas,” Mrs. Birch says, taking the bag from the older man and I see it’s got Beau’s stuff inside.

“Anytime.” He winks at her.

“Thank you so much,” I shout after him as he gets back into the van to leave. “Meet Beau.” I beam up Mrs. Birch.

“He’s a big guy.” She reaches down to pet him.

“But he’s all heart.” Beau turns in my arms as a black SUV pulls into the driveway next.

“Is that Boone?” I ask, getting up off my butt as they pull closer.

“No, go inside,” Mrs. Birch says. “They must have slipped through when Tomas went out the gates.” She reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone.

“Beau!” I call to get him back, but he’s off the front porch area watching the SUV pull up.

“Inside.” Mrs. Birch pulls on my arm, trying to get me back into the house, but I’m not leaving Beau, who is now barking like crazy. I yank my elbow from Mrs. Birch’s hold when the SUV rolls to a stop and two men step out. I wrap my fingers around Beau’s collar and pull.

“Beau,” I plead with him, but the dog is in full protection mode.

“I see why he paid so much for her,” one of the men says. They both look to be around Boone’s age but maybe a little older.

“Oh yeah,” the guy who was driving responds. He’s tall and thin with wavy short brown hair. I can feel their eyes on me. Everything inside of me knows something is wrong.

“You need to leave.” Mrs. Birch steps forward. They both ignore her as they draw closer.

I pull back on Beau’s collar, and thankfully he doesn’t fight me, but I can feel he wants to.

“She’s prettier than the models I’d heard Boone dates.” My stomach knots thinking back to the article I’d read online days ago.

“I’m pretty sure they’re still dating,” the driver says with a smirk.

I freeze. Not only from his words but the shorter one with black hair pulls a gun out suddenly.

“I told you to leave!” Mrs. Birch shouts this time.

“We’re not going anywhere. Not till we get what we came for,” the tall one says, with his eyes trained right on me.

Chapter Twelve

Boone

“Help!” Mrs. Birch shouts into the phone, and I almost run off the road.

“What’s going on? Where are you?” I shout, and it sounds like she drops her phone. I can hear someone scream, and a chill runs down my back. It’s Phoebe. I know it in my soul. “Fuck.”



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