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366 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 28, 2023
“Don’t make me beg. This is embarrassing.”
“Hello. I don’t want to be here.” He looks me up and down, his gaze traveling slowly over my figure. After a beat, he says in an unfriendly tone, “Yet here you are.”
“Wow, you’re really impressive! This is the best night of my life!”
"I dip my fingers into the small pot of melted butter,"
“Um. It’s about, um, the opening for your assistant? She says she found someone perfect.”
Perfect? Sure. I almost laugh out loud. But as that’s not something I do, I growl instead.
The receptionist whispers, “I’ll take a message, sir,”
“I can’t let it go because I love you.”
His voice turns bitter. “You loved Chet too. Look what that got you.” My heart is breaking. It’s splitting in half. It’s tearing itself into pieces."
"It’s over. You’re nothing to me anymore."
“He said to tell Shay to leave and not come back. He said he only wants to speak to Kiyoko. And he said…” He pauses to shake his head and sigh. “I’m sorry, luv, but he said to tell you it’s over.”
And your man didn’t dump you. He freed you. He did you a favor. Take all that energy back that you’re wasting mourning the relationship and focus it on yourself. A queen doesn’t need the love of the village idiot.
“That’s being generous. Because any man who’d let a woman like you go is nothing but a little bitch.”
“There’s no such thing as too needy. The wrong person will never be able to meet your needs. Stop giving people grace who make you feel like you’re the problem. And stop holding on to who he pretended to be. He lied.”
“Men don’t abandon women they love. They abandon women they were using.”
”Christian Grey has multiple personality disorders caused by intense childhood trauma. Edward Cullen is a controlling stalker who wants to kill Bella by drinking her blood. Mr. Darcy is an arrogant prick with crippling social anxiety and prejudice against the lower class. Yet all these flawed characters have inspired millions of women to think that broken men are somehow ideal, or could be, if only the right woman loved them.”
I lower my voice. “And so you broke it off?” “Yes.” “But you didn’t want to.” “No.” “You were still in love with her when you ended it?” He nods. Then he opens his eyes and looks at me with such naked longing, I’m momentarily speechless.
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...“Fire!”
He jerks and leaps up, then stands naked at the side of the bed, wild-eyed and bristling, his hands in a karate-chop pose I’ve only ever seen characters in bad television dramas do.
“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” He looks around the room as if he’s expecting the walls to start churning out ninjas, then hollers to no one, “I’ll kill you with my bare hands!”

“I can’t decide if that’s a red flag or just a genuinely nice thing to say.”
“It’s a red flag.”
“I’d like to think it’s partly both.”
“It’s not. I just threatened violence on a stranger and meant it.”
“I know, but you did it from a protective instinct. It’s almost chivalrous.”
“I took a pair of your panties out of your laundry basket.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. “Ah. How very psychotic of you. Do you always steal dirty laundry on a first date?”
“Never. But I want to be able to smell you when you’re not near me. I’ll keep them in my desk drawer at the office. And this isn’t our first date.” His smirk deepens. “On our first date, I fucked you all night long, princess.”

“Wow, you’re really impressive! This is the best night of my life!”
He growls in frustration. Yanking up my skirt, he spanks my ass several times in quick succession. The blows are sharp and stinging. Then he pulls my skirt down, hauls me off the desk, and leads me to the door with his hand around my upper arm.
He pulls the door open. He pushes me through it. I spin around and gape at him, my face hot, my pussy wet, my ass burning.
Without another word, he shuts the door in my face.
“You’re gonna be quiet, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and take my dick right here in this stairwell, and when you come, you’re not gonna make a fucking sound. Understood?”


“You act like you think I’m contagious, but you speak like a Hero from a romance novel.”
“Your heart isn’t cold.”
“Everyone who knows me would say otherwise.”
“Then everyone who knows you is wrong, Cole. Your heart isn’t cold. It’s warm, and it’s beautiful. You just keep it on ice so nobody can melt it.”
“If I don’t end up tearing all my hair out by the time I leave this office, it will be a F’ing miracle. Also, I really want to kiss her which is problematic on many levels especially as kiss is a euphemism for bend her over the desk, tear off her panties and shove my hard cock inside her and listen to her scream my name when she comes.”
“So what? You’re some kind of billionaire vigilante who punches numbers during the day and fights crime by night?”
“I don’t fight crime, I solve problems.”



