Bad Boy Mystery Boxed Set (6 in 1): Dark and Crazy Mystery and Billionaire Stories (BBW Cozy Mystery Bad Boy Billionaire Romantic Suspense Series)

by Oscar Watson

  “You have got to be kidding me!” I yelled.

  “I just want it to be known that I do not agree with this and that it was not my idea.” Mr. Gordon spoke up. I gave him a knowing nod. I already knew the minute I saw the form. This had Mr. Kabot written all over it.

  “Both of you calm down.”

  “Calm down. I am not signing this.” I slammed the form against his desk. He had this blank look on his face. I kept trying to see if I could spot that man from the poetry club the other night. I just wanted to see those warm eyes and smile, but I didn’t. Sir Douche was back with a vengeance.

  “Ms. Egan, “ He sighed and picked up the form. “You have to sign this form”

  “I am not signing a ghostwriting form!” I grit my teeth. “I didn’t bust my ass writing these articles just so that he can get all the credit.” I pointed to Adam. “I’ve been here for well over a year, working hard, coming in early, and you can’t even see that.”

  “Sign the form Ms. Egan.”

  “No!” I crossed my arms.

  “Are you telling me that you refuse to sign these forms?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

  “If you don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”

  I felt the lava rising in me. I was this volcano waiting to explode and kill everything that surrounded me. I just wanted to destroy this man. How dare he enter me and then continue to go out of his way to treat me like shit. I don’t mind if he’s still a hard ass but once again he presented me with opportunity only for him to pull it away. Why was he so adamant to torture me? I won’t take his bullshit answer of me being a temptation. It has to be something else. It has to be something deeper.

  “Basically I either sign a ghostwriting contract or I’m fired from this company.”

  “Yes. And before you think of leaving, may I remind you that you have signed a release form already. So those articles are technically the company’s property.”

  “You son of a bitch.” I cursed him under my breath but by how wide his eyes gotten, I know that he heard me. He’s got me between a rock and hard place. “Fine.” I took the forms and I signed it. “But I’m going to add this.” I leaned in for only him to hear. “This is the last time you ever bend me over and fuck me over.” His eyes showed hurt but then an understanding. I stood up straight and looked over at Adam. He still looked pissed.

  “I’m sorry Angela. I really am.” He was pleading.

  “I know.” I walked out. Then I walked to my cubicle and gathered my things.

  “Where are you going?” Abigail asked. “Are you getting ready to take your picture?” Her happy tone clued me in that she didn’t know what was going on.

  “No I’m leaving..for good.”

  “You’re quitting? Why?” The other staff members started peeking over and watching us. I guess in a way my nightmare was somehow coming true. I was becoming a topic of office gossip. “You’re about to be published.”

  “My articles will be published under Adam’s name.” She still looked lost. “Mr. Kabot made me write those articles so that Adam can claim them. I just signed the ghostwriter form.” I heard some of my co workers mutter in disbelief. “I’m done with this shit.” I was tearing up.

  “Come with me.” Abigail led me away. By the time I got to her office, people were already exchanging stories.

  She gave me a cup of tea and sat at the desk while I sat on the chair.

  “I can’t believe this.” She muttered. “He’s such a fucking asshole.”

  “That goes without saying.”

  “I’m going to go in there and fight for you.”

  “No there’s no need. I’m leaving anyway.”

  “We can’t have a talented writer like you falling into the hands of our competition. You’re cutting edge Angela!” She exclaimed. “I will just have to go in there and make that pigheaded brat see.”

  “No.” I stopped her as she was trying to make her way out the office.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want to work somewhere I’m not fully appreciated.” I sighed. “I’m tired. I’m so tired. I don’t have anymore fight within me.”

  I continued to sip my tea while she looked at me.

  “So there’s nothing I can say to make you stay on board for a little while longer?”

  “No.”

  “Well don’t leave like this. How about you give in your two weeks. It’ll look much better than you just quitting out of nowhere.”

  “I don’t think I have two more weeks in me.” I confessed.

  “I know it’s much but at least it’ll look good on your record.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Plus if you stay I’ll write you this great recommendation letter. What could be better than a recommendation letter from the Vice President of Triumphant magazine.”

  “Okay.” I gave in. “Two more weeks and then I’m out of here.” I stood up and threw out my empty cup. “I got to get out of here.”

  “I got you covered.”

  Chapter Seven - The Sacrifice

  “Coming to the stage right now is Angela!” The MC introduced me and I walked towards the stage. The small round of applause ended as I began to open my mouth. I was about to speak when I spotted Mr. Kabot. He was by the entrance leaning on the wall.

  “This poem is called “I Can’t Believe I Let You Fuck Me”. The crowd laughed and applauded.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  But I’m not talking about sex.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  I’m talking about the disrespect.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  And fill me with your lies.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  Your needs came first, no surprise.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  And let you enter me night after night.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  Now I’ve lost the fight.

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  Are you happy now? You win!

  I can’t believe I let you fuck me.

  But please know you’ll never fuck me again.

  The crowd roared with applause. The MC talked me off the stage and people once again were congratulating me. I made my way to my table and there was a beer waiting for me. I signaled the waitress over to tell her to return the beer where it came from. Sure enough she handed it back to Mr. Kabot. He looked at the beer in his hand in disbelief. I tried to enjoy the rest of the night but knowing that he was in the same room was pissing me off. I looked over my shoulder and saw that was sipping on the beer bottle. We locked eyes. He tried to make his way towards me but I got up and went out the other exit.

  “Angela!” He yelled for me but I wasn’t stopping. He caught up to me and grabbed my arm. I snatched it back.

  “Don’t touch me. And don’t you call me Angela either. I don’t want you to be mistaken and think that we’re friends...or anything else.”

  “I can explain.”

  “I honestly don’t give a shit.” I started to walk away. He grabbed me and brought me back to our original place.

  “Just listen to me.”

  “I’m not interested.”

  He kissed me hard and I wanted to resist. I wanted to push him away but my body convinced me to wrap my arms around him. He was pulling down my tights and on his knees. He shoved his face between my wet and awaiting lips. He sucked hard and I started to tremble. His hands were on my ass and his fingers left imprints all over. I could just tell.

  “Listen to me.” He said in between licks. I almost gave in but I remembered signing the form.

  “I …” I started to say but then he shoved his tongue in my hole. I collapsed but he held me up and continued. “Please..” I whispered. I climaxed and he stood up and wiped his face.

  “Angela.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I honestly don’t want to hear it.” I walked away. I turn
ed around and looked at him. “Don’t follow me and don’t try to call me. Let me just work out my last two weeks in peace. Then after I leave, you can torture the next girl who is stupid enough to let you fuck her over.”

  The next day I dressed in all black. I swept my hair in a bun. I looked in the mirror right before I got in work. It was like I was on my way to a funeral.

  When I walked in every one was gathered around gossiping, when they saw me, they stopped. Yeah I was the hot topic of the month. I just shook my head and made my way to my cubicle. I looked up and saw Abigail closing the door behind her as she exited Mr. Kabot's office. She motioned me to come over.

  “I need you to get the conference room ready.” She said with a bunch of folders in her hand.

  “Really? There usually isn’t a meeting.”

  “It’s an emergency. Just please get the conference room ready while I alert the entire staff.”

  “Oh wow. It’s serious.”

  “Very.” She walked away.

  I went and put everything together. As I put the final touches Abigail and the rest of the staff came in.

  “Please everybody be seated quietly. I know you guys have pieces to work on and interviews to go over so I will make this quick. Somebody is leaving the Triumphant family.” She announced. All eyes panned over to me. Did she really have to make such a big deal about it?

  “Mr. Kabot has formally resigned. He sent in his two weeks and is currently on vacation.”

  The room fell dead silent. I was shocked. Suddenly a burst of cheers and wild applause broke out.

  “The tyrant is gone.” One of the staff members said out loud and people laughed.

  “Settle down.” Abigail tried to contain her happiness but the smile on her face let us in on her inner thoughts. She was just as glad as the rest of the staff. “We can safely say that there is going to be new changes around here. First and foremost let’s welcome Angela Egan as a full time writer. She is now permanently on the staff.” The applause was wild and I just smiled. I couldn’t believe the day was finally here.

  “Thank you.” I sighed happily.

  “Before we start breaking out the champagne, let’s not pretend that Mr. Kabot didn’t do a great job. He did bring up the revenue, gave us great staff, and actually help bring Triumphant to another level.” She reminded us all. “If only he wasn’t a dick doing it.” Everyone laughed. “We all wish him the best and hope that he finds his right fit elsewhere. With that being said, meeting over. Back to work.”

  “But who is going to be the new CEO?” Someone asked. The whole room fell quiet.

  “Take a guess.” She pointed to herself.

  When everybody ran to congratulate her, I was still frozen to my seat. Even the other co workers giving me praise couldn’t really pull me out. Mr. Kabot was gone? Is that what he was trying to tell me last night? Why couldn’t he just tell me?

  “Angela.” Abigail walked over to me. I was so dazed that I didn’t even realize that the room was now empty. “Before I forget this was left for you.” She handed me a sealed mustard yellow envelope. “When you get the chance, please come to my old office and sign all the official papers.” She smiled. “Congratulations!” She yelled in a giddy tone as left the room.

  “To you too.” She turned and gave me a thumbs up.

  I sat down and opened the envelope. I saw a manila folder. When I opened that I saw the forms that I signed the other day and then a handwritten letter by Mr. Kabot

  Angela,

  I wanted to tell you last night that I was leaving the magazine for good. I can’t keep trying to earn everyone’s respect or keep fighting to prove that I belonged there. Years ago I assumed that my hard work will land me to my career; my calling. One day my father tells me that he has set up an interview as a CEO of a magazine. I didn’t think nothing of it until I realized that the job was in the bag the second I sat down. I thought it was a blessing but even putting the job atmosphere aside, I never belonged there. Even during the interview as I lied about my passion for the magazine business, I hated myself for being a fraud. I thought my day were just going to be mundane but then came you.

  There sat this beautiful woman who was passionate about the written word enough to fight for it. Your articles were so good. I was ready to bring you on board but when we looked at our social media impact, I knew we needed a following so I thought to bring on Gordon. I didn’t want to but I thought it would boost us. As you can see I made a mistake. It was just one of many other mistakes I made throughout the years. When I told Gordon that he needed to be part time, he threatened to leave and again I made another dumb move.

  In the small envelope I left you a letter of recommendation in case you decide to still leave Triumphant. Forgive me for my stupidity but believe me when I say that I never meant to fuck you over. I was just trying to hold on to a job that should have never been mine. I wish you the best and I know that you will bring Triumphant to the next level. If I can make one suggestion, please fill Abigail in on your bright ideas. They are way too good to go to waste.

  -Franklin

  P.S I know this is crazy but I would hate myself if I never gave it a shot. I will be at the Poetry club tonight...I hope to see you there.

  I walked in the poetry club wearing a tight red dress. Men whipped their heads to look at me but I was here on a mission. I scanned the room hoping to see him. I thought he wasn’t here but when I notice a familiar frame talking to the MC, I made my way over. I tapped on his shoulder and he turned around. His eyes went from my head to my toes and back up again.

  “Want to fuck me Franklin?” I asked and we wore matching smiles.

  Bagging the Billionaire

  Chapter One: Born With a Silver Spoon…

  It was not something he had always been in search of, this lifestyle. Save for the financial status. Having grown up as part of a wealthy family he was always expected to be successful and the family’s definition of success was amassing a great wealth of his own. He was expected to be highly educated from only the best institutions before going on to take the reins in the family company and take it to greater heights. Nathaniel had the advantage of having been born to do everything that was expected of him. He was driven and extremely intelligent, not to mention he actually wanted the life that had been planned for him since conception. While he saw many acquaintances fall away as they struggled with their identity and what was expected of them, he excelled more than anyone could have anticipated.

  Nobody would have predicted he would take the reins of his family company and become a billionaire in record time. But that was exactly how it happened, almost as if he were living in the world of a movie. And like any movie featuring a young and good-looking billionaire, he lived the lifestyle to match. He kept a highly talented public relations team on staff to make sure the best press was released and never to worry damage control would not be enough. He played up his good looks and charming personality to land the clients he wanted and lay the ladies he desired. It was a fast paced life without much time to stop and breathe but he enjoyed it.

  The one line he never had crossed was mixing his personal and work relationships. He fully intended to keep the separation very clear and he had never found it very tempting to even think of crossing that boundary. It was not for lack of women who would have caught his eye otherwise or their availability, not to mention their willingness; no, it was simply that he had very strong convictions. Those were the very same convictions he had used to so quickly learn the ropes on how to run the business. It was his unique intuition that had allowed him to figure out how to strengthen those ropes, cute off the unnecessary ones, and acquire new ones. His parents could not be any prouder. They also could not be living any more comfortably than they did now, something he was proud to know he contributed to. For this reason, they had moved to Europe and largely stayed out of his personal life.

  This, of course, freed him up to cross some other boundaries. Through hushed whispers he was known for
being a womanizer but that, for some reason, did not stop women from flocking to him. It was not that they were trying to change him or had the vain hope they would be the one to truly capture his heart, it was more that many women found him incredibly appealing to the point he was irresistible. His smooth and very natural charm had served him very well in all areas of life, from business to friendships to seducing women. He even used it to help his family members warm-up to him, resulting in favoritism far surpassing the preferential treatment he would have received from his accomplishments alone. Luckily, it was this very charm that helped him get away with all this relatively unscathed. Despite his extremely high social and financial status, he had no enemies. He only had competitors but even they did not hate him.

  “It’s rare for someone like you to have it all so easy,” the blonde woman sitting across him said before taking a sip of her martini. He scoffed and drained his glass of the scotch it had left in it. He raised his arm to catch the cocktail waiter’s attention. When he approached, Nathaniel simply handed him his glass and turned his attention back to the blonde woman. “Brandy?” She raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. Now it was her turn to scoff. “Brenna,” she told him more patiently than he would have expected. He always hoped a woman would finally be fed up with his lack of attention or interest and actually tell him something about that but that had yet to happen. He often times acted and purposely appeared more bored and disinterested than he actually was just to try a woman’s patience. He did it for amusement and as a social experiment of sorts but, in the end, he knew it made him something of an asshole. It did not, however, stop him from continuing to do it or any number of other things solely for his amusement.

  The cocktail waiter returned with another glass of scotch and silently set it down in front of him before walking off. Nathaniel took a sip and looked at Brenna over the rim of his glass. “So you were waiting for this to happen,” he said in a low tone. It was not a question and she knew it. She smirked and gave small nod before finishing off her martini and raising the glass to ask for a refill. She reached across the table and rubbed small circles on the skin of his hand while staring him straight in the eyes. The cocktail waiter returned and set the martini glass down on the table in front of her with a kind smile. “Would you care for anything else, miss?” She simply waved him off, causing him to look affronted before he stalked off. She picked up the glass and drained its contents in one gulp before giving his hand a squeeze.