by Alex Wolf
The attractive redhead works on unbuttoning my shirt, wasting no time getting down and dirty. Just how I like it.
“Do you have any party favors?” Her tongue traces the shell of my ear.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Try downstairs.” Cocaine has never been my thing. I prefer alcohol or a fat joint on special occasions.
“Bummer.” She pouts and leaves the room.
Blondie shrugs and begins her strip tease.
The more skin she reveals the harder I get.
Her soft fingers brush along my arm, igniting a fire in me that has my cock ready to burst from the seams of my pants.
I’m going out of my mind, I want her so bad.
I need to taste those tempting lips.
There’s nothing stopping me but the small voice in the back of my head telling me I don’t know this chick. But as she grinds down I find I’m unable to resist. I’m a fucking man after all.
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Preview Player in a Suit
I’m a player in a suit.
I was a good man once.
Had a woman I loved. We were supposed to run away together.
She didn’t show. Never saw her again.
Lesson learned.
My family worked for her father on their ranch.
When she stood me up I made a vow to conquer the world, come back, and buy their piece of sh*t property and sell it off for parts.
She turned me into the man I am today.
I loved her with all my heart. She ripped it out of my chest and stomped on it.
Now, I’m a partner at a powerhouse law firm in Dallas. I don’t even think of her. I’m done with women. They’re nothing but sexual transactions in the bedroom. I get off and move on.
Imagine my surprise when Jenna Jacobi strolls into my law firm and asks me to handle her divorce.
I should turn her away or pawn her off on some junior attorney.
I was done with her a long time ago.
But something deep down inside of me filters back to the surface. No matter how hard I fight it, she still gets to me. We were meant to be together forever.
I can’t let her hurt me again. Idiots repeat history. I’m a different man now. A cold bastard. I can’t be reformed.
I’m Jaxson Parker, Attorney at Law.
Jaxson
Jenna Jacobi is my life.
I grin while I wait for her to show up.
Never thought we’d go from two kids that hated each other to where we are now. When we were younger we fought non-stop. Constant bickering.
Jenna’s family has money. More money than I’ll probably ever see.
None of that matters now, though. We grew closer in our teen years.
We love each other. You can’t put a price tag on something like that.
Staring at the letter on the counter, I can’t wait to give her the news. We finally have our ticket out of this shithole. Away from her asshole father who thinks I’ll never be good enough for her.
I haven’t even told my dad yet. He’s still out in the field repairing fences. He works his ass off to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads. I’m not sure how he’ll take the news.
I hate how hard he works for basically nothing.
He does whatever Carver Jacobi wants and that prick acts like we aren’t good enough to look in their direction.
Dad thinks I’m going to follow his footsteps and work at the Jacobi ranch, but I’ve been busting my ass studying, making good grades. I applied for every scholarship I could, and it just paid off.
I have a full ride to Duke. I have bigger dreams outside of this farm.
I want to take Jenna with me and prove to her old man we don’t need his money. We can both get jobs and if we get married we can live in family housing.
Grabbing the letter, I fold it in half and shove it in the back pocket of my jeans.
When I get to the barn, Jenna’s waiting for me up in the hayloft.
We sneak up here all the time. It’s our place.
Our first kiss was in this barn as well as our first time. It’s like the world doesn’t exist when I’m up here with her.
I never thought I’d find myself in love with snotty little Jenna Jacobi but she’s my entire world.
When I climb up the ladder, I find her curled up with a book. She’s so damn beautiful she takes my breath away.
Long sun-kissed hair that hangs over her shoulders. Toffee eyes that melt me with one look. There’s a dust of freckles over the bridge of her nose and a smile that just screams—hope. Any time I look at her I know we’ll be okay.
“Hey.” Her word comes out on a soft breath.
“Hey.” I pull her into me and claim her delicious cherry lips.
One kiss turns into a heavy make-out session. I find myself pushing her down on the blanket spread across the hay and moving the straps of her dress down, so I can kiss her freckled shoulders.
“God, I love you.” I trail my lips up and down her throat.
“I love you too, always.”
“You’ll always be mine. No matter what.” Pushing her dress up her hips, I work her panties off, eager to be inside her. When I’m with Jenna I truly feel at home. Like I matter to someone.
To Jenna’s dad I’m a loser with no future. The son of a broken man with nothing to offer the world.
But Jenna sees me.
She believes in me and I believe in us.
Jenna
Tonight’s the night. Jaxson and I will finally leave this town behind to start our forever.
I’ve had my bag packed for weeks. He got his scholarship and has an apartment lined up for us to live with three other people. I’m terrified of what my father will do when he finds me gone, but I love Jaxson and want nothing more than to be with him. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl when he’d pick on me and put dirt in my hair.
I’m supposed to meet him at the barn then we’re walking to town to catch the first bus out in the morning.
At dinner I can’t stop fidgeting. My knee bounces up and down uncontrollably. My stomach’s been in knots for weeks. I’ve been afraid my dad will know something is up. Mom keeps asking me if I have ants in my pants. I lie and tell her I’m nervous because I haven’t heard from any of the schools I applied to. Dad shoots me a weird look, like he knows something I don’t. The way he grins makes me want to vomit. It’ll be hard leaving my family behind. I love them, but Jaxson is my life. I can’t live without him.
I ask to be excused and start pacing the second I walk into my room, waiting for the right time to slip out of the house. Every night after dinner Dad goes into his study to have a drink.
It isn’t long after that he goes to bed. That’s when I’ll make my escape.
Taking a look around my room I wonder if this is the last time I’ll see it. Dad will probably cut me off when he finds out what I’m doing.
I don’t need his money though. I wish he’d give Jaxson and me his blessing.
I don’t know why he hates him so much. He hates Jax’s father too, even though he has them living in a guesthouse on the far end of the ranch.
I look at the clock. Dad should be in bed by now.
An unexpected knock sounds at my door.
It’s my mom, and her face is pale. I’ve never seen her look so—frightened.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your father wants you in the study.”
My stomach drops.
He knows.
I’ll play dumb, and when he’s satisfied I’ll make a run for it.
When I walk into the study there are three men I’ve never seen before.
Dad sits behind his desk smiling.
“Daddy?”
He looks up at me like he’s won. In his own way, I know he loves me. But he loves business more than anything, even my mother. It’s something everyone knows but never says.
“Princess, I have someone I’d like you to meet.”
> “Umm, okay.” The men eye me up and down like I’m cattle at an auction.
The youngest of the three has a devilish grin spread across his face.
I want to turn and run. Bolt straight into Jaxson’s arms.
He’s probably wondering where I am by now.
“This is Mr. Reyes, his son Leonard, and one of their associates.” Dad nods at them.
My body tenses. Something seems very wrong about these men. “What’s going on?”
“Sweetheart, you and Leonard are going to be married. It’s been arranged.”
My world flips upside down, and a cold sweat breaks out along my hairline. “What?”
Leonard steps forward. “I know you don’t know me. But, you’ll learn to love me. I promise.” He winks.
My stomach curdles, and I fear I might lose my dinner. What is this? The nineteenth century? This can’t be happening.
I pull my hand behind my back and shake my head. “I won’t marry you.”
“It’s for the best, sweetheart. We’ll merge the two ranches.”
I shake my head, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “So, it’s about business? I’m a business transaction?”
Dad stands up and scowls. “Did you think I’d just let you run off with that derelict piece of shit?”
I look away at the wall and wipe the tears from my eyes. This can’t be happening.
“You think I didn’t know.” He walks over and looms above me. “Did you think I didn’t know?” He scoffs. “You’re marrying Leonard. This is happening.”
“I won’t do it.”
He grins as Mom shakes behind him. Why won’t she stand up for me? It’s my life, not theirs.
“Oh, yes you will.”
“You can’t do anything to me. You don’t own me.”
Dad glances to Mr. Reyes and back at me. “No, I can’t. But I can throw your little boyfriend’s family out on the street. And I can make sure they never work in this town again.”
Horror floods my body. I can’t move. It’s like I’m paralyzed, stuck in a nightmare where I can’t scream or run.
“That’s what I thought.”
Leonard walks over and leans in next to my ear. “Like I said, you’ll learn to love me.”
“Is there a problem?” Mr. Reyes glances at Dad then over to me.
I have to go through with this. I love Jaxson too much. His family will be homeless and out of work if I don’t.
I glance around at all of them, then stare at the floor. “Okay. You win.”
Dad smiles. “That’s my good girl.”
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Preview Shagged
I don’t like people.
I avoid them whenever possible.
They always want something from me whether it’s money or attention.
My ten-figure net worth isn’t the product of being what people would consider a “nice guy.”
When I see something I want—I take it.
I’ve been called an asshole more times than I can count, and I don’t care.
Caring about things makes you vulnerable, and vulnerable is the last thing I’ll ever be.
Until Christina walks in and threatens the foundation of my life with her tight little body, sassy mouth, and soft curves.
She doesn’t put up with my sh*t.
She makes me human.
I fight the attraction.
But, there’s one problem…
I have to have her.
And I will have her.
Chapter 1
Matthew Spencer was a man who had it all.
He woke up to the sound of fake birds chirping and artificial sunrise creeping up his wall. It was a program on his phone, designed specifically for that purpose.
He ran a rough, calloused hand through his hair and sighed contentedly. His eyes blinked open, focusing on the golden sun that slowly climbed to his left.
Another beautiful day of being me.
The rich aroma of his morning coffee wafted into his nose and he sniffed, then rolled over in bed, feeling quite rested and rejuvenated. Matty knew his morning routine by heart. He would get up at his own leisure, have a cup of coffee, eat a healthy breakfast prepared by his personal chef and nutritionist, and then maybe he’d consider starting work. Maybe.
His phone switched on using the same system that handled his alarm routine. It buzzed with an influx of text messages and missed calls.
Matty Spencer was a popular man. He was a loved man. But he was also a busy man, and he was not about to leap out of bed for anyone.
They knew his phone was off all night. If it was important, they could come to him. They didn't need his attention. They just wanted it.
Although being loved was a rewarding feeling, to Matty, it was also very tiring. He was not a machine, made to constantly please others. He was aware of how desperately they clung to him for his wealth and connections.
The phone lit up again and rattled against the nightstand. He sighed and tensed up. It was as if he were under attack.
He glanced at the phone and decided to scroll through. His mother and a couple of friends had tried to call him. The jingling-coins ringtone told him that he’d received a message from one of the countless gold-digging sluts on his booty-call list. He snickered at that.
They all thought he was unaware of their intentions. He laughed at how foolish they were, knowing that he could play people the way they tried to play him. For all the people he despised and had to be polite to, there were hundreds more willing to grovel at his feet. He knew it was wrong to enjoy this, but he didn't care. Why should he put up with all the responsibilities of being wealthy and popular if he couldn't enjoy the perks?
As his body acclimated to the day, he rose and scrolled through more of his messages. Thank God he kept separate phones, one personal and one business. He couldn't imagine digging through the pile of shit trying to find an important memo from a client or partner.
Good morning texts from countless numbers who didn't even have names attached to them came through like clockwork. Sexts from three different girls—two with pictures. He didn’t ignore those.
A message from his mother consisted of three hundred emojis and a cat picture. A few were friends begging for handouts. And, of course, one girl throwing a hissy fit because he’d rejected her the previous night.
It wasn't his fault he wasn't always in the mood for her. Sometimes he wanted someone else.
If there was one thing that Matty Spencer knew, it was the fact that he was an asshole. He wasn’t so deluded as to believe that everyone liked him, or that he couldn't try harder—that he shouldn't be better, but at the end of the day, he knew he didn’t have to be. It was good enough to be a billionaire, have every girl he reached for, and to be respected and admired.
When he was younger, he’d often cared what others thought of him. He’d done everything he could to please them. It’d only taken being ripped off twice to realize that you couldn’t be a pushover in this world. From then on, he’d lived only for himself. At thirty-one, that philosophy had yet to fail him.
He dropped his phone on the floor and walked to the window, pressing a button and watching the screen roll up. A beautiful view of the London skyline appeared in front of him. He nodded and smiled, pleased with the day, before wandering over to the other side of the room where his coffee would be ready.
He sipped it. Perfect aroma, perfect taste, and perfect temperature. Modern technology was a wonderful thing, coordinating his mornings for him. He streamlined everything in his life to suit his needs. And to think that he’d funded and co-developed all the programs which made his house run so seamlessly. No doubt his shower would be ready to begin, his chef would’ve just received the message to prepare his breakfast, and his maids received an alarm telling them his bed would need to be made. Most mornings he didn't even have to think actual thoughts until eleven or twelve. It was beautiful.
His business phone rang, in
terrupting his thoughts. A loud tone, immediately associated with one person. His secretary at his office. She knew not to contact him unless strictly necessary. Sighing, he called out to his robotic assistant on his phone. “Mia, answer call.”
Emilia Hernandez's voice came through crystal clear as though she were standing next to him in the room. “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Spencer. I’m sure it’s some misunderstanding, but—”
“It's fine. What is it?” He took another sip of his coffee.
“The partners from Watanabe Corp are here. The agenda does say you have a meeting with them.”
“When? It's not on my planner.” He scrolled through his daily tasks.
“About an hour ago. I tried to get hold of you, but it went straight to voicemail.”
“Shit, I must have synced it with my personal one.” Matty groaned. “I don't see any appointment listed.”
“Well, they’re in the office, and they’re pretty angry. I can try and stall, but it’s probably best if you get down here.”
He groaned and straightened up. “Tell them my cat died this morning. I’m distraught. They'll buy it.” Matty snickered to himself. Even the rich were idiots sometimes.
“Of course. Anything else?”
“Nope. Mia, end call.”
As soon as the phone shut off, Matty said, “Mia, call Mr. Johannes. I need to rearrange some things.”
He grabbed his clothes as Mia connected him.
This inconvenience perturbed Matty. He was a busy man—not a rushed-off-his-feet, nine-to-fiver. He didn't have to get up at six, and had no desire for a morning commute—but he was busy all the same. The thought of an eight-hour workday vexed him to no end. He’d carefully structured his life to avoid these types of circumstances, and his foolproof system had failed him.
He ran a vast company selling smart-home solutions, about to enter trade with one of the biggest app developers in the world, and his own system had let him down and caused him to be late.
“Yes, Mr. Spencer,” said Mr. Johannes, as soon as he picked up. “How may I help you?”