The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: Part 1 (The Billionaire Saga 1)

His deep, passionate kisses were something I’d never ever forget, no matter how many years passed and how many lovers I invited into my bed. No one would ever compare to Jake. Of course, none of that mattered. I would never forget his betrayal; it had rocked me to the very core of my being. His sweet talk would never work on me again.

I shook my head. “You don’t get it, do you?”

He inched closer. “What?”

A tear ran down my face. “I was supposed to be living a happy life with you.”

“So this is about revenge now? You just want to stick it to me. That’s why you won’t go on this trip your mother wanted us to take?”

My lips pressed into grim lines. “Yep. You stuck it to me, and Mom has given me the perfect way to stick it back to you.”

“That’s cold, Ashly. You have no idea how much that money would change my life.”

“Cold? Maybe, but you made me. Because of you, I’ve been cold, mean, and miserable. You shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces.”

“Maybe, but I’m a different man now.”

I stared at him.

“Hey,” he said in a soft voice, trying to change the subject, “how’s Tiger?”

Tiger was a white and orange striped cat we’d adopted when she was only a kitten, a stray who had followed us home. We both loved her, and she’d become a part of the family.

“Is she even still alive?” he asked.

“She’s fine and, unlike you, she sleeps by me every night.” With that, I turned to leave. I half-expected him to follow me, but he didn’t. Without another word to him or the attorney, I slammed the door, making sure Jake knew he could screw off and leave me alone—for good.

End of Sample.

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The Boss’s Son

The Boss’s Son

By

Sierra Rose

Copyright © 2015 by Chrissy Peebles

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Chapter 1

Britt Collier was perilously close to losing her shit. She was the only accountant on the payroll currently and while she didn’t mind answering relevant questions, she didn’t need her smarmy boss leaning over her desk. He was obviously craning his neck to get a view down her blouse. Familiar with this tactic, she had her blouse buttoned up high and a tank top on beneath it so even in the case of some catastrophic button apocalypse; she’d still be safeguarded from his prying eyes. If the small company had an HR department, she’d file a complaint for sexual harassment. As it was, the hiring manager was also the COO’s assistant so it wouldn’t exactly be news. The COO, also called the chief operations officer, director of operations, is a position that was one of the highest-ranking executive positions in an organization. Maybe someday, she’d get that high up the corporate ladder. A girl can always reach for the sky, right? In fact, Britt was pretty sure the assistant got her cushy dual-title job by doing some horizontal interviewing with Mr. Freeman himself.

Britt would’ve liked to imagine herself as a no-nonsense woman, a feminist who took no prisoners. However, she slumped at her desk miserably and said nothing as Freeman reached across her to point at her monitor. He couldn’t stop staring at her chest. She slid back from the desk in her wheeled office chair and stood.

“That’s about enough.” She said.

“Pardon me, Miss Collier?” He said, eyebrows raised warningly.

“I explained all of this in my email. So if you don’t mind, I have expense accounts to update.”