She reached up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “We are dropping Austen off for a night with her grandparents and you are taking me home alone.”
I laughed. “Excuse us.” I pushed past the reporters, holding Austen close and leading Evie. “Family plans.”
Evie giggled as we left the owner’s box.
There were three things I was certain of in my life today. I loved baseball. It didn’t matter if the millions ran out. And my family meant more to me than any of it.
Thank you so much for reading Not Daddy Material. I had so much fun writing Evie and Jeremy’s stories. I hope you loved their sweet romance and their happily ever after.
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Good Girl’s Bad Boss
Good Girl’s Bad Boss
A Bad Boy Office Romance
By Katerina Cole
Untitled
Virgin’s Dirty Boss
Copyright © 2018 Katerina Cole
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1
Charles
“We have to win the bid for this building, you got this?” I said in annoyance to the underling on the other side of the phone line.
I was going down the stairs of the said building in a hurry, talking over the phone with the real estate division of my company. I’d come here today to see it again, and now I was even more convinced in its high potential.
I was one of three partners in my development firm LQT, and I dealt with the purchasing of old buildings to renovate. The building I was currently interested in was another run-down building. It was historic and held a great value.
In its old glory days, this was a hotel—the luxurious Art Deco styled rooms attracted many customers—but the owner went bankrupt and his hotel went out of business. He moved away, leaving the building as it was and neglecting it completely over the next years. It was sad really, not for him, but for the building itself.
For many years, various companies had been trying to get this building as its district became wealthier and attracted more contractors. Thankfully, its owner had finally decided to put it for sale. Obviously, the news of this auction spread like a wildfire, and it reached media too. That was why I wasn’t the only one who was interested in this building. Currently, there were several other bidders interested and I knew I had to grab it before someone else got it.
I was on my phone for several minutes already, making sure we secured the bid. I just had to make sure nothing went wrong, but I was fucking nervous and desperate to get this building. I wanted to restore it to a boutique hotel for high-end clients, and I was sure this would bring our firm huge profits. The guys would love it and maybe it would be my turn to take a vacation.
“Yes, Mr. Talon. We are working on it,” the real estate agent assured me. “We will definitely offer the best bid.”
“Good. I don’t want to screw this up.”
I exhaled, which was something I did a lot when I was frustrated. I moved my hand through my short hair as my annoyance increased.
Shit. Why were there so many people who saw what I saw in this old building? Why couldn’t they move their asses to something else?
I exhaled again, still going down in a rush as my quick footsteps echoed through the empty building. This time the competition was high, and we had to take a risk so we could secure the bid. The amount of money was extremely high, much higher than the real value of this place, but in my opinion, it was totally worth it.
Many people couldn’t understand this, but there was just some pure beauty in transforming something old into new. Rebuilding was my passion, and searching for those kinds of buildings was like a treasure hunt for me.
Each one of these buildings had a much higher potential that many might realize, and this was their actual value—they had so much more to offer than it was expected. They were like hidden gems, providing money to o