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EFFICIENCY SUCKS
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TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend THE CLAWS OF REGRET
Ethan's POVI glared at myself in the mirror until my own features became strange to me. The kiss last night was still slippery on my mouth, and the flavor caused me to feel sick. How could he. How could he use a mouth that had once learned me to conceal a contract in his sleeve.He had the audacity to tell me I was "efficient" and then to ask that I clean up after him. He left. He came back. He came in with problems and the audacity to ask that I clean them up with my body and my reputation. I needed to spit on him. I wanted to rip his suit off his back and make him see what he'd done.I walked into the office with my jaw set and a plan that had nothing to do with forgiveness.Aaron spoke to me all day as if I were dirt. Fine. Let him. The space was an anesthetic and an insult both, but it kept him in his proper place: far off, out of reach, to terrified to turn around. My chest ate itself.That idiot, traitorous hurt — the one that still recalled his fingers — but I suppressed it un
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend FIRE I CAN'T HOLD
Aaron's POVIt was 3 a.m. and I had yet to get any rest.The laptop screen blinded me with its light as I stared at a half-written email, the blinking cursor seemingly taunting me. I'd spent over two hours writing up a proposal to the board, but each sentence wilted to dust the instant his face popped into my head. Ethan.Cursed Ethan.The manner in which his lips had been crushed against mine ran on a repetition loop forever. The soft resistance, the sudden suck of his breath when I'd filled the space, and then—like gravity spent at last—the way he'd relaxed for that fleeting moment. I hadn't kissed him; I'd devoured him whole, selfishly, greedily, like a man dying who'd just found water. And he was owed none of this."Fuck," I muttered to myself, rubbing my hands over my face. My whole body was tense, restless, like something inside of me was trying to get out.I shouldn't have touched him. I shouldn't have bet, used the situation, pushed that dumb button to trap him in that metal r
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend THE ARRANGEMENT
Ethan’s POVI had made up my mind.It was stupid, irresponsible, and beneath me — but the decision hung on me like a weight. If I didn't do this, if I continued to dawdle, I was only delaying what was going to happen anyway. The company wasn't going to mend on its own, and Aaron wasn't going to leave me alone. Perhaps I was weak for even considering this agreement. Perhaps I was selfish for not doing it sooner.But last night, Mandy's words just kept gnawing at me. Like family away from family. I couldn't sleep with that phrase echoing in my brain. She wasn't wrong. Anderson, Jonathan, even Mandy herself — they were all inserted now into my life. And if saying yes could protect that, what business did I have going on prolonging the inevitable?Still, I wasn't about to jump in blind. Not until I heard it from him himself, no more subtle innuendos or half-lies.When the office shut, and the last voices of talk died away, I rose from my desk and strolled along the still corridor to his o
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend NO, AND MAYBE
Ethan's POVTwo hours. That was all it took for me to hate the man again.I paced my little corner of the shared office like a caged animal, hands moving faster than my brain was, mouth sour with bile. I hated him. I hated him so bloody much. He had the nerve — the audacity — to come into my life after six years of nothing and ask me to marry him like it was some kind of business proposition. Like I was something he could just take up and use.Who gave him that confidence? Who gave him the impression that I was the kind of man who'd get down on his knees and make everything all right for him? He leaves; he disappears; he lets all of us burn for five years — and then he wants me to be "efficient" and clean up after him? No. No way.I thrust my hand through my hair and slammed the keys on my laptop until the screen fuzzed into a mess of code and deadlines. Why did I have to be the one to rescue the company? Why did I have to be the one to fall into his neat little trap because Benson wa
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend A DANGEROUS PROPOSAL
Aaron's POVThe last month had been hell.Benson had me in a firm grasp, dragging me from one dinner with his daughter to another, as if he could bore the idea of a merger — and a marriage — into my brain through sheer determination. Each time I reminded him that I was already engaged, he'd smile and tell me, "There's no harm in a little fun before the wedding, is there?"I had no reply to that. Only the bile that welled up in my throat.And here now stood Ethan, in my office — older, sharper, a man in his own right. He'd grown so much it twisted something ugly in me. Because as much as I admired what he'd become… I hated myself for what I was going to do to him.I opened my mouth, and the words slipped out before I could stop them."I need you."His face relaxed. Always. Always sympathetic. That sympathy was going to be his downfall — worse, it was going to let me be his downfall. He slid into a chair, his voice gentle."What's wrong?"I let the lies pour out."The company is bankrup
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend LIVING THE HIGH LIFE
Ethan's POVA month.Thirty consecutive days of overtime work hours, endless meetings, coffee spilled on my shirt, all-night reports, and me occasionally asking myself if I was unwittingly signing away my life in invisible ink. But the thing is — for the first time in a very long time, the hustle and bustle felt… worth it.Because yesterday, the company gave me my first paycheck.I had pulled the bank app out in Anderson's office bathroom, my thumb trembling against the shattered screen like I was ready to be disappointed. And then—Boom.My mouth had fallen open. My mouth was actually so wide I'm sure it rang on the floor. I fetched it up, cleaned it off, and dropped it once more.What in the holy holy hell?This was what these stuffy-collared, self-centered office colleagues were being mailed each month?No wonder they strutted around like they owned the goddamn world. No wonder they had attitudes sharper than razors and smiles faker than knock-off Gucci. I’d thought the snobbishne
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