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he smiles softly at that last part. I reached up and ran my fingers over his scruff on his chin. “I love all that about you, though. I love how manly you are. I love the paint stains, rough and calloused hands, and these,” I trail my fingers down to his abs and smirk, “are amazing. I know what money, especially too much of it, can do to a man. I don’t want a rich man whose greatest desire is to acquire more. My dad was like that. He was never satisfied with what he had. He always wanted more. And I love how great of a father you are, even when you didn’t have to be. You put Hailey above everything else. That may be the most attractive quality of yours.”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

I gaped. He shrugged. "For the record, I have read forty eight laws of powers. And other non fiction books. I got tired, picked up a romance book while I was in Manhattan and it turned out pretty okay. Some of the characters are jerks, the women are bird brained, but at least they love each other." "That is so sweet and terrifying at the same time," I cooed, giving him a hug. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest, loving his after shower smell.

I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

Hi, lovelies! 🥰 I’m so excited to share my new book with you. I know it’s a shame it’s straight romance, but I’m sure some of you are into MF erotica. Hihi. I promise double—or even triple—updates today if you add my new book to your library.😍 Title: Make Me Moan, Daddy BLURB "Take off your panties, princess. I want to see the pussy that’s been soaking the sheets and moaning my name in her sleep every night, while wearing my son’s ring.”

~I woke up wet this morning.~ Xavier POV: Couple of days ago, Dad told me he is dating someone with marriage in his mind and I don't care. I seriously don't. My Dad was never married. He had me while he was dating and that woman, whom I should be calling mother, gave birth to me and left. I have never seen her nor she showed up. It has always been me, Dad and his work. So, now when he wants to find happiness for himself, there is no way I am going to be a hurdle in the way of his happiness.

While Mom was coughing up blood at home, while she couldn't keep food down, he was buying Fiona designer bags, leasing her a luxury car, putting down deposits on apartments for her. I went through page by page. I didn't cry. I photographed them and copied them and added them to the drive. By the time I was sixteen, Dad's company was basically dead. Creditors started showing up. He and Fiona fought constantly. Fiona started looking down on him for being broke. Their fights traveled from downstairs to upstairs, from afternoon till late at night. I'd be at my desk doing homework. And quietly recording with my phone. Mom had said it once: know your enemy and you'll never lose. I hadn't forgotten

"Is that what he told you? You poor thing; you truly are naive when it comes to adult matters. Let me tell you, he can't break things off even if he wanted to; that would be very bad for his business." Business? What in the hell was he getting at here? Were Atlas and Francine in an arranged relationship? "He really didn't tell you anything," Connor continues. "Since my mother up and left after my grandfather ran her off, my father has been with Francine so that they could eventually combine their companies. Do you think things like love could truly exist in our world?" "Then what about us?" I can't help but ask the question as I try to stop the sting of betrayal I'm feeling not only from Con

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: "Your Daddy, My Obsession." JANUARY How does one go about seducing their almost father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on p**n and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

My mother, Miranda, wasn't even here. Typical Miranda. As one of the city’s most sought-after event planners, her life was a blur of international flights and high-society galas. She had married Vincent Cole, a fiercely successful, notoriously private businessman in a quiet ceremony abroad while I was buried under final exams. I’d only met him once, briefly, and had spent the last year imagining him as a cold, arrogant tyrant who bought my mother’s affection with diamonds and real estate. I had prepared myself for battle when I arrived at the mansion earlier that afternoon. I expected icy glares, rigid house rules, and the overwhelming sensation of being an unwanted guest.