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268 pages, ebook
First published March 10, 2016

“Prepare myself?” I ask, laughing. “Do you mean with yoga or stretching techniques to prepare for your massive… What’s a classy word for penis? Ooh, I know, I’ll call it a super, big humdinger.”
“So are you married? Dating anyone serious? Have a few baby mamas around town?”
“I don’t believe women are my equals so I will never be in a serious relationship with one of them.”
“Sooner or later, this is happening,” he says, studying me. “You best prepare yourself.”
“Prepare myself?” I ask, laughing. “Do you mean with yoga or stretching techniques to prepare for your massive… What’s a classy word for penis? Ooh, I know, I’ll call it a super, big humdinger.”
“I wish you were a bitch,” I mutter. “I wish you were a horrible fucking cunt so that I could hate you.”
“I sometimes wish you were ugly, so I wouldn’t want to touch you.”

“Be nice to me,” I tell the dick while my hand slides along its length. “I’m the sweet lady attached to the vagina you enjoy pounding.”
















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This review contains cursing and slightly inappropriate gifs!!!
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"I learned long ago not to give a flying fuck what strangers thought about me. Hell, I only mildly care what my friends think. Life is too short to stress others."
"I love hating people."




I learned long ago not to give a flying fuck what strangers thought about me. Hell, I only mildly care what my friends think.
We need a safe word. That way, when you're feeling especially sensitive and I'm especially loud you can let me know before I end up in trouble."








“So she’s like a girl version of you.” “Yeah.” “No wonder you love her. You’ve always been arrogant,” he says, winking at me and then sliding out of the cart. “Figures you’d want to marry yourself.”
Oh, and don’t even fucking think of cheating. If I catch you cheating, I’ll cut the bitch’s face off and sew it onto your face. That way, if you want to see your bitch so much, you can just look in the mirror.”
“You don’t have any experience running an office.”
“That’s not the most important fact about me.”
“What is then?” Once my brown eyes find his nearly black ones, I hold his gaze.
“I’m excellent at tolerating assholes.” The corners of Hayes’s mouth curve upward.
“You suck at interviews.”
“You suck at keeping employees.”
“Any calls?” I ask Candy.
“Three, but I didn’t take messages.”
“Why not?”
“They were all whiny shits being whiny. I told them to fix the problems themselves and call back when they had something positive to say.”
“Good.” Candy’s never sexier than when she focuses her bitchiness on morons.
“Do you like men?”
“Sexually? Yeah.”
“No, I mean, do you think they’re all fucking scum?”
“Of course not. My son is a little man after all. I adored my brother, Peat. So, I like men just fine. Why?”
“Didn’t know if you were the bitter sort.”
“Is this because I haven’t batted my eyes at you today?”
“I’ll be happy if you avoid fucking crying.”
Grinning, I check my phone. “Your low standards allow me to excel.”
“I’ve been thinking about having an heir.”
“An air?”
“An heir like a kid that’d inherit my business.”
“Oh. Yeah, you wouldn’t want it to end up in the hands of the government.”
“I’d rather burn everything down than have that happen.” Grinning at his reaction, I nod.
“I’m sure you’d make a great dad.”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“No, but you’re smart. You might learn how to be a great dad by the time the kid is old enough to notice.”
“You’re healthy, right?”
“Healthy like I eat salads?”
“No, like you’re capable of creating and carrying a baby.”
“Sure,” I mumble, unsure where he’s going with these questions.
“You didn’t break anything having those twins?”
“You mean my beloved children? No, I didn’t break anything. What are you getting at?”
“I’ll need to breed with a woman capable of carrying my large kid. You carried two at once, so I figure you’ll do.”
“Well, that’s a tempting offer. Whenever you’re ready, just fill a cup with your swimmers, and I’ll pick up a turkey baster on my drive home. We’ll make you an heir.”
“There are easier ways to make a kid.”
“Easier?” I say, looking him over. “I’d say a turkey baster is simpler than climbing you, boss.”
“Why do you have to be an asshole?”
“That’s my comfort zone.”
I love hating people.
My enemies list is long and varied. When I’m tense and need help sleeping, I close my eyes and mentally run through all the names. I’m asleep before I hit the hundredth moron.
She’s been under my skin since she first walked into my office and called me an asshole to my face. The woman is the right kind of beautiful, smart, and tough. Those ingredients are in plenty of women, but never in the right amounts to make me consider apologizing for doing nothing wrong.







“I’ve only heard horrible things about Angus Hayes. He’s a ruthless man and all-around terrible person. He’s often compared to a junkyard dog.”
“You don’t have any experience running an office.” “That’s not the most important fact about me.” “What is then?” My brown eyes find his nearly black ones, and I hold his gaze. “I’m excellent at tolerating assholes.” The corners of Hayes’s mouth curve upward. “You suck at interviews.” “You suck at keeping employees.”
“You’re not any of those fucking people, you dipshit.” “I was going to fuck you right next to where my kids sleep!” I cry, “I never would do that crap, but you make me weak and dumb as fuck.” “Bullshit, idiot.” “Eat shit, asshole.” Hayes narrows his raging eyes. “Why did you kiss me?” “You got that sod for the kids, right?” “No, it’s for my dog,” he lies.

“My kids need to know they shouldn't take shit from people they care about. If they do it once, it’ll be easier the second time, and then they’ll get used to doing it. Eventually, they’ll wake up as someone’s bitch.”
Hayes glares at me. “I apologized.” “Yes, you did, but you didn’t mean it.” “Exactly. That’s why it means so much.” I nearly laugh at his exasperated expression. Instead, I gesture for him to continue. “Explain.” “If I were sorry, it’d be easy to apologize. I did something wrong, and I should apologize. Simple. Except I don’t think I was wrong, yet I’m still apologizing. I’m doing it anyway because your feelings matter more than mine. Doesn’t that make me the fucking nice guy here?”
“So she’s like a girl version of you.” “Yeah.” “No wonder you love her. You’ve always been arrogant,” he says, winking at me and then sliding out of the cart. “Figures you’d want to marry yourself.”

“Sooner or later, this is happening,” he says, studying me. “You best prepare yourself.” “Prepare myself?” I ask, laughing. “Do you mean with yoga or stretching techniques to prepare for your massive... What’s a classy word for penis? Ooh, I know, I’ll call it a super, big humdinger.”



"You're and odd broad."
"Said the weird guy."
"I saw George Strait in concert before. Have you ever gone to a concert?"
"No. I don't need morons screaming all around me."

"Profanity offends you greatly, huh?"
"Sure as hell does, asshole. Is that going to be a fucking problem?" she says laughing.
