Hostile Takeover (Blackwood Billions, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

“So you’d turn against your own father? Is that what I’m hearing?” “What you’re hearing is that you have shit your last pair of britches where Nectar is concerned,” I snapped. “Between me and Soren having the controlling interest, and what I am sure will be a very unhappy board, you can consider yourself relieved of duty,” I told him, grabbing my wasted coffee and heading for the door. “Little girl, you cannot do this!” “Watch me.”

“He’s a billionaire, Nala. Yes, you’re going to have to fuck him.”

Orion Sterling wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to you.” “Neither would a refrigerator landing on my big toe, but I don’t want that shit either.”

if you tell him he can’t fuck anybody else, you definitely have to fuck him.” Des giggled. “You can’t have it both ways. You can even pick a frequency, once a week, once a month, only on federal holidays—” “Fine. I’ll fuck him once a year, on his birthday. With somebody else’s pussy.”

she definitely might make you regret forcing her into a choice.” I grinned. “I’m absolutely hoping she tries. Why do you think I have you setting up accounts for her? Most likely, she’ll try to shop her way onto my nerves.” “I was thinking more like… stab you in your sleep?”

“Just because this marriage might be convenient, you need to understand something right now; it ain’t fake. I’m gonna parade you in public, fuck you in private, and otherwise ignore you, just like most wealthy marriages.”

She realized, quick as fuck, that challenging me on something like public decency was a mistake. I had too much money to care.

“They’re awful people. Why would you want to work with them anyway?” Alexis frowned. “Bitch they’re billionaires, and wealth is my trade.”

Across the table, Morgan sucked her teeth. “I should’ve known my life was going a little too good. Do I have to come to the wedding?” she asked. “Do not fucking play with me!”

“So he’s the boy that broke your heart and had you hoeing all over the yard?!” I asked, completely serious.

what do I do now?” “You make the best of a fucked-up situation,” Morgan spoke up, reaching across the table to grab my hand. “Marry him and destroy the whole family from the inside.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Nala, the show has already begun.”

“If your damn daddy was alive, you’d be somewhere doing grunt work.” “But he isn’t.” I shrugged. “So here the fuck we are, now what?”

As women, we do what we have to do all the time, but the only way you’re going to make it through that is to never forget why you’re there, you hear me?” I scoffed. “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.” “Don’t be arrogant; you heed my words,” she warned. “That man is handsome, rich, and intelligent. Those qualities make it easy to go blind. Especially if he starts slinging dick the right way.”

“That’s a lovely young woman, from what I’ve observed. Her mother was quite a delight as well. How the hell you get her to say yes to your mean ass?”

“Is there a problem?” I asked her. She let out a dry laugh, her hair swinging quite beautifully across her shoulders as she shook her head. “Not at all,” she gritted out. “As a matter of fact, thank you for reminding me that you are indeed an asshole.”

she walked past me, a blur of intoxicating perfume, silky hair, hypnotic ass, and anger. I took a deep breath before I followed. I could not wait to fuck the shit out of her.

“Listen, I’m not judging. I understand the game. Luke is only hanging around to make sure I don’t ruin his grandmother’s winery.” “What?” Luke asked, choking on a mouthful of food as Eva laughed. “I’m just playing with you baby. I know you’re here for the pussy.”

“It's yours now, Nala. Do whatever you feel.”

“Kiss my ass.” I smirked. “Now you know I gladly would,” I told her, prompting rolled eyes. “It’s lunch with your husband, not a fucking death sentence woman, damn.”

“You’re saving me this morning. Guess I’m glad you hadn’t already left.” “Even if I had.” He shrugged, taking the keys from me to place in a lockbox on the garage wall. “I’m a call away and don’t ever hesitate to dial it. You’re my wife.”

“You don’t have any right to speak on my mother.” “I have every right!” William snapped right back, nostrils flaring as he got in Soren’s face. “That bitch lied for decades, letting me believe I finally had something of my own. And she didn’t even tell the truth on her own, even when she was dying and I was fucking taking care of her. I had to force it out of her.”

“So I was… what, supposed to predict that he was going to show up? I’m a lot of things, dear husband, but clairvoyant is not one of them.”

“Soren showed you our cameras?” “Yes,” he answered, turning to face me. “Because he understands that it’s a big fucking deal and that there’s zero room to let blatant disrespect ride. He understands that you are precious, even if you’re too dense to get it yourself.”

“Wow. Call me precious and stupid in the same damn sentence. I don’t know if I’m impressed or insulted.” “I really don’t give a shit, as long as you’re protected,

“This could be so much simpler if you just… let yourself do you what you felt.” “If I did that, I would’ve run you over weeks ago.”

“How many times have you fucked him since you got married?” Morgan asked. I scoffed. “Girl I don’t know! I’m not keeping up with that.” “That’s exactly the point.” She laughed. “Six weeks ago you were lamenting having to submit to a biweekly poking, and now you’re taking that dick so often you can’t even keep up? Bitch who do you think you’re fooling?”

“You’ve made it clear what side of this you’re on. You can close my door on your way out.” “I’m not on anybody’s side, Ri. I’m trying to get you to see logic. You know, that thing men seem to think they’re the kings of?”

You’re being a jerk and you should really reconsider. Not everything is a personal slight against you.”

Ms. Wallace told me he brought her over here to get you riled up.” I sighed. “And I fell for the bait.” “You did. But you snatched the fishing rod out his hand too, beat him with it.” She laughed. “I bet you he don’t go fishing like that again.”

“I thought I told your ass not to show your face in here until your wife was back on the premises?”

She doing alright?” “Jess? She’s fine.” I shrugged. “A little banged up, but that’s all.” “Then she got lucky; the lion queen has some decorum. I would’ve pulled my pistol out.”

“My ability to surprise you with lavish things is one of my only tools in this relationship. I’m not giving it away any time soon.” She laughed. “It’s not your only tool.” “What else do I have?” “A massive dick. Skillful tongue.”