Failure to Match (Bad Billionaire Bosses, #2)

by Kyra Parsi

I could have been shoving spoonfuls of wet sand into my mouth for all my tastebuds cared.

Thats some strong spite

At this point, spending the next forty minutes with this man was about as appealing as having my eyelashes repeatedly waxed while listening to moist chewing ASMR.

“Says the man with the personality of a hardboiled egg.” You could hear a fucking pin drop. In my defense, I hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“I was at my desk all afternoon. What else would I have been doing?” I blinked up at him. “Working.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Jamie.”

Mabel had promised me that they’d buried him a few feet deeper than needed, ensuring a smoother, shorter trip down to hell. He fucking deserved it.