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My brother Jameson is the CEO of the United States company, and I oversee UK and Germany.
Jameson from The Layover!!
“Julian Masters comes from one of the wealthiest families in the world, he’s a Supreme Court judge,”
Another book boyfriend cameo!!
Sebastian Garcia.” I frown, and glance over. I definitely know the name of the prime minister of the United Kingdom.
Another book i need to read
me hiding behind my grief. Is that why I’m so anal at work, because the alternative is to fall apart and lose my job? If I don’t look pretty, nobody will notice me . . . and my heart can never get broken again.
I took some painkillers.” “What were the painkillers for, dear?” “Period pain.” Kate’s eyes flick to me. I roll my eyes. Now I’ve fucking heard it all. “How many did you take?” the operator asks. “Only two.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Remind me never to do cocaine with you,” I mutter dryly.
“Earn that dirty money, girlfriend. Tell him you’ll swallow for a company car.” “Stop.” I laugh. “Will you shut up?” “Just saying.” He shrugs. I try to hide my smile as I chew my food. I’d swallow for free.
He leans down and puts his lips to my ear. “I want you, Kate.” He softly bites my ear and goosebumps scatter up my arm. “I want you underneath me.”
She opens a compact mirror and begins to put her bright pink lipstick on. I lean in and nibble her neck and goosebumps scatter up her arms once more. She smiles. “Don’t bother with the lipstick; it will rub off on my dick,” I breathe into her ear.
“You come every day?” I whisper. “Yes.” He sits back. “Don’t you?” I shake my head. “Well.” He takes my hand and puts it over his crotch; he’s rock-hard underneath his jeans. “We’ll have to do something about that.” He flexes his dick beneath my hand. “Won’t we?”
We kiss and hold each other and, with an intimacy I’ve never known, she takes me. And holds me. And ruins me forever.
Christopher’s eyes flick over to me. “It’s probably fucking haunted.” “Shut up.” I glance over at him and he holds his hands up in a spooky gesture. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” He makes a ghost sound. “You’re not going to be scared out here all alone, in this big old haunted house . . . where nobody can hear you scream?” “Shut the fuck up,” I snap, as I imagine being terrified all alone. “I wonder how many people died in it.”
Not so long ago, this was me: how did this life ever captivate me for so long? I’m way past stupid women; womanizing just doesn’t excite me anymore. I know it was fun at the time, but looking back it’s all a blur. Not one of them ever stood out.
“Did you order me a big dildo?” His face breaks into a breathtaking smile and I feel it all the way to my toes. “Most definitely not.” “Why not?” I tease. He picks up a pretty pink camisole. “If you think I’m sharing your orgasms with a battery-operated device, you’re deluded, Kathryn.”
He jumps up, fully naked, and picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. His lips take mine and he opens the bedroom door. “But first.” He walks out of the bedroom as he holds me up. “I am going to fuck you on every hard surface of this apartment.” I giggle as we kiss. We hear a woman’s gasp. “Elliot.” We turn to see Jameson, Tristan, Christopher, and Mr. and Mrs. Miles just standing there. Mrs. Miles has a Happy Birthday balloon in her hand, and her eyes are wide. “Mom,” Elliot gasps. Everyone’s mouth is open in horror. “Surprise.” Jameson smirks as he raises an eyebrow.
“Oh my God, Elliot. They’ll think I’m a ho. They’ll think I’m a ho.” “You think you’ve got fucking problems,” he whispers angrily as he points to his dick: it looks hard and angry. “Not exactly what I want to show my mother before breakfast, Kathryn.”
