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Troy McAdams is a long-time friend of Henry Buchanan, the candidate’s son, and the elder Buchanan and McAdams men are joint partners in B-Tech Enterprises.
Interesting!
“Can I get a drink, please?” he grits out. “Someone’s testy today.” He unclasps the buttons on his navy suit jacket and sits on the barstool across from me. “I said please,” he points out.
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“I don’t want your money,” I tell him. “And I don’t give a shit.”
Haha i love him already! 💕
“Fine won’t replenish your trust,” he counters. “Money is meant to be invested,” I reply. “You taught me that.” “Only on ideas worth investing.”
Ugh! I dont like him!
She gave my number away when I specifically told her not to. The brat needs a spanking.
🤣🤣
“You will be coming to work for me.”
Yes please!
My dad literally died because he borrowed money from a loan shark for my schooling, but the cash barely covered my first semester at LAU.
😢😢
we both know who my father was, and the likelihood of me following in his footsteps and being a fuck-up like him isn’t exactly a stretch, so just…stop.”
Awww Mia 😢
“Do we have a deal?” he prods. “Is this a Mia-exclusive offer, or are you giving fifty percent off to all of your employees?” I ask. “If I say it’s Mia-exclusive, will you take the offer?” I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my smile despite Buchanan not being here to witness it. “I think we both know the answer to that.” A low rumble vibrates through the phone. He mutters, “Fine. It’s for any new employee.”
I love them 😍
“It isn’t your fault, you know,” I murmur. “Troy fooled––” “Goodbye, Mia.” The call ends.
you need me to come down on the price?” “No.” I look down at my scuffed-up sneakers against the freshly-mopped maple floors. “I need you to make it…shittier.” His laugh borders between annoyance and amusement as it echoes through my cell. “Are you calling me because you’re disappointed the apartment isn’t in worse shape?”
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“Enough!” Flinching at the sharp words, I turn around and search for the culprit. Buchanan’s in the stands. He’s glaring at me. Hard.
Love the jealous billionaire type!
Although, I did have a couple players ask if we have a no fraternization policy.” She
😏😏
“Dawson is too old for Mia.” Erika’s brow quirks behind her black-framed glasses. “Dawson’s your age.” “I’m too old for Mia.” “Good thing you’re not interested in dating her, then.” She looks back at her lap and turns her iPad off. “But I’ll make a note. Would you like me to pass your opinion along to Dawson, or…?”
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minute later, the hotel manager approaches and stands beside the poor man trying to help Erika. He’s apologizing to her. Or at least, I think it’s what he’s doing. I’m not exactly a lip reader.
Mia will have to share with henry for sure 🤣
“Buchanan and I can stay in the same room.”
Haha yes!
good fuck, maybe, but I have a feeling you’re too uptight to make me come, so––” “You think I can’t make you come?” I demand. She bats her blonde lashes at me. “I’m not your type, remember?”
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“You’re looking for someone to fuck?” My voice cuts through the silent room. “Buchanan,” she whines. “Go to sleep.” “It’s what you said, right? You’re not looking for someone to date, but someone to fuck is on the table?” “Can we drop it, please?” “You really think I can’t make you come?”
😏💕
“Put your sleep mask back in place,” I order, lifting the sheets and dipping my head beneath them. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t move as I maneuver myself closer to her. “Buchanan, what are you doing?” “Spread your thighs for me,” I grit
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“Personally, I don’t blame her for needing a minute to herself after all the goading from that man.” I freeze, the words washing over me like a frigid bucket of water. “What man?” I sit forward in my chair and lace my fingers in front of me.
Destroy him!
“Needless to say, I don’t blame Thorne for putting him in his place and making him leave.”
Yes theo 😍!
Dawson pulled Colt from the ice as Theo was escorted to the penalty box, and he let the guy have it.”
😍😍
“Did you hear him say this, Jeffry?” His entire body shakes as he lifts his shoulders into a shrug. “Not the specifics.” “You’re fired,” I grit out. His eyes bulge. “Sir, you can’t––” “I can, and I did. Get out of my office. Now.”
Omg I love him so much 😍
“Yeah. Said you like it rough, and for fifty bucks, you’d be willing to suck my dick.”
🤬🤢 I hate shorty!
I splash the vodka and soda into his face, and he nearly falls off his barstool. “What the fuck?” “That was for you being an ass,” I spit. “Now, leave.”
Yes girl 😍
He lunges for me, reaching across the bar, but he’s tugged back and slammed onto the seat. “I’m going to need you to apologize,” a low voice growls. The sound makes my stomach tighten, and my attention snaps to Buchanan a few feet away.
😍🔥
With Henry’s grip full of Darryl’s worn flannel shirt, he punches him in the stomach. Darryl’s body sandwiches in half from the impact. The air whooshes from his lungs as Darryl blindly reaches for his beer bottle on the counter. Henry stands above him, assuming he’s made his point. The movement happens so fast, I’m not even sure what I’m witnessing. “Henry!” I yell in warning. The asshole is too quick. He slams the bottle against Henry’s head. The thud makes my stomach roll, but Buchanan recovers quickly, ramming his fist into the stranger’s nose, cocking his arm back for another hit when
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I can’t get enough of him at this point!
start to step away from him, but he grabs my wrist, keeping me in place. “Superglue?” “Unless you want to go to the hospital for stitches,” I offer. “Since the cut is on your face, it might not be a bad idea. I can pay for your Uber or…”
Umm doesn’t it have to be like special glue? Surely you can’t just use any superglue?
don’t give a shit about the game. I give a shit about you not telling me what was really going on.”
😍😭
Having a guy backhand you mid-thrust simply because you were talking to a guy earlier at a party will do it to a girl.
😢😢 poor Mia! Shorty was an ass! Can’t wait for Henry to give him what he deserves!
My phone’s resting on the edge of the armchair. Its screen is shining back at me, along with Henry’s name and the seconds ticking by with a connected call.
😱😱 omg awkward 🤣🤣
“And how do you know the lyrics to every Taylor Swift song?” another reporter prods, lifting his pen into the air.
Haha yes! 10 x more attractive!
“Do you think if you spent more time focusing on practicing instead of being distracted by your social media manager’s desire to boost your online presence, the outcome of tonight’s game would have been different?”
🙄🙄
Henry’s determined stride catches us all by surprise as he closes the space between him and Greer’s microphone, lifting it to his mouth. “In case you missed it, our social media manager didn’t play in the game tonight, so I’m not sure how you can insinuate the loss was her fault.” “I’m saying––” “I suggest you spend a little more time learning how hockey works before attacking my staff,” Henry interrupts.
😍😍 he’s so damn hot!
“Mia Rutherford is great at what she does and has gained more support for the Lions in the last few weeks than any of your articles.”
💕💕
Now that I wish I’d caught on camera. I’d probably watch it and get off to him all over again.
😏
“I might have given you a preview of how hard I can make you come while we were in Creekside, but whatever fantasy you created up here?” He taps the side of my temple with his forefinger. “It doesn’t remotely compare to the real thing.”
😏😏🔥
“Despite my best efforts, you’ve piqued my curiosity, Mia.” I twist around to face him. “I hate to disappoint you, but I’m pretty boring.” “Go on a date with me.” “You just got out of a relationship,” I remind him. “I’m aware.” His molars grind, but he forces his jaw to relax. “While the timing may not be perfect, when I find something I want––” “Something?” “Someone,” he corrects. His fingers skate along my arm and brush against my wrist, reminding me exactly what it feels like to have them inside me. “Go out with me.”
😍😍
“So, you can fantasize about me, but I’m not allowed to buy you dinner?” “Nope.” His fingers flex around my wrist. “I like you, Mia. And despite your words, I think you like me too.”
Come on Mia! Give him a chance!
“Tell me I’m wrong, Brat,” he pushes. The nickname isn’t laced with malice. Hell, it’s practically a caress. “Tell me you don’t like me.”
💕💕
“And what are you interested in?” He leans even closer until his lips brush against the column of my throat. It’s like he knows he has me exactly where he wants me. Desperate and needy. Horny. Practically putty in the bastard’s hands. I bite back my moan of frustration, tilting my head up, giving him better access to my exposed neck as I choke out, “Fucking.” I swallow. “I’m interested in fucking.” “Let me take you out.” “No.”
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He lets go of my wrist, trailing his hands along my waist and cupping my sides, making me feel small and delicate. “Why?” “Because you’re my boss.” “We both know I’d never let a personal relationship affect the way I run my company. You’re an asset to the Lions whether or not we’re together.” He runs his nose along the column of my throat, making my knees weak. “Go out with me.”
Go out with him! 😍
“If I say yes, it shows I’m interested in dating you, which means you’ll immediately turn into an asshole, and I really don’t want you to be an asshole.” He hesitates, pulling away an inch or two as his eyes narrow, studying me with interest. “Who says I’ll turn into an asshole?”
😢😢 he’s not like the other guys in your life Mia
“So, you’re refusing to go out with me because you’re afraid I’ll turn out to be an asshole?” he questions. “Yes.” “I’m already an asshole, Mia.”
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“But I don’t want to be an asshole with you.” The same warmth seeps into his confession, and I swear I might dissolve entirely. My eyes close again, and I fist my hands at my sides, desperate to touch him, while knowing exactly how bad of an idea it would be if I allowed myself to give in. “I know.” “Let me take you out,” he repeats, continuing his assault on my sensitive skin. “I can’t.” “You’re making this difficult, Brat.”
Seriously I love him so much 😍
His attention drops to my lips. “Pull away, and we’ll pretend like the last two days never happened.” He leans even closer, his hot breath kissing my lips. “But if you let me kiss you, it isn’t going to stop here. I will take you to the nearest hotel, spread you out on the bed, and taste every inch of you while comparing it to the hotel in Creekside. Because fucking hell, Mia, I’ve been craving you ever since. Tell me you understand.” Pressing my thighs together, I whisper, “I understand.” “Good girl.”
😍🔥
“Let me take care of you for once.” “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” “Humor me, Brat.”
😭😍
“Tell me you believe me,” he orders. There’s a slight rasp to his voice. An undertone of conviction and need. The combination leaves me speechless. “Tell me you know I would never hit you.” The same burn hits my eyes with a vengeance, and I turn my head, unable to look at him any longer. Not when he’s this close. When I can feel the heat of his body. The weight of his stare. The brush of his clean, minty breath. “Do you really think so little of me?” he whispers. The harshness in his voice is gone. It’s replaced with genuine curiosity. And fuck me, I don’t. I don’t think so little of him. Call
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💔😭
“Did he hit you, Mia?” He. We both know who he’s referring to. It only makes my shame grow stronger. Bigger. Heavier. Weak girls get hit. Pathetic girls get hit. Desperate girls get hit. And admitting my ex hit me? To anyone, let alone Henry Buchanan? The man who holds the world in the palm of his hand?
💔💔😭
The bathroom is fading around me, fighting with the image of Shorty’s bedroom in the basement of the Taylor House and all the times he hurt me. Manipulated me. Slapped me around simply because he could. Because I was too weak to leave. Too desperate for his attention. Too pathetic. A gentle touch grips my chin, and Buchanan turns me to face him again. “No lying, remember?” A sad smile graces my lips as I process his words.
💔😭 I feel for her. But she needs to let him in
