I paused at the ajar conference room door, attempting to balance the tray of coffees. Creedon was my new boss, now also my boyfriend. I listened at the door.

“Where is that slut of yours, Creedon? Must be a hell of a lay. The coffee is going to be cold,” Michael complained. “What's the point in keeping her around? She's not even your breed.”
**Not his breed?**
“You know me, I like nice accessories, Besides, she is smarter than she looks."
**An Accessory?**
“Stop toying with the girl. You're letting her get too close to us. Not to mention the scandal you’ll have with the press once they realize she's a poor country girl. America will fall in love with her, you will just crush them when you’re done with her. Poor Image...” The sound of fits hitting the table silenced the room.

“She’s mine! She is no concern of yours. I can fuck her, breed her, or cast her aside, remember who's in charge here. “If I want to use her as a cum bucket, I will." His anger explosive.
**Breed me? Cast me aside? Cum bucket? I think not!***

“She is pretty, but she’s of no value to you, Creedon. A pebble in a sea of diamonds, darling. You can have any woman you desire. Fuck her out of your system, and sign off on her,” Latrisha spat. “That one is going to become a pain in your ass. You need a bitch that will submit.”

**Someone, please, come mop up the word vomit this woman has just spewed.**

“I have her under control, Trisha, back the fuck off.”

**Control? Oh, hell naw! ** He hadn't met the take no bullshit southern bitch I could be.

Rage brewed as I elbowed open door.

**Well, here goes everything.**


Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate

Chapter 31

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Chapter 25
Briar
Carter grabbed my bag and guided me by the small of my back up the steps to the front door. When he pushed it open my mouth dropped as I stepped inside. The living room was simple: the ceilings high, a flat screen on the wall, a cozy couch, and a pair of armchairs, each sporting a...

Chapter 25

Briar

Carter grabbed my bag and guided me by the small of my back up the steps to the front door. When he pushed it open my mouth dropped as I stepped inside. The living room was simple: the ceilings high, a flat screen on the wall, a cozy couch, and a pair of armchairs, each sporting a...