Dear Mr Ceo I Want To Get Back At Your Son
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Dear Mr. CEO, I Want to Get Back at Your Son
One day, my boyfriend Sam dumps me out of the blue. Heartbroken, I get drunk at a bar, and in my state of intoxication, I write an email to Sam's dad asking him if he'll help me get back at his son by letting me get under him. Even worse? Sam's dad is the CEO of O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I work... A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs! WORD COUNT: 8,700 Excerpt: My mouth turns dry when Mr. Marshall lowers his blinds and closes the door to his office. He gestures toward one of the red sofas. "Have a seat, Lina." I sit down. To my surprise, he sits down next to me–like, right next to me. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as his cologne fills my nostrils. It smells like a forest with sweet, intoxicating fruit. My face turns as red as the sofa when he pulls out a hard copy of my email. "So my son broke up with you for some…" He narrows his eyes at the piece of paper. "'Blond big-boobed trollop.'" "Oh, no!" When he raises his eyebrows, I amend, "Well, he did break up with me and told me he's been cheating on me. But I don't know if he cheated on me with, um, a blond woman." Mr. Marshall frowns. "He's been cheating on you? I didn't think my son would do that to you." A bitter-sounding laugh escapes me. "Yeah, well, I didn't think he would do that to me either." My eyes study my hands as I twist them. "I'm sorry for sending you that email. I was, well, not in the best state of mind." A euphemism for really freaking wasted. "However, I know that's no excuse for such unprofessional behavior." When he doesn't say anything for a moment, I lift my gaze from my hands. There is an inscrutable expression on his face. Is he going to accept my apology and keep me employed? Or is he going to fire me and have me escorted off the property? He taps the piece of paper. "Did you mean what you wrote?" "Um, what?" He gets even closer to me. I catch my breath when his thigh brushes against mine. "Did you mean it when you said you'll do anything I want in bed?" Additional keywords: Asian heroine, interracial, older man younger woman, instalove, age difference
My Bully's Dad Wants Me: An Age Gap Romance
On my first day of college, I accidentally incur the wrath of Finneas Thackeray, a rich a**hole who is the overprivileged descendant of the school's namesake Nathaniel Thackeray. If that isn't bad enough, I end up hooking up with a handsome stranger, who is perfect in every way... Except for the fact that he's the dad of Finneas. My Bully's Dad Wants Me is the first standalone book in the Elite 8 series. Each book in the series has an obsessed alpha male and steamy instalove! WORD COUNT: 12,500 Additional keywords: Asian heroine, interracial, OTT
Claimed by Him: An Age Gap Romance Collection
Warning: this collection contains 5 sexy age gap instalove romance short stories featuring young women and their determined alpha males! Includes An Offer from My Dad's Creditor, Knocked Up by the Tycoon, Caught by the College President, Wanted by My Fake Boyfriend's Dad, and An Offer from the CEO! An Offer from My Dad's Creditor "Lucky for you and your parents, I'm benevolent enough to offer an alternative method of payment," he says. From the lust in his gray gaze, I have a pretty good idea what the "alternative method of payment" is, but I ask anyway, "What do you want, Mr. Ricci?" "I want you to carry my child." His words make me lightheaded. Today was not a good day to skip dinner. "Um, what?" I ask, my legs trembling with the struggle to stay upright. Maybe I heard him wrong. No such luck. "I want you to carry my child, Paisley." Knocked Up by the Tycoon My breath stops for a moment. Is that…? I shake my head before I can finish the thought. Pregnancy has to be making me hear things. Because there's no way– "Alexa, look at me." My eyes bulge out of their sockets when a big familiar hand grabs my small one. Okay, I don't think my pregnancy brain can make that up. My imagination is not that vivid. I turn around, and my breath halts for yet another moment. Standing in front of me is Dallas Takahashi, my ex-boyfriend. And the father of the baby growing inside me. Caught by the College President I suck in a breath when my college president wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. "I…I have a boyfriend," I say, my voice coming out annoyingly breathy. He chuckles. "Oh, yes, your boyfriend, who seems like a real prize." He tugs at my blanket, exposing my bare shoulder. When he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my shoulder, I become breathless. Wanted by My Fake Boyfriend's Dad At the sight of Mike's father, I have to actively keep my jaw off the ground. One thing my friend neglected to tell me–his father is sexy. Mike's not a bad-looking guy either, but he got his golden hair and hazel eyes from his mother. Mr. Currant, on the other hand, has dark chocolate waves and intense gray eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome–just my type. An Offer from the CEO His face becomes serious. "I know your family has a lot of debt, Charity." I stiffen. Does a CEO normally concern himself with the financial troubles of a lowly office assistant? "There are your mother's unpaid hospital bills, your father's unwise loan to his brother, your own brother's gambling…" My grip tightens on my bottled water. How does he know all of that? "I'll take care of that debt," Adam says. I catch my breath. Chance Enterprises is a multi-billion dollar company, so I know he has the means to pay off my family's mountain of debt. "Why would you do that?" I ask. Then I remember that Mr. Chance is known for his philanthropy. Does he see me as a pitiful charity case? Is that why he has been so nice to me? "Because I want something in exchange." "What do you…?" I get my answer when he strokes the hem of my black pencil skirt.