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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  EPILOGUE

  CRAVING THE BOSS

  D.C ROWLEY

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

  Copyright © 2017 by D.C. Rowley

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Contents

  Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  PLAYLIST

  Paramore – Still Into You

  Demi Lovato – Cool for the Summer

  Imagine Dragons - Whatever It Takes

  Kid Ink - F With U (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)

  Robin Schulz & David Guetta - Shed a Light (feat. Cheat Codes)

  Cheat Codes & Cade - Stay With You

  Nick Jonas - Remember I Told You (feat. Anne-Marie & Mike Posner)

  The Vamps & Matoma - All Night

  Axwell Λ Ingrosso – Dawn

  PROLOGUE

  {Keira}

  Taking a look over the last few months, I never would’ve believed my life would’ve railed off this way. Let me tell you a few things you need to know about me. Never in my life have I been known for the kind of girl to jostle her way to her dreams. I am what is known as…what’s the word? Oh, the laid-back one, that is minus the relaxation.

  I believe that good manners and attitude would help rack up every plan in my prospectus—the one that implied gaining a PhD degree with honors, getting a picture-perfect job, living in a cozy suburbia with my future husband and raising together our clattery kids.

  Nah, I know what you’re thinking. The all over the shop kind of girl.

  Yepp, that’s me!

  But to be honest, I liked the way how my life was designated, I liked not being in the spotlights, or spending silly nights out getting tanked and rolling in the hay with the next guy. I liked flying under the radar, yet seeking after my dreams.

  That is until I got across Cason. The guy who turned my life upside-down, showed me the delight of juggling, threw all my principles in the trash, hit me hard and left me begging for more.

  He’s cover-male-model beautiful, gross rich, ripped and has got a way with hands that makes you go begging. I can’t believe I did him. I can’t believe I had a silly fling with a random guy who drives me over the edge. That’s so not me. But, since I had my night-out flavor, I could go all the way with it.

  I know it’s wrong, and I know it probably won’t end well. But I can’t help it. I find myself totally driven for this guy.

  I had my whole life sorted out in detail, and still let myself knock down with him and let it all smash down.

  In case you’re wondering how did I get tangled with him?

  …Well, raise your glasses for me. The story’s about to begin…

  CHAPTER ONE

  {Keira}

  The Morning After

  Moments are an essential part of how we decide to celebrate life. That’s why I love mornings. It’s basically my favorite part of the day. On a daily basis, I get out of the bed and have a little cozy, stretching-up moment out of restriction and raise the blinds to let the sunshine sweep through. I like to take a few minutes for myself and set up my resolutions for the day, maybe tidy up a little, and then have a cup of cranberry tea with half a lemon slice spuming on the top. After that, I spoil myself with a nice breakfast portion filled with fibers and grain.

  Yeah, I’m one of those people who are addicted to little details.

  It’s a compulsion. I can’t help it.

  Anyway. Just like any other morning, I wake up this time, doing my stretchy thingy and then put my hands for comfort on the sheets. Everything seems normal until now. The light of the morning has filled the room and I realize it must be one of those days when I have forgotten to have put the blinds down. I must’ve been bleary last night, obviously. Well, that’s not much to say, considering that I am already bleary. You know what I do in a bleary morning? A large mug of cold black citrus tea! This seems to do the trick.

  I don’t know why I feel so cockeyed, as if I’ve had a drink-free unrestraint. And I’m not even the person to drink in the first place. But I don’t have a clue what last night must have been like, or where this outcome’s coming from.

  Anyway, beside the blackout, it feels just like one of my ordinary mornings, until I decide, for my own comfort, to glide my hands down the sheets, which is like a thing that I do, which is the closest I get to stretching-it-out on an entire day. (I’m a little dreary; you might give me that.) Let’s get back to the point, anyway. Out of my own dizziness, I realize that my equilibrium isn’t actually adjusted properly. One of my hands seems to tangle with the sheets closer than the other. At this point, I don’t seem to give it much of a thought, convincing myself that one of my many pillows must have disarrayed and made a mess in my bed. That is until I make out that, after the many attempts to adjust it, my hand is entwined with something that feels like a…

  Boner?

  I try to wash the dizziness off in a flash, and take a look at what seemed to have totally ruined my morning sereneness.

  Oh, my God. Let me try again. This is nothing like an ordinary morning!

  An ordinary morning wouldn’t imply a naked strange man (yet ripped and husky—but that wouldn’t make up for it anyway) having the best drowse of his life on my bed.

  Oh, wait! This isn’t my bed!

  It doesn’t take long for me to naughtily dit
ch my blurriness and pore around to take the room into scrutiny. This looks nothing like my room. Of course, I don’t own an Austin master bedroom with tremendous windows that make up for walls and an astonishing view form the adjacent lot.

  What is this place and what am I doing in it? And most importantly, who is this man and why is he sharing the bed with me, or vice versa?

  Do I need to wake him? I mean, probably I do. After all, I’ve spent the night with him. My blood flows hastily through my veins and I flush angrily when some devious idea hits me. I hope nothing kinky has taken place last night in this very bed, or I’d be really pissed. No longer than a second later I realize what a silly idea this was. How would a man lie nakedly in your bed and not have hit it raw?

  I’m so ticked off with myself right now. How did I allow myself to get into this…mess???

  I get out of the bed covering my breasts with the white blanket, which glides along slowly and out of his body. Great! Now I can see his full unclothed body, no restrictions included. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. I shake off my little distraction and spot my pink lingerie nestling on the natural palette rug. I roll in my underclothes and then frown with irritation, after realizing that my shorts are nowhere to be found, and so is my top.

  I take a careful look throughout the room to find them thrown rowdily on the sitting area across the other part of the room, hanging down pettily from the edge. I hurry my way to it and start having them on one by one. I’m so confused and ticked at these events, I totally have kept the guy out of sight. That’s why it gets me jumping when a mumbling voice breaks through the silence that surrounded me a second prior.

  “You’re awake already, huh?” I turn around to meet his face. There’s a naughty smirk on it that I wanna tear off. “So, you’re the hit it and quit it kind of girl, aren’t you?”

  He looks so beautifully there, built up in muscles, brown disorderly hair, huge strong arms, and the most annoying smirk of the decade. How come he’s nowhere near being confused, as I am, to have a strange girl waddling across his bedroom? He must be used to it, I assume.

  “Why so quiet today?” he nestles his head above his forearm, which puts highlight to his biceps. “I could barely keep you under control last night.”

  I need to slap myself not to get distracted.

  “I don’t know you.” I mumble stupidly. He must be so entertained now at how foolish I am acting.

  “It didn’t seem to stop you last night.”

  “Well, I don’t remember a thing about last night.” I say, annoyed. “So, you might as well not bring it to my attention.”

  “Okay, I get it you like to be a little bossy. Are you like this with all the guys? I could barely keep you from begging me to ram my hard, beautiful cock into your pussy.”

  “How dare you talk to me like that?”

  “Nuh-uh. These are your words.” He said conceitedly.

  He was probably messing with me. How on earth could I have ever let myself fall so low as to spend a kinky night with a random stranger, whom I remembered nothing about? This didn’t sound like me at all.

  Right now, I would’ve been enjoying my delicious cranberry tea, and instead, I was having a hard time putting the clothes on after waking up nakedly on the bed of some random guy.

  Yeah, no, this wasn’t me.

  “Are you gonna leave now and act like a total stranger?” he kept going on with his mockery. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard to when a random guy couldn’t just keep his mouth shut for a few seconds. “Okay, I’ll pretend I never met you and never heard you begging for my cock.”

  Hearing this, I had this unbearable incitement to punch him on the face, and usually I wasn’t even the aggressive one. Or maybe I was! Right now, there were hidden sides of me coming up to the surface.

  “Okay, Keira. That isn’t even the door. Do you see a doorknob there? I don’t think so. Don’t you remember where we got in from last night?” he kept acting like a smart-nonchalant-ass. But it was easy to since I was giving him all the reasons to act this way. Like, God! I was making a fool of myself trying to get out from the glass-walls.

  I’d been so involved with that not so glorious moment and almost let something intriguing slip by. How come he gets to know my name, while I couldn’t put up with the fact that I was lodging in a foreign bedroom in the first place? Obviously, a lot of things must’ve happened last night. Things that I couldn’t remember a thing about. So unfortunate!

  “So, this is a goodbye, huh?” he pretended to put a sad face on, while I was scrambling the room for the door to find it across the built-in closet that seemed like an alternate, individual room. “So, I guess I won’t ever see you again?” he asked and looked confused.

  “Probably, not.” I said firmly and made it out of the room.

  I take with me the guilt also, that seems to be swaying in me like a crazy train that had lost its track. The dizziness is still there, but somehow, I manage to ignore it. It doesn’t stand out to me as unbearable and undignifying as this night does. So, I let all the hurtful glory conquer me as I’m staying incapably in the center.

  The best thing that I can do for myself at this point is to once and for all forget about this night.

  But what hurts the most is that somehow part of me doesn’t want to. Some strange, unbidden, irresolvable part wants to stay tangled with this man for a while longer.

  Well, sorry, my inner, concealed, unnegotiable part! I’m already gone now, and chances are I’ll never get to see this man again.

  Well, that is how I get out of that astonishing mansion trying to stay undistracted by its magnificence, while trying to set up an apology for this bizarre part that somehow feels tangled up with this place.

  The crisp, outdoorsy air splashes on my face once I approach the driveway and take a final look at the house, which I just came out of. Wow, is this really where I spent the night? And I remember nothing about it? Wow! Gotta love insobriety.

  Trying to deal with the messy hangover that seems to be swaying me on edges piece by piece, I rummage rapidly through the back of my jean-shorts, bringing out of the pocket my phone to scroll through my Uber app and call for a car.

  Meanwhile, waiting for my Uber driver, hurting feelings take place and it seems like I’m just escaping from a place I think I didn’t make the most out of. Or maybe I did, but just don’t remember a thing about. Which is way more upsetting. And it seems like I’m reciting the same mantra to myself over and over again…

  Sorry, not sorry!

  CHAPTER TWO

  {Cason}

  The Night Before

  “She refused it,” says the caterer guy in front of me. “And told me not to keep sending her other drinks, otherwise she’d come over and spill the drink in places you wouldn’t like.”

  “That’s what she said?” I smirk and somehow seem to enjoy her stubbornness. She’s naughty. I can tell that underneath all her decentness and barriers there is a very kinky girl whom I might fuck right on this very table. Yeah, I could get any girl in this room. I’m rich and husky and well endowed (yeah, I’m talking about my cock) and can get any girl’s juices flowing. But for some reason, she’s the girl I’ve laid eyes on for today. “Well, let’s give it another shot.” Would I give up just so easily? I don’t think so. Girls like to play hard to get but once they’re on their knees, they beg me to fuck them as hard as it gets. “Let’s give the girl a Red Wine Sangria this time. Let’s see if that’ll do.”

  He seems hesitant a little. Probably because he keeps being rejected by the girl and each time (I’ve lost counts of times, really) draws back with a full drink on the hands. I look at him firmly just a second and that does to make him get on with it.

  Meanwhile, I keep looking at her. She glances at me now and then and scoffs, pretending to be annoyed. And, yes, I know it’s just a pretense! Why, you might be wondering? Because, let’s face it, what girl on their damn right mind wouldn’t wanna get fucked by the hottest, richest bachelor o
n the city? And, no, it’s not me complementing myself here. These are the exact terms used by the most prestigious magazine to describe me. And I’m like, well, I’ll take it.

  I’m just wondering how her pussy may feel when I prick my dick on it, how nice and tight she might be once I get her into my bedroom. My cock twitches in my underwear in response. Boy, I would wanna fuck her right now if possible, in this nightspot and wouldn’t care about the people around. I’m just counting minutes until she’s in.

  I’m taking notice of the whole thing, as the caterer approaches her table and offers the drink I paid for her. He looks confused, and he mumbles something to her. She, then, looks at me and sways her head with a frown on her eyes that suggests she must’ve given up.

  As she finally grabs the drink, I realize that it’s my turn to cue in and make a proper presentation for myself. She keeps mumbling something to her companion and then notices my approaching.

  “I had the impression you’d never give in.” I smirk while taking the next seat. I don’t need to feel invited, because I know I already am.

  “Well, it’s hard to if you would keep pestering me until the bar ran out of drinks.”

  “You have me all figured out already, huh?” I smile.

  “Well, sorta.” She squints. Boy! I swear she’s so worthy to be fucked when she acts like that. She’s sweet and yet stubborn, pert and yet defensive. I wonder how long it’ll get to make her show what she got.

  “I’m Cason, by the way.” I hold my hand out across the table. She looks at it, confused for a minute, and I don’t know why, but her confusion turns me on. She’s not like the other girls I’ve fucked. There’s something about her. Something I haven’t just yet figured.

  “Keira,” she says and finally shakes it.

  There you go! Keira. I’m thinking how you’ll scream when I fuck you so hard tonight you will beg for mercy. I somehow try to dust off any impetus on my complexion that seems to have gotten her like smitten for a minute.