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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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Landing my dream job: Check.
Signing the lease on a luxury apartment: Double Check.
Finding out my new boss is the jerk that broke my heart in college, And he’s my new neighbor: FML.
Asher Hawthorne is the epitome of a stuck-up suit, He’s got a rich daddy with endless connections, And a drop-dead smile that could have a saint week in the knees, But not these knees, not after he took me to a party in college only to leave with someone else…typical.
I swear he’s set his sights on making my life a living hell, Between the micro-managing and nitpicking, And the endless stream of moaning women in and out of his apartment, This grudge is about to turn into an all out war.
Rude and arrogant I can handle, But when he starts to play nice, My entire plan goes out the window.
Who the hell does he think he is making me fall for him all over again?
One stupid, thoughtless kiss and there go my traitor knees, But as one kiss turns into so much more, I realize that the line between love and hate, Is blurred by the reminder of why I fell for him in the first place.
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Prologue

Violet

“Isn’t Asher Hawthorne hot?”

My friend Casey lets out a dreamy sigh while stirring her iced French vanilla latte.

I know she’s younger than me, but I swear she sometimes acts like she’s still in high school instead of a twenty-two-year-old trying to get two degrees.

Still, I glance over my shoulder. I immediately spot who Casey is ogling. I’ve had a few classes with Asher Hawthorne. Even if I hadn’t, everyone at UPenn, let alone Wharton, knows who he is. Son of Winston Hawthorne, founder and CEO of Hawthorne Holdings. Why he needs an MBA I don’t know. I’m sure he already has a sleek office waiting for him along with a slew of talented professionals whose hard work and ideas he can take credit for.

He’s standing next to the counter chatting with another guy while waiting for his order. Dark locks peek from beneath his fitted navy blue beanie. The top button of his charcoal gray Henley shirt is undone, the placket drawing attention to a chiseled chest. Toned biceps threaten to burst through the sleeves that are rolled up to his elbows. The hems of his khakis are rolled just slightly around his ankles, too, giving them a clean look to go with his pristine white sneakers. He knows a thing or two about fashion, I’ll give him that.

Just then, he laughs as he takes off his beanie. The sound travels across the room like a deep rumble of thunder that echoes inside my chest. The lines around his mouth crinkle. His ebony eyes dance. The gold bezel of his watch—probably a Chopard or a Piaget—gleams on his wrist as he playfully ruffles his wavy hair.

I look away and douse the admiration welling up in me with a generous sip of steaming hazelnut cappuccino.

Ouch. That’s hot.

Fine. Asher Hawthorne is hot as hell. That doesn’t mean I’m going to start drooling over him or consider spreading my legs for him like every other female on campus. In fact, I still don’t like him.

Casey lets out another sigh, her gaze still pinned beyond my shoulder. “Wouldn’t you want to have a piece of him?”

“I would,” I answer. “I’d like to cut off his dick.”

Casey makes a face. “Gross.”

“Then he wouldn’t be able to fuck every woman in my class. Or the female professors. Or the research assistants. Or that woman behind the counter preparing his drink.”

Casey nods. “She does seem to be drooling over him.”

“You mean like you?”

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then with a napkin.

“It’s not my fault he looks so delicious. He’s like this sugar-coated, cream-filled churro that has the tip dipped in chocolate and you just want to suck the chocolate and lick all the sugar and—”

I put up a hand to silence her. “Now you’re being gross.”

“And it’s not just looks that he has. He’s extremely rich.”

“Because he was born into a family with lots of money.”

It’s not like he earned a single cent.

“And he’s friendly,” Casey says.

“You mean he’s cunning. He knows just what to say to people to get what he wants out of them.”

“Which just goes to show how smart he is, right? I’ve heard he can solve differential equations mentally. In less than a minute.”

I’ve heard that, too. I’ve seen him do equations on the board with just his eyes. I can’t deny he’s some kind of math whiz. That just annoys me even more. Isn’t it enough that he’s heir to billions and he looks like Henry Cavill? He has to be a genius, too?

“So what?” I shrug. “He only uses his looks, his money and his brains to get women into his bed. Don’t you find that despicable?”

Casey touches her chin. “Well…”

“He already has the world. Why can’t he content himself with one woman?”

“Maybe he hasn’t found the right one,” Casey says. “Maybe he’s still searching.”

“All of us are searching,” I tell her. “But are all of us jumping from one one-night stand to the next? No. And yet that’s exactly what he’s doing. He isn’t trying to see if one of those women is good enough for him. He never intended to keep any of them. They’re just things to him, toys to play with and then throw away like the hundreds of toys he probably had growing up. What person who’s right in the head does that?”

“Violet.”

“I bet he isn’t. Right in the head, I mean. Maybe he’s treating women like trash because he feels like trash. Maybe his mother didn’t love him. Or his father.”

“Violet.”

“Maybe Asher Hawthorne’s just not capable of love.” I lean back and fold my arms over my breasts. “Which is pathetic, really. He’s just a child. I bet he doesn’t know how to—”

I stop talking because I hear a throat clear behind me. I lift my head and find myself staring into a pair of tar-black eyes.


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Billionaire’s Baby Contract (Hawthorne Brothers #1) Read online Ashlee Price http://www.ilovenovels.com/billionaires-baby-contract-hawthorne-brothers-read-online-ashlee-price Thu, 30 Jul 2020 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/billionaires-baby-contract-hawthorne-brothers-read-online-ashlee-price Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hawthorne Brothers Series by Ashlee Price
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Total pages in book: 76
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I shouldn’t have read my secretary’s diary,
In my defense, I didn’t know it WAS her diary at first. But it made one thing clear…she wanted a baby,
And it just so happens—so did I. The night I gave in, The night I reached out and pulled her to me,
It wasn’t driven by my plan to ask her for a child, It was two years of pure pent up desire.
For two years I’d watched shy, reserved Stella work for me, She’s the only woman that I’ve let in my life,
The only woman who isn’t afraid to call me on my BS. The only woman I want to be the mother of my child—but she deserves better.

I’ve spent my life taking over my father’s company, I’m what some would call—married to my career. But the fact is, I want my own heir to pass my business on to,
And she’s my perfect opportunity. It’s simple:
No relationship obligations, No financial obligations, Just a baby. Or so I thought…
Hiding my feelings for her and the diary confession I found is more than just a complication, About the time I feel like I’ve completely shot myself in the foot, I find out,
I’m not the only one hiding a secret.
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Prologue

Ethan

"Congratulations, Ethan."

The woman in front of me smiles from ear to ear, her thin, scarlet lips the same shade as the nails pressed against her glass of champagne.

Sabrina Roth. Olympic figure skater turned CEO of a global cosmetics company. Younger sister of the Governor of Connecticut. Divorced.

It's funny. I was told this party was only for family and stockholders, and she isn't either one - at least, not the last time I checked. Yet here she is. Someone sneaked her name onto the guest list, and I know exactly who.

"Thank you," I answer politely.

Regardless of whether or not I was expecting to see her, she's a guest of the Hawthornes now. And we always treat our guests well.

She touches my arm. "So how does it feel to finally be the man running the show? I bet it must feel good to be free of Daddy's shadow."

If only that were true.

"He's still on the board so he'll still have a say in things," I reply as I glance at the man with the salt and pepper hair chatting with a couple near the desserts table. "But I do get his office."

"Fantastic," Sabrina gushes as she fidgets with the opal pendant resting at the top of her cleavage. "I love a man with a huge desk."

Something tells me that's not the only thing she likes huge on her man.

"What's it made of?" she asks. "Glass? Red oak?"

"Mahogany."

She puts a finger on her chin as her lips form a circle. "Ooh, I like it. Hard and made to last."

Okay. No more of this. I've spent two minutes with her and managed not to scoff or sneeze from that perfume she seems to have bathed herself in. That should be polite enough.

I straighten my tie. "If you'll excuse me, I have some old buddies I need to talk to."

I start to walk away but she grabs my arm, latching on like a barnacle on a whale.

"I'd love to sit down and have a talk with you sometime, too," she tells me with a gleam of mischief in her teal eyes as she presses her breast against my elbow. "You know, CEO to CEO. I could even give you some tips. I could get us reservations at this amazing restaurant that serves even better salmon than was in those hors d'oeuvres I had tonight."

Those crostini toasts with turnip cream and fennel foam that were prepared by a Michelin-starred chef?

"That was actually tuna," I tell Sabrina as nicely as I can.

"Oh." Her grip on my arm loosens.

"And as much as I appreciate your offer, I'm afraid I'm going to be very busy from now on, as I'm sure you understand."

She steps back and straightens her shoulders in an effort to regain her dignity. "Yes, of course."

I make my way to the bar where my brothers are parked. I grab the martini glass in front of Asher and gulp its contents down, hoping the bitter liquid will wash away the unpleasant taste of my conversation with Sabrina.

It's not enough.

"One Scotch, neat," I tell the bartender after setting down the empty glass.

Asher studies it. "That bad, huh?"

"Now I know what a scratching post feels like," I tell him.

Ryker chuckles.

Asher glances over his shoulder. "That kitty in silver does look like she's got claws. Think she'd rather rake them down my back?"

I roll my eyes at my brother. He's just three years younger than I am, but I swear he sometimes acts like a teenager, especially where the opposite sex is concerned.

Women are like math problems to him. He takes an interest. He enjoys trying to figure them out, find out which formula applies to each one - usually sleeps with them in the process - and then when he has the answer, he sets them aside and moves on. I mean, you solve a math problem once and there's nothing more left to do with it except to leave it and let someone else have a go.

I've tried to set him straight, of course, but Asher's got a mind of his own. Besides, it's not entirely his fault. Women throw themselves at him. My hope is that one day there will be a woman who won't, someone who's complex enough that he won't be able to figure her out easily and will never get tired of trying. Until then?

"Behave," I remind him as I take a sip of my Scotch.

Asher grins. "Don't worry, big bro. I'm not interested in your hand-me-downs any longer."

I have no idea what he's talking about. I've never handed him any of my stuff except for my Montana Hummingbird guitar, which he begged to have.

"But Dad sure is persistent about you settling down, huh?" Asher asks.

I frown. I'm not sure "persistent" quite cuts it. I was actually worried that he would refuse to hand over the company reins to me unless I had a wedding ring on first. I'm glad that wasn't the case. Still, he made it very clear that he wants an heir to Hawthorne Holdings as soon as possible. Hell, he's even shoving women in my face, hoping one of them will impress me enough that I'll marry her and get her pregnant.


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