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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)

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No woman will make me fall in love. I’m not the settling down type.
Famous last words…

Life can change in a damn instant.
I should know that.
Mine did the moment I walked through the front door of my penthouse and found Danica on her hands and knees cleaning.

One look—that’s all it took.
I saw her and I wanted her on her knees for an entirely *different* reason.

There’s just one small issue.
Danica doesn’t want me. She’s not looking for a billionaire to waltz in and save the day for her.
Apparently, my curvy, little vixen saves her own day.

Still, she belongs to me—even if she tries to fight it.
I’ll step up and make sure she’s safe.
I’ll show her I’m not into games.
I want her heart and I’m playing to win.

Welcome to the Billionaire Playboys, I know, I know. You're thinking "playboys" no thanks, that’s not for me. That’s okay because that’s not what this series it’s about. It’s about Five Brothers, Parker, Ezra, Boston, Sylvester and Theo. These Alphas work hard and play harder. Especially when it comes to making their woman fall in love with them. In each story in this series you'll get an Alpha Hero, an independent heroine, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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Prologue

DANICA

Seven Years Earlier

“If you walk out of that door, young lady, don’t come back, not ever!” Those are the last words I hear as the door softly closes behind me.Taking everything I can in my small duffle bag and backpack, with only the money I earned from my job working as a cashier in the all-natural, uber-organic grocery store the past two years to my name. The man who just spewed those last words, he’s full of hate and self-righteousness in his narcissistic behavior. The kicker of it all, my own flesh and blood didn’t do a damn thing to stop him. My mom stood right beside him as her husband chewed my ass out over the simplest of things. This time, it was because I got home too late from work. My job is my saving grace, picking up as many hours as I can to stay out of the house, away from anything and everything Charles Masterson. His lecherous eyes and perverted words he uses when Mom isn’t around are despicable. Earlier this week, he commented that my skirt should be shorter when his business associates are over for dinner. I didn’t say a word and bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. It’s a miracle I made it through the dinner, excusing myself as fast as I could only to lock myself in my room, my desk door underneath the handle to keep myself as safe as possible. The time was coming for me to leave, or I’d be used in a way no woman should ever be if she doesn’t want that life for herself.

When Charles started on his bullshit the minute I walked through the door, ignoring him was the only option. My bag was already packed in preparedness, though I’d hoped to at least get through my senior year of high school. I guess my luck ran out. It’s better this way—for my dignity, my sanity, and my safety. With that thought, I throw my middle finger up, giving him and my mother the best salute there is, even if they can’t see it through the upper Manhattan super-elite-of-the-elite apartment. How my mother ever fell for someone as disgusting as Charles Masterson I have no idea. I mean, sure, living in poverty isn’t fun, but I’d rather be poor and hungry than be taken against my will. I shake my head in disgust as I head to the women’s shelter to see if there’s a room I can use until I figure out my next move.

“Danica, wait! Dani!” I hear my name off in the distance. My eyes move from one corner to the other, trying to figure out where my mother’s voice is coming from. She’s the epitome of style, grace, and demure, a Stepford wife through and through these days. Another side effect from Charles Masterson. And if he saw her running, he’d have an absolute coronary.

“Mom, go back inside. I’ll be fine.” She can’t choose between me and her husband. Really, she shouldn’t either. I’m eighteen now, responsible for myself. There are two more months between me and my next goal. Accomplishing going to school while being homeless might put a damper in things, but where there’s a will, there’s a way.

“Take this, Danica, and get the hell out of this place.” My mom’s usually perfectly styled hair is messed up from the wind plus running. How she managed to run in heels without falling flat on her face obviously took some practice. That isn’t what has me staggering back, though. Nope, that would be the now unconcealed marks along her neck. I’m shaken to my core, shocked beyond disbelief when I shouldn’t be. Charles Masterson is a monster, hiding beneath five-thousand-dollar suits, millions of dollars, and a smug smile.

“Come with me. Don’t go back, please.” We may not have the best relationship since Charles entered the picture, but that doesn’t mean I want any ill will brought to her. She is my mother after all. Which is why a lump is forming in the back of my throat, causing me to lose what little oxygen I had and making it hard to finish my next sentence.

“I can’t, but you can get out of here. Take this. There’s money, your birth certificate, and a few other things. Go be free, sweetheart. I love you.” I wrap my arms around her body, hugging her tightly like I used to before bed each night and early in the morning when she was sending me off to school.

“I love you, too, Mom.” Her body is rigid within our embrace, a small whimper leaves her lips, and I know she’s staying back for reasons I’m unprepared to think about. I soak in the last time I’ll probably have her like this. It sucks. The whole situation does. How she got wrapped up in Charles Masterson I have no idea, and her choosing to stay isn’t helping matters.

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Playing His Games (Billionaire Playboys #4) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/playing-his-games-billionaire-playboys-4-read-online-tory-baker Tue, 09 May 2023 20:48:57 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/playing-his-games-billionaire-playboys-4-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Tory Baker Series: Billionaire Playboys Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)

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I’m a self-proclaimed bachelor. I need no one. Until her.

When a friend asked me to hire his youngest daughter, I had reservations. Yet, I needed a secretary. So, I said why not. Sometimes being a good guy backfires on you. This is definitely one of those times.

Fawn is younger than me—way too young. She’s also a walking fantasy that tortures me daily with images running through my mind of all the dirty things I want to do to her.

I need her so much I can taste it. I try to resist, but once I see the hunger in her beautiful eyes, it’s over, just like my bachelor days.

She might think I’m playing games. She’s wrong. I’m claiming her as mine…
Forever.
Welcome to the Billionaire Playboys, I know, I know. You're thinking "playboys" no thanks, that’s not for me. That’s okay because that’s not what this series it’s about. It’s about Four Brothers, Parker, Ezra, Boston, and Theo. These Alphas work hard and play harder. Especially when it comes to making their woman fall in love with them. In each story in this series you'll get an Alpha Hero, an independent heroine, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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Prologue

SLY

Two Months Earlier

“Come in,” I tell the closed door of my office. The thick heavy door is a newly welcomed addition, providing quiet from the busy hallway. Employees coming and going, plus the rare appointments I do take waiting outside my walls, as well the constant chatter made it inconducive to talking on the phone with all the noise. My current secretary, Yolanda, is retiring. The woman is older than me by nearly twenty years, can run circles right around me, and is the only person who can boss me around who isn’t family, blood related or not. Yolanda is a damn fine woman, dealing with the shit she does at Sterling & Associates. We’re losing one fuck of a rockstar. Putting up with me is hard on a good day. I’m bitterly aware of my workaholic ways, my singular focus when I’m on and off the clock. Hell, I’ve got a divorce to prove how much I love my job. Winning a high-profile case gives me more than money—it gives me a Goddamn boner.

Which is more than my ex-wife did. Don’t get me wrong; she’s not completely at fault. Being saddled with someone like me is not for the weak minded. Once two people who would scratch an itch, Leslie and I went into our marriage for a mutual benefit. We got married in order for me to make partner at my last practice, and she agreed for the money and prestige that came along with my last name. Three years later, she hated me, and we both grew bitter toward one another. Neither of us was in love with the other, and the sex had long since dried up, as well as the attention Leslie needed and deserved. Our marriage wasn’t worth salvaging. While she enjoyed the benefit of being Mrs. Sterling and the money it came with, Leslie wanted more—more attention, more of a husband that I wasn’t willing to give her, and she wanted the next big dick with more zeros in his bank account than I did at the time. I wasn’t innocent in our relationship. It’s why when I came home with divorce papers, giving her a healthy settlement, a quick divorce, she took it and ran.

My friend Jack Peterson, the one who’s become a traitorous prick with his recent phone call, helped me out when I needed him most. I hadn’t heard from him in years, each of us working in a different area, him as an influential family attorney, me more in the corporate arena. That didn’t stop him from calling in a favor, one I owed him since he wrote an iron-clad divorce settlement, papers so rock solid Leslie couldn’t come crawling back years later crying poor and begging an attorney to take her case and try to squeeze more money out of me. Yeah, I’m a jaded prick. Fucking sue me.

Jack did his job so well that Leslie made out better than most trophy housewives would have, with money and a home in upstate New York. Since she couldn’t call bias and a judge couldn’t either, the minute the ink dried on our divorce papers, I was formulating a new plan entirely. One that included leaving the law office where I crawled my way up from the bottom of the totem pole to the very top. I’m not ashamed to admit I hated walking through the doors every day, hated answering to a boss, and hated the way my skin would crawl with each mandatory meeting. I would much rather work for myself. It was a simple plan that manifested from the ground up, which in turn meant I was starting my own firm. It took twelve years to get Sterling & Associates to where it is today, employing more than one hundred employees. And each one knows my door is open should they ever need to ask for advice on a case or to talk out a problem.

“Mr. Sterling, Fawn Peterson is here for her first day of training.” Yolanda opens the door. I glance away from the files I’m currently combing through on my desk, an acquisition in the works for my friends at Four Brothers. When I look up, she’s not at all who I was expecting. She’s a vision of temptation, a forbidden morsel, and I’ve barely gotten a glimpse at the brunette beauty. Jack, her father and asshole of all assholes, is an average man. His daughter, on the other hand, is not. I stand up from my place behind my desk, chair backing up as I do, and button my jacket, a damn good thing, too. One damn look, and wouldn’t you know it? My cock decides it’s time to make his presence known. Never mind the fact that I jerked off this morning, attempting to tame the beast while allowing the anger at myself for going too long between finding relief in a different sort of way. My schedule makes even an hour of downtime nearly impossible.

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Playing With Her (Billionaire Playboys #3) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/playing-with-her-billionaire-playboys-3-read-online-tory-baker Mon, 24 Apr 2023 15:56:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/playing-with-her-billionaire-playboys-3-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic Authors: Tory Baker Series: Billionaire Playboys Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)

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I always get what I want and what I want is Amelie.
One month after leaving, my only thoughts were of the woman I left to protect. Thoughts of her consumed me night and day, pushing me to work harder and faster in order to have her back in my arms. The need to protect her from my own blood, a father who would ruin me and anyone that means anything to me in order to further his political career.
Now I’m back, ready to lock down the woman I love and it seems we both have news to share with one another, hers more important than mine.

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Prologue

BOSTON

One Month Earlier

Christ, leaving the woman beneath me in the morning is going to be fucking hard. But my brothers at Four Brothers summoned me back as an emergency, and I have no choice but to go. Pushing it off by even a day is stretching it. Parker, Ezra, and Theo may not be family by blood; they’re still more than I’ve ever had before. What none of them know is I’ve fallen fast and hard. Being with Amelie is as easy as breathing.

“Fuck, I need more. Need to get deeper. Closer,” I groan. Amelie’s head is tipped back, her eyes are closed, and piles of her auburn hair are spread out on the mattress. The view she’s giving me… Son of a bitch. Spectacular is the only way to put it—soft fair skin flush from the impending orgasm slowly trying to consume both of us. That high she was so close to achieving ebbs as I move her legs from being wrapped around my lower back. Now, one is on top of my shoulder, giving me the room I need, wanting to bottom out inside the woman who is making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

“Damn it, Boston. I was almost there.” There’s fire in her tone, rich, intense, and her green eyes with flecks of gold surrounding them pop open. She’s pissed at me, and for good reason. She’ll get hers soon, only this time, it’ll be more intense for the both of us.

“I don’t think you’re too put out, are you?” I dip my body lower, my tongue sliding around her nipple, and feel the dig of her fingertips pressing into my scalp, pulling me closer. The grumble of annoyance she lets out has me suppressing a smile. Amelie wants what she wants, when she wants it. This being our last night for who knows how long, I’m going to make it last.

“Please, don’t tease me.” She uses her foot, planting it on the mattress, lifting her hips up to match each one of my thrusts. Each time I pull out, the ripple of her cunt has my own body locking up, all that velvet heat wrapped around my dick. I’m giving in to what she wants not because I’m a pushover. Oh no. I want the same thing she does. Amelie loves nothing more than to have my lips wrapped around her nipples, pulling the distended tip into my mouth. I swear she can come from my mouth alone and not with me between her spread legs. Nipple play alone does it for her. The way she arches her back, offering me more of her body, it’s only fair that I reward us both. I suck deeply, tongue pushing her nipple to the roof to my mouth, while keeping up a steady rhythm of my hips rocking in and out of her, not as hard before, albeit deeper, hitting her cervix. I wish like hell I’d had the forethought to do away with condoms. Though, it would have me coming before her, so maybe it’s a good thing after all.

“You like that, beautiful? Fuck, yeah, you do. You’re taking my cock perfectly, Amelie. Christ, you’re going to make me come before I’m ready.” I pull away from her nipple, hand wrapping around the back of her neck, holding her, eyes locked on one another even though I won’t have them for long. Amelie can’t keep her eyes open while coming. We’ve tried. Fuck, have we ever. It doesn’t matter that I’ll stop mid-orgasm in order for her to open her eyes, desperately wanting her to see the rawness before she takes me with her.

“Boston!” I swivel my hips on one powerful thrust inside her. My pubic bone hits her clit. There’s no way I’m going to take my hand away from the back of her neck, or from holding her leg hostage over my shoulder. My fingertips tighten against her creamy thigh, leaving a whole different impression besides wearing both of us out after this third and final round tonight.

“Come on my cock, beautiful. Squeeze the cum out of me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She nods rapidly, her wetness gliding a path. Fuck, I love how she gets off, with my fingers, my mouth, or my cock. It’s a damn vision, a work of art, and it’s all mine.

“Oh God, yes, yes, yes!” The tight clamp her pussy has on my cock triggers my own orgasm. I thrust my hips through hers while I reach my own, hands tingling, swallowing down the groan, and keep my eyes locked on Amelie’s pretty face, her eyes slammed shut, lips pursed, high cheekbones colored with lust. I didn’t move my gaze from where it’s locked the entire time. There’s no way I’m going to be able to move after this. Amelie’s body has to be as tired as my own. It’s been a marathon of sex. I told her the news yesterday, of my impending trip back home, and was unable to give her an answer of when I’d be coming back, only that I’d be here as soon as I could. A few words were threatening to come out, but it wouldn’t be fair, not to her or to myself. She may not know it yet, and I’ll tell her the truth one day, but I’m protecting her, leaving to put out a fire. If not for the screwup I call a father, she’d be boarding my private jet right along with me.

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Playing With Fire (Billionaire Playboys #2) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/playing-with-fire-billionaire-playboys-2-read-online-tory-baker Fri, 24 Mar 2023 15:26:07 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/playing-with-fire-billionaire-playboys-2-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Billionaire Playboys Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)

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A wife. Happily ever after. That was never in the cards for me, not with a past like mine.

Everything changed when Millie entered my life. The no labels I demanded on our heated encounters became meaningless when she threatened to walk away. There’s only one thing a man can do when he realizes the woman he loves is going to leave forever.
I have to fix not only myself, but our relationship. I’m not willing to let go of Millie, even if promising her forever means I’m playing with fire.

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"If you want to heal your heart's wounds, start healing your thoughts." -Alexandra Vasiliu

ONE

Millie

“Two black coffees, please, and a date with you tonight.” Ezra walks in for the third day in a row this week. I have one AirPod in my ear, in which my best friend, Nessa, is talking about her plans with Parker this weekend and if I’m working or can take a day off work.

“Let me call you back. Some tall, handsome man in a suit is asking for coffee and a date.” I wink at Ezra. He’s in one of his expensive three-piece suits, hair slicked back in a way that tells me Four Brothers has him in meeting after meeting today. The two-day beard growth still shows off his jawline, darker than his hair color of ash brown with streaks of blond here and there. His gray eyes, though… Only three percent of the population has that beautiful color; I know because after meeting him, the first thing I did when there was a lull in customers was look it up, and they suck me into his vortex each and every time.

“We were together last night. Are you missing me already?” I ask after I hear the clicking in my ear telling me that Nessa hung up. Imagine our luck.—Parker and Ezra are best friends, and Nessa and I are best friends. Nothing could have prepared me for the coincidence when I received the call from my girl to tell me that when she took my place at her charity auction, who the winning bidder was. Getting sick never led to such great results before, because Nessa and Parker are conjoined at the hip, completely in love. As for Ezra and me, he’s not there, but that’s not to say I’m not.

“Is there a rule saying I can’t have you in my bed every night of the week?” Ezra grumbles when I have to be up and at Books and Brews earlier than sunrise. I always suggest going home the night before or him staying in bed on the rare occurrences we make it back to my place. Ezra is a creature of habit; I get it, completely. The coffee shop I’ve been working at since college is that way for me. My small studio apartment, on the other hand, is also me—colorful, full of dark moody colors, outfitted with as many thrifted items I could find instead of polluting the earth with brand-new things when others are often getting rid of great stuff because it isn’t on trend. What works for us may not work for others. I’m at Books and Brews starting at seven o’clock in the morning and not closing until three in the afternoon. The only snafu is the mornings—Ezra is not one to get up early if he doesn’t have to.

“I didn’t say that. Let me grab your coffees.” The coffee shop is currently quiet for the time being; I know I’ve got about twenty more minutes before we’ll be balls to the walls, chaos ensuing. If my barista no-call, no-shows today, I am going to be pissed. The owners of Books and Brews are now living on a white sandy beach in Florida. Their son comes in once or twice a month to look over the books on the computer, makes sure the shop isn’t burnt to the ground, and that’s about it. He doesn’t want this place. I do, though, which makes it imperative that I keep it clean as a whistle, rolling in the black while also maintaining things running smoothly. So, I won’t run to Bonnie, Chad, or even their son, Scott. I do what needs to be done on my own.

“What time were you thinking?” Ezra likes a pour-over, which takes a bit longer than pulling the lever in the pre-brewed coffee. This way makes it smoother yet stronger. I slide the two cups of coffee toward him after putting the lids on the to-go cups. If he were staying, I’d have given him the thrifted mugs we use. They’re a dime a dozen, a reason for us to recycle, and when one breaks, we don’t have to worry about the cost to replace it. I just find another mug when I’m venturing out to thrift stores on a Sunday, the only day we’re officially closed.

“My last meeting is at six. I can pick you up around seven.” What I thought was a slight wince clearly isn’t. It’s noticeable in the look he gives me. The last thing I want to do is close up the shop, clean, do inventory, drop off a deposit at the bank, then finally head home just to get dolled up. It’s a Thursday evening, too, which means every place is going to have some kind of a wait even if it’s not for reservations.

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Playing Dirty (Billionaire Playboys #1) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/playing-dirty-billionaire-playboys-1-read-online-tory-baker Mon, 13 Feb 2023 18:42:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/playing-dirty-billionaire-playboys-1-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Authors: Tory Baker Series: Billionaire Playboys Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)

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A recluse. A Billionaire. That’s who I am. I haven’t wanted or needed anything in a long time, especially not a woman.

That is until my eyes lock on a beautiful woman who shines brighter than a diamond, standing on a platform, waiting for men to bid on her for a date as part of a charity auction event. It’s something I wanted no part of until my business partner forced my hand.
Now the only goal I have is to take what I want and what I want is Nessa Taylor. I’ll make sure none of the vultures circling her get a chance. She’s mine even if I have to play dirty to have her.

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“Write what should not be forgotten.”

― Isabel Allende

ONE

Parker

“Who’s the girl?” I ask Ezra, my business partner and childhood best friend. We are standing inside The Met, drinks in hand, each of us wearing a suit worth too fucking much—thousands scratching five figures—and the kicker is I’m not usually one to put on a Brioni on a Saturday night, for a charity gala no less. I take a sip of the amber liquid in the crystal-cut tumbler, appreciating the burn as the bourbon travels down my throat while my eyes never leave the girl on stage. Girl isn’t the term I’d use to define her. The curves of her body leave little to the imagination in the dress she’s wearing, defining every slope of her body. She’s a woman to the core.

“Nessa Taylor, which is odd because Millie is meant to be up on stage tonight, yet Nessa is in her place,” he responds, a question in his tone. I quirk my eyebrow. My gaze doesn’t meet Ezra’s, though. It’s currently locked on the beauty whose name I was just given.

“And she is?” Forty-one years old, and here I am, asking about a woman whose background I could probably delve so deeply into I’d know the exact date she started her menstrual cycle with one quick phone call. Not that I feel the need to do that deep of a dive into Miss Taylor’s background.

“Only daughter to Ed and Maria Taylor from Taylor and Associates Software.” I don’t respond. The company he speaks of has been around for nearly thirty years, rightful billionaires themselves, making headway when cell phones became smart phones long before their times, and judging by the smirk on Ezra’s face in my peripheral vision, I’d say he can tell I’m more than intrigued.

“And where is Millie?” I soak in the vision on the podium, not moving from my position by the bar, knowing these damn events bore the fuck out of me, the only thing that will keep me occupied besides the beauty before me is the expensive bourbon. Who I now know is Nessa is a sight. Dark chocolate hair swept up in some kind of meticulous style, showing the slope of her neck, which is soft and delicate looking. Eyes that are such a vivid green I can see them from this far back, dark minky eyelashes surrounding them. A plush lower lip my body is begging to see what it’d feel like beneath mine, wanting to see what they’d look like wrapped around my cock. My gaze travels lower. The white fabric of her dress dips low, displaying a tantalizing set of tits that has me licking my lips. Her waist is narrow, hips flaring out, and a long shapely leg is peeking from the slit of her dress with every step she takes.

“No idea. Millie said she’d be here, something about this being the only time you’d ever see her on any type of auction block, not wanting to feel like a cow being sold at a meat market.” His response shines a light on exactly what Millie is to him. Huh, it seems my best friend has a vice after all. There’s definitely more to the story that he’s not willing to talk about right now. That’s okay with me. There will come a time when Ezra lays it all out. Hopefully this time, it won’t be with his fist hitting the next available surface or my face. My friend has a wicked fucking left hook. I drop the subject, not willing to be his next poor and unsuspecting victim.

“You better get your paddle ready. The bid is already at sixty thousand, Parker.”

“I’ve got sixty thousand going once, going twice…” I’m knocked out of my thoughts of Nessa displaying her body on a podium much like she is now, with not a stitch of clothing on her body except for the heels. My imagination has run wild all while I almost missed my opportunity with the beauty in front of my eyes.

“Fuck.” The word tumbles from my lips. My hand reaches inside the breast pocket of my suit jacket, finding the paddle, raising it as a ring man walks in front of me, his face lighting up. He knows we’re about to get into a bidding war, except I’m not going to let it get that far.

“Sixty-one to number seven-five-seven.” He points towards me. The other gentleman bidding on Nessa is clearly older than even me, bald, sagging skin around his jaw, and a paunch stomach.

“Sixty-five thousand,” the man old enough to be her grandfather volleys back.

“One hundred thousand.” Silence seizes around us. Ezra’s face doesn’t give a hint of what he’s thinking, but I know he’s internally salivating for the moment when we’re alone to figure out what the fuck I’m thinking.

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