Text 2 Lovers

by J. D. Hollyfield

  I thought she’d been kidding, but she was serious. In the past two months, I’ve seen her when I go out with Dani and Ram, but we haven’t fucked. That much. Way less than before. Okay, so it was this morning. But still…we’re in no better position than we were months ago. Hate fucking on speed dial is how you’d define our “relationship.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “She wasn’t herself this morning at the bank. I can always tell when Andie is off. She’s crabbier than normal and emotional. Something has upset her. Was it you and her?”

  I reflect back to this morning when she showed up at the loft on the way to work. She’d looked as though she actually wanted to talk but stupid me was in a hurry. I just tossed her over my shoulder and took her to my room. Once I had my lips on her neck, her words died in her throat. We fucked, and then she left in a huff. Business as usual for us.

  “She seemed okay. I would offer to talk to her but she hates me,” I tell her.

  Dani lets out a sound of frustration. “Well, she won’t even talk to me right now which is a first. But that’s not why I’m here. She got…well, she told off our boss…you see, she got fir—”

  She’s cut off when Andie storms into my office. I drag my gaze from Dani to take in the woman, who only hours ago, I had my cock sunk deep inside. When we’re fucking, the chaotic world around us seems to go quiet. But the moment we come, it’s game back on.

  “Dani, go. I need to have a word with big boy over there,” Andie snaps, causing her friend to jolt in surprise.

  Dani shoots me a look that begs for me to get to the bottom of things but be nice in the process. I’m great at getting to the bottom of things. Nice…not so much. She gives me a thankful smile, squeezes Andie along the way, and then shuts the door behind her. Andie is tense as fuck and drops her purse to the floor. Her body is physically shaking. I’m out of my chair in an instant, the need to comfort her surprisingly overwhelming me. When I get close to her, she hisses.

  “This is all your fault!” Her dark blonde eyebrows are furled together in an angry manner. She starts to pace, but I grab her by the elbow and haul her into my arms. Her body squirms at first, but then she sags against me in defeat. I stroke her sleek blonde hair that seems to be getting longer each day. She doesn’t hug me back, but she certainly doesn’t try to pull away.

  “What’s my fault? Talk to me, hothead.”

  She lets out a ragged breath, and I fear she’s barely holding in tears. “I got fired.”

  Pulling away, I look down at her. Her pretty blue eyes shimmer with unshed tears and her plump bottom lip wobbles madly. I slide my hand to her throat and reach up with my thumb to stop it. Hot breath tickles my thumb.

  “Why did you get fired?” I ask softly, my gaze fixated on her perfect mouth.

  She lets out a whimper of defeat. “I was late and having a really shitty day and—”

  “Aren’t you always late?” I retort, smirking at her.

  A half-smile tugs at her lips. “Not this late.” She huffs. “Besides, I never told off my boss before. I’d had enough, though. I was feeling like crap. I just told him to—”

  “Go fuck himself?”

  At least this earns me a cute smile. Usually, I’m privy to the vicious, evil grins or the devious fuck-me-against-the-fireplace smiles. Never the adorable ones. Those, she keeps locked in a vault around me.

  “He didn’t like it and canned me.”

  “I’m sorry my big dick got you fired,” I tell her with a smug grin. “But I can fix this. I happen to know the boss at this other company. He’s lenient with hotties who are late because they’ve been busy getting the D. In fact, he’s supportive of that reason.” I’m trying to cheer her up, but it only pisses her off.

  “I knew you’d make a joke about it. This is serious! I have…responsibilities. I can’t be on the streets,” she yells, jerking away from me. This time, the tears do escape, which really fucking scares me. Andie is never this upset about anything. She’s mean and hateful but never sad and vulnerable.

  “Come on,” I growl, grabbing her by the elbow. She starts bitching at me as I drag her out of my office. We both ignore the shocked stares of everyone around us as I haul her down to Chance Douglas’s office. We’re going to fix this right now. As soon as I burst into his office, he stares up at me wide eyed. Then, his eyes slip over to Andie. A flicker of appreciation washes over his features before he schools them. I tamper down the jealousy and get down to business.

  “Give her a job,” I order.

  Chance frowns at me. “As your HR person, I would first suggest you take your hand off this potential employee—”

  “Not potential. Give her a job, now.”

  “Roman! You’re being a little shit right now,” she gripes, unsuccessfully trying to wriggle from my grip.

  “Roman, buddy,” Chance starts. “The only job open right now is—”

  “Whatever it is, give it to her. Now. Make her sign the paperwork. Pay her much better than what she made at the bank,” I cut in.

  Chance lets out a breath of frustrated air. “Fine. Ma’am, please sit.”

  She gives me a scathing look before plopping down in the chair. I don’t miss the relief in her shoulders, though. And that has my male pride thumping wildly in my chest. I leave the office and head back toward mine. Twenty minutes later, Andie comes strolling in my office like she owns the joint.

  “You messed up, you big oaf,” she tells me, her deviant smile in place. “You guys are now paying me double what I made at the bank.” Pride shines in her eyes and it gets my dick hard. “And to do what? Keep up with you? Easy fucking peasy.”

  Wait?

  What?

  She beams at me. “Executive assistant to the CEO.”

  Fuck.

  “Oh shit,” I murmur under my breath.

  A brief look of hurt flashes in her eyes before she schools it away. “Oh shit is right. So show me to my desk. Where will I be sitting?”

  I scrub my face and stand. Outside my office is a little cubicle, but then Chance would be free to look out his window all day at her and I’m not sure I like that idea. Actually, I’m really fucking sure I don’t like that idea.

  “There,” I point at a conference table in the corner of my office. “Your desk is there.”

  She frowns and walks over to it, swaying her hips along the way. Today she looks killer hot in a short skirt and knee-high boots. Working with her every day is going to be fucking impossible.

  But I do love me a challenge…

  “This isn’t a desk. It’s a table,” she argues.

  “So I’ll buy you a desk.”

  “I want a computer.”

  “Duh.”

  “And, like, one of those cute stands that you can hold all your color-coded folders in.”

  “Umm, fine. I don’t know what that is, but sure.”

  “Also, I want one of those really heavy paper weights so I can throw it at you when you piss me off.”

  I growl. “Nope.”

  “A Nerf gun then? A slingshot?”

  Moving into her space, I inhale her sweet scent before sliding my hands to her waist. “Is that all?”

  “Umm, I want two hour lunches.”

  “No.”

  “Please?”

  “Only if you have lunch with me.”

  Silence.

  She turns in my arms and surprisingly doesn’t hit or kick me. “You know this is a really bad idea, right?”

  I palm her ass and pull her against me so she feels how hard I am. “I’m comfortable in my choices.”

  Once again, her eyes shimmer with an emotion that I believe is happiness. As if, for once, I’ve said the right goddamned thing.

  “We can’t fuck here,” I murmur, my lips finding the shell of her ear.

  She moans and her fingers grip at the front of my suit. “Over there then?”

  I laugh and steal her lips with mine. She lets me kiss her sweetly for a good thirty seconds befor
e she starts trying to undress me.

  “Andie,” I groan and pull away from her. “Not here. Not right now.”

  Hurt flashes in her eyes before she lets anger guard her heart. “Not here. Not now. Not ever. Got it. Anything else, Mr. Holloway?” She jerks away and crosses her arms over her ample chest. Goddamn those tits.

  “Don’t be like that. I just…I want to…you and I can’t…”

  “I should have known better,” she snaps and starts toward the door.

  Frowning in confusion, I trot after her. “Should have known what?”

  Her blonde hair whips around as she glares at me, her finger right in my face. “That this was all a fucking joke. I knew it. For one tiny second I thought it wasn’t. Fuck me, was I wrong.”

  I reach for her, but the little psycho kicks me in the fucking shin. Again. I have a permanent bruise there from her.

  “Fuck!” I roar.

  She gives me the middle finger. “I read the tiny print on those forms. You can’t fire me for pre-existing conditions. I’m your nightmare now. Since this is all your fault, you deserve it.”

  Confusion washes over me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  Again, tears well in her eyes before she quickly blinks them away. “Tomorrow, I will start and I want all of my requests met.”

  “I already told you. Done. Now would you stop being so damn hormonal and talk to me?” I demand.

  She gives me a shove and hisses like a fucking cat. “Hormonal?” she screeches, her voice shrill. “You haven’t seen hormonal yet!”

  “Andie—”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Blink. Blink. Blink.

  “And it’s yours. See you tomorrow, Daddy Douchebag.”

  Roman and Andie’s story continues soon in…

  Hate 2 Lovers

  Dear Reader,

  So you made it to the end and you want to know who wrote what…

  Since J.D. Hollyfield writes fun, feisty females, we left Dani (and Andie) to her! And since K Webster loves writing a tortured male, we left Ram (and Roman) up to her!

  Did you guess right?

  Did you have fun?

  We hope you enjoyed our little book and thank you for taking the time to post a review. Hate 2 Lovers will come out before you know it and we’re pumped to write all about Andie and Roman—those two are crazy!

  If you want to have more fun with us, come find us in our active reader groups on FB. We like popping into each other’s groups and harassing each other from time to time (okay every day)! See ya there!

  K & J

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  A huge thank you to my amazing friend J.D. Hollyfield. What started as a story about a guy named Tom and his kink for making love to frozen turkeys, we’ve come a long way in turning a silly concept into an actual real romance story where no headless poultry were harmed by basement dwelling hillbillies with a hard-on. One day we’ll pick up Turkey Tom again though and we’ll make that story our bitch. Until then, I look forward to more of these conventional type romances with you. The cuntversations we have are brilliant and I’m glad we are so cute. We really are soooo cute.

  Thank you to my husband, Matt. I love you more than words can describe. Your support means the world.

  I want to thank the people who read this beta book early and gave me incredible support. Elizabeth Clinton, Ella Stewart, Amanda Soderlund, Amy Bosica, Shannon Martin, Brooklyn Miller, Robin Martin, Amy Simms, and Sunny Borek. (I hope I didn’t forget anyone.) You guys always provide AMAZING feedback. You all give me helpful ideas to make my stories better and give me incredible encouragement. I appreciate all of your comments and suggestions. Love you ladies!

  Also, a big thank you to Vanessa Renee Place for proofreading our story after editing. You always save me in a pinch and I can’t thank you enough!! Love ya!

  A big thank you to my author friends who have given me your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to me.

  Thank you to all of my blogger friends both big and small that go above and beyond to always share my stuff. You all rock! #AllBlogsMatter

  I’m especially thankful for my Krazy for K Webster’s Books reader group. You ladies are wonderful with your support and friendship. Each and every single one of you is amazingly supportive and caring. #Cucumbers4Life

  I am totally thankful for my author group, the COPA gals, for being there when I need to take a load off and whine. Y’all rock!

  Vanessa Bridges and Manda Lee from Prema Editing, thanks so much for editing our book!

  Thank you Stacey Blake for working through a time crunch and always being so flexible. I love you! I love you! I love you!

  A big thanks to my PR gal, Nicole Blanchard. You are fabulous at what you do and keep me on track! And also thank you to The Hype PR gals for sharing the love!

  Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there that are willing to hear my story and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me!

  Thank you first to my bomb ass husband. Who always puts me before himself. I know it takes a lot to deal with a writer. So thank you for all those times you’ve questioned my sanity at two in the morning, and just turned and walked away. Since they haven’t invented a word strong enough for how much I love you so we will stick with the four letter word for now.

  To K. Webster, who I think is an okay gal and probably wouldn’t jump in front of a bus for, but definitely would whistle to warn her or something. Thank you for being awesome and funny and scary all in one. This friendship has been one big laugh after another. You are talented and kind and one giving human. My heart feels funny just knowing I have such an amazing friend in my life and I cunt believe how lucky I am. I’m thankful for you. And always remember, “We’re so cute.”

  Thank you to my editor Vanessa Bridges and her team at PREMA for their efforts in this story. Thank you to my amazing Beta team, and all the ladies who offered their eyes on this project. Amy Wiater, Jennifer Hanson, and anyone else I missed who took the time to jump on my story and work together to make it what it is today. I appreciate you all!

  Thank you to All by Design for the amazing cover! You nailed it. As you nail everything else. (Not everyone. Whole nother conversation…)

  Thank you to my awesome reader group, Club JD. All your constant support for what I do warms my heart. I appreciate all the time you take in helping my stories come to life within this community.

  A big hug and wine clink to Stacey at Champagne Formats for always making my books look so pretty.

  And most importantly every single reader and blogger! THANK YOU for all that you do. For supporting me, reading my stories, spreading the word. It’s because of you that I get to continue in this business. And for that I am forever grateful.

  Cheers. This big glass of wine is for you.

  K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark romance, romantic suspense, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of nearly fourteen years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

  Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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  THE BREAKING THE RULES SERIES:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)


  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  THE VEGAS ACES SERIES:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  THE BECOMING HER SERIES:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega Duet:

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  This Isn’t Over, Baby

  This Isn’t You, Baby

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  Erased

  The Road Back to Us

  Give Me Yesterday

  Running Free

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Sweet Jayne

  Untimely You

  Mad Sea

  Pretty Stolen Dolls

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  Whispers and the Roars

  Schooled by a Senior

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  J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she is not trying to save the world one happy ending at a time, she enjoys the snuggles of her husband, son and three doxies. With her love for romance, and head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own story to life.