Boss Next Door

by Mia Ford

  “You want to marry me?” Serena half screams. “You really want to be my husband?”

  “Of course, I do. I have wanted to marry you forever…”

  “I will marry you,” she interjects. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, yes of course I want to marry you…”

  I slide the ring onto her finger, loving how awesome it looks there on her hand, and then I jump up to greet her, to kiss the woman who has officially become my fiancée. Her lips feel just as wonderful against mine as they did the first time we shared a kiss. Nothing has changed really, it has just got deeper and so much better. I know that will only continue after we become husband and wife as well. We can only get better.

  We will have children, a family of our own, with Maria living close by all the time. My business will continue to grow with my wife helping me out, continuing to be the integral part of the company that she has always been, and no one can disagree with that, no one can think that she has slept her way to the top, and we will continue to make one another happy. We support each other, we are a team, she calls me her hero, but she is mine as well. I wouldn’t be able to live my life without her now. We are each other’s happy ever after, and I can’t wait to continue living that.

  I love this woman with every part of me, and she loves me as well. What could be better than that?

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  Getting pregnant with my boss’s baby was never a part of the plan.

  It all starts as a business transaction,

  I get double the pay and he gets double the pleasure.

  And then things change.

  What was supposed to be his pleasure,

  Slowly becomes all about me.

  And man…don’t I need it!

  I know this is wrong,

  I know the infamous playboy is playing a game,

  And I am planked in the middle of the board without a dice.

  But I just don’t want to kiss him goodbye.

  At least not yet…

  He’s inked my name all over him,

  And I am hiding this huge secret.

  What if this secret of mine tears us apart!

  Extract

  Chapter One – Lexi

  I narrow my eyes, trying to work out what’s missing. It’s something, for sure. I just need to put my finger on it. This is supposed to be a good thing, a really positive experience, yet, I just feel nothing.

  “…I mean, who would’ve thought it?” Will tosses his head back and laughs loudly, a bellowing sound that comes deep from the pit of his stomach. “Me? The jock from high school, a high powered accountant? Not me, that’s for sure. I assumed that I’d always be on the football pitch with cheerleaders surrounding me.”

  My nose screws up completely of its own accord. I can’t stop my expression from betraying how I feel inside, which just shows how out of practice I am at the whole dating thing. I can’t even remember the last time I went out on an actual date. Certainly not since I split up with Mark two years ago. His shitty treatment put me off men almost forever. I didn’t ever think I’d be sitting at a dinner table with a guy ever again. After eighteen months of being told that I’m fat and disgusting, I was shattered to the core.

  But, I must be passed that now, because I’m here on a date with my high school crush. The super cool Will Mayer. The football player with dreamy green eyes and floppy blond hair to die for.

  “Mind you, you have changed as well, Lexi Tyler. You used to be that nerdy quiet girl in the corner, didn’t you? Not this crazy tattooed girl that you are right now. I would have noticed you if you looked like this then.”

  I jut my chin out, taking offense to this. “I have always been this person on the inside. You just didn’t take the time to notice.” Not that I can blame him. No one did back then. I was pretty much the same, by myself.

  He laughs again, that annoying sound that makes me want to punch him right in his stupid face. I know that I was young and dumb, but how could I have ever liked this guy? Seriously? Was I blind and deaf as a teenager? Did I manage to completely ignore everything about his awful personality, or did that come with the suit? Now that Will is an accountant, he looks like he has a suit glued to his body. He probably wears one to bed.

  “Well, I’m looking at you right now.” He bites his bottom lip and drags his eyes up and down my body, like he wants to sink those teeth into me somewhere. The idea makes me shudder. Not a chance in hell. “And I’m wondering where the snake coiling around your neck goes. Does it cover your whole body?”

  This is pretty much the first question that he’s asked me about myself all evening. I started with all the things I thought I should speak to him about and he launched into a tirade about himself. But he never once asked about where my life is right now… and now he thinks that it’s okay to make suggestive comments. Not a chance in hell. I would storm out of here right now if I was in the mood for making a scene… but I like it here. I don’t want to end up booted out on my ass. It’ll be fine, I won’t have to suffer this nightmare for much longer, surely.

  “And your hair… what made you go for the bright red color? Isn’t it brown naturally?”

  If he dares to ask me anything about the other hair on my body, I might forget everything I just told myself and take this knife to stab it into his eye. Luckily for him, he shuts his mouth tight.

  “Why haven’t you done anything to change your appearance?” I snap back instead.

  “Because you can’t improve on perfection, can you? I mean, just look at me.”

  I slide my eyes closed and take a deep breath, imagining the ways that I am going to make Jane pay for this. If it wasn’t for her and her super persuasive nature, I wouldn’t be here right now, suffering. She’s the one who persuaded me that bumping into Will was destiny and that it was time to move on.

  She’s wrong… I need to let her know. I’m better with no man.

  “I think I just prefer someone who isn’t afraid to step out of their suit, who’s got a bit more… spark.”

  Will appears gob smacked. Like no one has ever dared to insult him before. Well, he’s got another thing coming with me. I might have been quiet and shy once upon a time, but not anymore. Since I’ve been allowed to step out of the shell that high school stuffed me into, I have grown as a person. I am finally me.

  “Wow, well… I don’t know what I should say to that.” His eyes dart downwards. “Maybe I asked out the wrong sister. Your older sister, Jane, was always a fox, wasn’t she? I remember all the boys lusting after her in school, wanting a piece. Perhaps I should have gone for her.”

  Anger bubbles and boils, and not because I have always lived in Jane’s beautiful shadow, but because he has absolutely no right. I’m about to freaking lose my mind right now.

  I slam my hands down on the table and push myself off the chair. My nostrils are probably flaring like a dragon. Will certainly recoils a little, as if I might tear his head off his body.

  “I’m going to the bathroom,” I growl. “I will be back in a moment.”

  My body pounds with rage, my heart pumps boiling hot blood all around my body, my ears thump and pump. I’m trying my absolute hardest to hold it together right now, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up. If I don’t get a freaking break from Will right now, I’m going to kill him.

  I grab my cell phone out of my pocket and take a seat in the fancy waiting area outside the bathrooms. I’m so glad this place is here. I need a moment to make a phone call, just like the other people who are here.

  I pace up and down as the phone rings, impatience getting the better of me. If Jane doesn’t answer soon, I might scream… luckily, before I can get to that point, I hear her soft voice saying hello to me.

  “Jane, I don’t know what I’m doing here. Honestly, I’m going to lose my mind. This is awful.”

  “Oh no, really?” I can almost see the sympathy rolling off her tongue. “That’s too bad. I thought it was good for you to bump into Will. I thought he
was going to be the one to help you move on from Mark.”

  The mention of his name twists in my gut. “Girl, I am over Mark. We’ve been split up for longer than we were together, and he was a shit… but trust me, Will is a shit too. Not the guy for me at all.”

  “Oh, well… at least it’s a dating experience. Get all your rustiness out on someone you don’t like.”

  My head falls into my hand. “I just don’t know how much longer I can listen to his stupid suit.”

  Jane is silent for a beat too long before she bursts into unexpected laughter. I’m shocked for a moment, but then I end up joining in with the laughter. Jane always manages to have this effect on me. Perhaps that’s why I allowed her to talk me into this stupid mess. I’ll just have to be sure that I’m not coerced again.

  “So, are you going to walk out on him? Leave him on his own? Is he being that bad?”

  I think about the spiteful comment he made about Jane, but I decide not to tell her about it. I don’t want her to blame herself for the reason this is going to shit. It isn’t her fault and she has enough on her plate right now.

  “He’s being arrogant. The only question he’s asked me about is my snake tattoo…”

  “He hasn’t even commented on that gorgeous rockabilly dress of yours.”

  I glance down at my outfit and smile. At least I can be happy about how good I look tonight. “Nope, he just asked me how much of my body is covered by the snake.”

  “Urgh, what an ass. Eat your food quickly and get the hell out of there.”

  “I will… and I’ll come and see you tomorrow. Tell you all about it.”

  We say our goodbyes quickly and I hang up the phone, now feeling a little lighter because Jane has lifted the weight that was leaning heavily down on me. I needed that. I can probably get through the rest of this now. The meal anyway. There isn’t a chance in hell of dessert or coffee.

  “That was fucking rude.”

  The male voice is so close to me, the words fall right on my ears. It has to be directed at me, which is why I turn to see what the hell is going on. There I find a striking man staring back at me. Cropped blond hair, sharp brown eyes, sculpted cheek bones… but then a nasty looking smirk playing on his lips.

  “Excuse me?” I demand.

  “Did you not hear me? I said that was fucking rude.”

  The heat rises back in my cheeks but is rapidly replaced by an ice-cold sensation. “Were you listening into call? Because I have to say that is rude. And also, really weird.”

  He chuckles at my accusation. “Well, you shouldn’t be talking about another person in such a public space.”

  My hands fall on to my hips. “Why don’t you just mind your own damn business?”

  “What’s so wrong with your date anyway? What’s wrong with a guy in a suit?”

  He indicates to his own which is clearly far more expensive than Wills, but that just makes it a lot less appealing. “I just like a guy with a bit more edge, you know?”

  “Edge? Don’t you think you have more than enough edge for two people?”

  I can’t bitch about him calling me out on my look, because I just did the same to him. Instead, I shake my head and snort with anger. “I don’t think it matters. If he’s not fit for me, then he just isn’t.”

  “So, go put the poor asshole out of his misery. Tell him that it isn’t working. Don’t make him pay for dinner.”

  “I wasn’t going to make him pay for dinner. What do you think I am?”

  “I don’t know, some kind of feminist probably.” His lips twist up into a bemused smile.

  I take one step closer to him. “You say feminism like it’s a dirty word. I know what sort of a man you are, and you aren’t one I want to waste any time on. So, thank you for your bullshit opinions that definitely weren’t asked for. I will let you get back to your night, and I’ll getting back to mine.”

  He laughs loudly, completely unbothered by me being a bitch to him. It’s really annoying. I can tell that he wants to wind me up, and it works, but when I try and throw it back, he doesn’t give a shit at all. I suppose this is good, it gives me someone else to focus my rage on. Perhaps it means I might be able to hold it together with Will… either that, or I’m a pressure cooker and I’m about to explode.

  Chapter Two – Isaac

  Mmm, she is delicious. There is something awesome about this spunky red head who’s covered in tattoos. That’s what got me interested in her in the first place, she is so unlike the girls that I usually surround myself with. It was the comment about the date, “Wondering where the snake tattoo went?” which grabbed me. I want to know where that goes as well. I bet it’s somewhere sexy as hell.

  Oh, I bet she’s a fox in bed, wild as fuck. If I slide my eyes closed, I can imagine that sexy, naked, tattooed body bouncing up and down on my cock, that crazy red hair flailing everywhere. God, I just want to grab her and press her up against the wall to kiss her. Fuck her date, she doesn’t like him anyway. Mine isn’t exactly grabbing my attention either. Either way, it wouldn’t even matter if anyone else was watching. I honestly wouldn’t care. I’m Isaac Janie and I do whatever the hell I want.

  But with her, I try to resist myself. I wait where I am and let her walk away from me, leaving her to her a bad date. I need to get back to Olivia anyway, before she starts making a scene. She’s eighteen years old, eight years younger than I am, and breaking into the model scene. She’s confident and insecure all at once, needing attention. New models are always this way, it’s a constant stream of drama. I don’t know why I date them actually.

  No, that’s a lie. I do. They are hot as hell. Sexy and freaky… but I don’t know if that will keep my focus forever. I can already feel myself growing restless and bored. I need something else, some spice to my life. Someone who might keep my focus longer, a bit like that rude red head.

  Usually, all I want is looks, brains don’t bother me at all, but it’s something about a spark. That woman hit the nail on the head in that one word. That’s exactly what I have been missing out on, what I want.

  “Don’t do the usual shit,” I warn myself. “Try and behave. Just for one night.”

  But I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist the urge to act out, like I normally do. I think this is the problem with having money at my disposal. My father’s money, but that makes no difference. I’m invincible. I can do whatever the hell I want and buy myself out of it.

  I stuff my phone away, no longer bothering to call my father back and that is the sole reason I came out here. He’ll be mad, he always is when I don’t respond to him right away but fuck it. I have the charm, I’ll be able to talk myself out of this and everything will be just fine….

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