Mr. Corporate (Mister #3)

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Contents

Mr. Corporate

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Prologue - Weston

Chapter One - Victoria - Five Days Ago

Chapter Two - Weston

Chapter Three - Victoria

Chapter Four - Weston

Chapter Five - Victoria

Chapter Six - Weston

Chapter Seven - Victoria

Chapter Eight - Weston

Chapter Nine - Victoria

Chapter Ten - Weston

Chapter Eleven - Victoria

Chapter Twelve - Weston

Chapter Thirteen - Victoria

Chapter Fourteen - Weston

Chapter Fifteen - Victoria

Chapter Sixteen - Weston

Chapter Seventeen - Victoria

Chapter Eighteen - Weston

Chapter Nineteen - Victoria

Chapter Twenty - Weston

Chapter Twenty-One - Victoria

Chapter Twenty-Two - Weston

Chapter Twenty-Three - Victoria

Chapter Twenty-Four - Weston

Chapter Twenty-Five - Victoria

Chapter Twenty-Six - Weston

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Victoria

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Weston

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Victoria

Chapter Thirty - Weston

Chapter Thirty-One - Victoria

Chapter Thirty-Two - Weston

Chapter Thirty-Three - Victoria

Chapter Thirty-Four - Weston

Chapter Thirty-Five - Victoria

Chapter Thirty-Six - Weston

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Victoria

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Weston

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Victoria

Chapter Forty - Weston

Chapter Forty-One - Victoria

Chapter Forty-Two - Weston

Chapter Forty-Three - Victoria

Chapter Forty-Four - Weston

Chapter Forty-Five - Victoria

Chapter Forty-Six - Weston

Chapter Forty-Seven - Victoria

Chapter Forty-Eight - Weston

Epilogue - Victoria

END OF BOOK SHIT

About the Author

By J. A. Huss

Edited by RJ Locksley

 

Copyright © 2016 by J. A. Huss

All rights reserved.

 

ISBN-978-1-944475-08-6

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Weston Conrad is the best headhunter in the business. That handsome smile goes a long way towards convincing most people to trust him with their future.

I’m not most people. I’m his direct competition. And it doesn’t hurt to be just the kind of woman he’s been looking for.

I’m gonna flash you these legs, Weston Conrad.

I’m gonna wear low-cut shirts and micro-mini skirts.

I’m gonna dazzle you with wit and conversation and kiss those lips like they’re exactly what I’ve been waiting for.

So don’t hate me when you figure out my secret.

You understand, right? You’re Mr. Corporate and this is just business.

ALL BOOKS IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE!
Mr. Perfect
Mr. Romantic
Mr. Corporate
Mr. Mysterious
Mr. Match

 

 

 

 

Prologue - Weston

 

“Say it.” Victoria Arias looms over me, her feet planted on either side of my hips, seething. “I want to hear you
say it
.”

She looks like the storm that just passed. That poor lavender shirt is rippling in the remnants of the wind. It’s ruined. And out of nowhere, like God was playing a trick on us earlier, it starts to rain. Hard, pouring-down rain.

“What’s your fucking problem?” I ask. “Just what the fuck, Tori?”

She drops, her ass sitting on my dick, but nothing about this moment says seductive. She slaps me six times in the face. Both hands, one after the other. Six times.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
.

“Say it!” She yells it this time.

I taste blood in my mouth and reach up to wipe it away as I look her in the eyes.

Those beautiful violet eyes. That wild dark hair is sticking to her face as she rages. And her breasts are practically bursting out of her shirt—those last two buttons have no hope of containing them.

Another slap, and this time it stings.

“Stop it,” I say, grabbing both her wrists and pulling her down onto my chest. “Just fucking stop it.”

“I hate you more, Weston Conrad.” Her voice is low. Even. Controlled. “I hate you more than you will ever know and I want to hear you say it.”

“Why should I give in to you? Why the fuck should I? Do you really think this badass attitude you have is cute, Miss Arias? Well, it isn’t. It’s fucking old, OK? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of you. And I’m not giving you what you want. Ever.”

I push her off me and get up. I’m wet, I’m covered in sand, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, and my dick has been hard for three days.

“You’re a coward,” Victoria says, her South American accent appearing. “You’re a coward and a cheat.”

“That makes no sense. And I’m not a cheat. You’re the fucking cheat. How the hell did you get here, huh, Victoria? You
cheated
!”

She’s on her knees now, that goddamned lavender shirt blowing open. “Well, just give me what I want, Weston Conrad. And then we can part ways and never see each other again.”

“I’m not giving you this contract. Fuck that. I earned it. You’re the one who tried to steal it from me.”

“I don’t just want the contract, you idiot. I never wanted the contract. I wanted
you
.”

I just blink at her. “What?”

“Did,” she clarifies. “I don’t want you anymore. I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man on Earth!”

“Or a deserted island?” I say, laughing.

She throws a handful of sand at me, but the wind catches it and it goes in her eyes. Her hands fly up to her face as she doubles over in pain.

Fuck.

“Victoria,” I say, dropping down to see if she’s OK.

She’s not. She’s crying.

“Victoria,” I say again as I try to pry her hands off her face. “Let me see.”

She shakes her head and starts to sniffle. “Just tell me what I want to hear.”

“What?” I ask. “What the fuck are you after? I can’t ever make you happy for more than a few hours. I don’t fucking know what you want!”

She drops her hands and looks me in the face. “I hate you more, Weston Conrad. I hate you more than you hate me. And I want to hear you admit it.”

“Fine.” I shrug. “Whatever. You hate me more. What the fuck do I care?”

“What the fuck
do
you care?” Her makeup was washed off in the rain days ago. There’s no leftover mascara to stain her perfect cheekbones. And her lips are naturally pink and plump. I can’t stop looking at them.

Her.

I can’t stop looking at
her
.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask.

“I want that contract.”

“No. I told you no. How many times do I have to explain this to you? It was my contract to begin with. You fucking cheated!”

“But I need it more!” she yells.

“I said I’d help you, Tori. I already said I’d help you, for fuck’s sake!”

“Don’t call me that
ever
again
!”

Jesus Christ. Why does she have to be so wild?

“If you give me that contract, I will give you something in return.”

“What?” I ask. “What do you possibly have that I want?”

“Me.”

Her eyes search mine. Back and forth. Back and forth. I do want her. I want her so fucking bad. But I can’t give her that contract. That contract isn’t even enough to fix her problems. But it’s mine. It’s
mine
, dammit. If it’s still available, I cannot let her have it. I just can’t. If she ends up with this contract, my world shifts. And not in a good way. She can’t have it and I’m tired of talking about it. Thinking about it. So I change the subject. “I thought
you
wanted
me
?”

“Not anymore,” she says, tipping her head up to regain some of her dignity. And even though most of the people on this planet wouldn’t be able to conjure up some dignity while sitting half-naked, half-starved, and half-satisfied at the tail end of a hurricane, Victoria Arias manages. “I mean nothing to you, West. You used me last night. You used me just like you use everyone else.” She pokes me in the chest to emphasize her words. “And you know what? I’m tired of you, too. You checked out ten years ago and never came back. Turned into Mr. Corporate and said, ‘Fuck you, Rhode Island. I’m going to LA.’”

I’m just about to open my mouth and tell her off when it hits me. She’s been mad at me this whole time. Not because we broke up. Not because we couldn’t make the long-distance relationship work. But because she thinks I left her behind.

But I don’t get the chance to say any of that. Because the sound of a helicopter comes into range.

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