Page 230 of Bona Fide

? Drew Barrymore —Bryce Vine ?

I knewthis wasn’t going to be an easy feat. Wade is as bullheaded and headstrong as I am. Add on the title of “president” and he’s more of a pain in my ass.

I’m aware there is more on the line. That I never wanted to be here in this lifestyle, but it is easily overcome with the need to be with Wade. I’m fully aware as I step into Emmy’s office for my first day of work that this is going to be a war between us. That Emmy is going to be part of the collateral damage, and we’re just waiting for him to lose his shit when he finds out that I’m here.

In fact, Emmy made sure that he knew I was here.

“Why are you pushing this so hard?” I carp while she remains seated behind her, still, Lisa Frank explosion of a desk.

“Because Wade likes to be pushed.” My eyes constrict on her tiny frame and cute black dress. “Listen…” She leans back in her leather chair and hits me with an exasperated look. “You’ve been good for him...minus the sex tape.”

“Does he seriously tell you everything?”

Em smiles. “It was hard to miss how devastated he was. I owe you a punch in the face.”

“And I owe you a jab to the throat for working with my brother and not telling me.”

“It’s a secret organization. You should be six feet in the ground for even knowing everything you’ve been told.”

“Ha, ha.”

“Anyways...Wade needs someone to push and prod, to keep on his feet. He isn’t as strong as he can be without you. And besides—” She shrugs nonchalantly. “—I’m rooting for you.”

I point at the door behind me. “He’s going to barge through this room and lose his entire—” On cue, a bang off the wall sounds, and I can immediately feel the laser beams coming off his eyes and hitting me in the back of the skull.

My defense—glaring at the blonde sitting in front of me with a shit-eating grin on her perfectly set face.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” That from Wade. His voice dripping in so much fury that I can feel it puncture throughout my whole body. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, an electric chill runs down my spine, and I think for the second time in my life—I’m terrified that he’s going to kill me.

And unfortunately not with his dick.

“Good morning, Mr. President,” Emmy coos when everyone in this room is fully aware that she’s taunting him and enjoying herself.

“Em,” Wade seizes. “I thought I told you—”

“I heard you.” Silence fills the room besides my thudding heartbeat in my ears.

“Great, then explain what the fuck she’s doing in here?” Slowly, and I mean very slowly, I turn to face him.

Dressed in a white, casual business shirt and navy slacks, I can’t help but examine him before my temper gradually pushes my attraction for him aside. His chest fills out the pristine material that overlays it, his shoulders are perfectly and deliciously exhibited to where I want to climb him—immediately, and the authority that he showcases is making this room feel smaller.

When I reach his face, his normal crystal blue eyes are darkly gaping at me with disdain laced in them. The stubble along his jawline and cheeks makes him look that much more hazardous.

Any normal girl would cut her losses and dip out, but I have too much caught up in this. My feelings, my future, every dream I’ve concocted involves him.

And I’m not letting him go.

Not for this career of his.

Not because of the people that he works around.

Not because he’s scared.

“I thought I told you loud and clear, Shelton,” he gripes. “That you wouldn’t be working for me again. It didn’t work out the first time.”

“Well,” I reply, clasping my hands together. “That was more due to your part, wouldn’t you agree?”

Low blow—yes.

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