Page 1 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

Chapter One

What the hell was she up to now?

Cade Kissinger glanced at the text notification from their housekeeper, Alfred Amos. The only time Alfred ever messaged Cade, or his friends and business partners, Eli Nicholson and Baxter Gardner, was if their collective little pain in the ass, also known as Alicia Robertson, was up to something. And it was usually big and inconvenient because she didn’t do small and minor, as they’d learned while living with her for the last eight months.

When her father, Tom Robertson, their lawyer, and the best man they knew, had passed away from a heart-attack, about a year ago, he’d appointed them her guardians, which meant they had to look after his daughter. And by looking after his daughter, Tom meant she had to stay with them until she turned twenty-two. Tom believed that with her living with them she would learn how to be money-wise and people-wise so that when her trust fund from her grandmother kicked in on her twenty-second birthday, she’d be able to spot unsavory characters a mile away.

At the rate things were going with her, she would probably give all her money away to the first sad bastard who wanted to get into her panties and her trust fund. They were not going to let that happen. Possibly ever. No questions asked. They were also probably better off sending her somewhere to become a nun. They hadn’t ruled out the idea yet.

The last time Alfred texted them at work, she’d redecorated their entertainment room with pink. They told her to make herself feel at home in their apartment since she was going to live there for the next six months, and she took that quite literally.

She turned their sleek black home theater, built for comfort with its black recliners, cinematic screen, and personal fridges, because they only needed beer to watch sports, into something that resembled… pink.

She brought in a pink popcorn machine, a pink cotton candy machine, disco lights, and a weird-ass giant teddy bear with a big pink bow that just fucking stared at them as it took up an entire recliner for itself.

She messed up their precious action movie collection by littering the shelves with rom-fucking-com stuff and musicals. And then she threw a hundred plus cushions into the air, or so it seemed, and where it landed was where it stayed. So many fucking cushions, as if they’d been living like infidels for their lack of cushions.

They would never admit it, but they now had popcorn and cotton candy with their beer, and they and the fucking teddy bear watched sports sitting on her fucking cushions.

She was a havoc wreaker. There were no other words to describe her.

Cade opened the text.

Sir, I do believe the little miss is planning to have a date. In her room. With a boy.

“The fuck does she think she’s doing?” he growled out loud, grabbing his jacket and car keys at the same moment that Baxter poked his head into Cade’s office.

“Let’s go,” Baxter said, and Cade didn’t need to be told twice. They met Eli on the way to the elevators of their skyscraper building. It was the middle of the damn day.

Did she have no concept of time? Their PAs would have to postpone all their meetings for the day. They were busy men. Running a corporate company that made them billionaires was not child’s play. They couldn’t be leaving the office because their charge was bringing a boy home in the middle of the fucking day.

“This girl is going to drive us crazy,” Eli grumbled. They decided to take Cade’s car instead of arriving in three different cars and soon they were on their way to their penthouse apartment, which until the moment Alicia had arrived to live with them had been an extension of their office and where they crashed from time to time. It made sense they all moved into together when they’d become her guardians… kind of… They shared everything else, so babysitting their mentor’s daughter should be included

It wasn’t as if they were the pillars of moral society, too. Fuck no. They’d just hit their thirties and lived their bachelor lives with no rules and no strings. They planned to keep it that way, also. None of them were the domestic types and yet here they were, looking after Tom’s daughter.

Luckily, the only thing babysitting Alicia required was vetting whoever she got close enough to date or even who sheconsidered to marry to make sure they weren’t just in it for her money. Or her body. Men were shits like that. They would know.

“I wonder if this schmuck knows what he’s getting himself into with her?” Baxter asked as they drove through day time traffic.

“I think he should thank us for chopping off his dick, whoever he is. We’re saving him from a life of being bossed around,” Eli added.

The truth was Alicia Robertson was going to be the death of them. Sooner rather than later.

When they arrived at their apartment, they headed straight for her bedroom, not bothering to knock on the door either.

And fuck.

Chapter Two

Cade blinked at the sight before him.

Her whole room looked like some seductive male trap. Her bed was draped with gauzy fabric. Rose petals strewn fucking everywhere. The scent of patchouli, rose and sandalwood scented candles lay everywhere else. And fuck. Causally laying over the backrest of a chair, a pair of garters, panties and a bra made of fabric so thin, they’d be able to see her nipples and the slit between her thighs.

Ah, fuck again.

Where was she? She wasn’t in her room and her bathroom door was open, so she wasn’t in there either.

A gasp sounded from the door of her bedroom and there she stood with her full, lush lips,silky, dark hair, and big brown eyes, fringed with lashes as thick and silky as her hair.

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