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My dick and I still haven't decided what we think about her newfound confidence. She’s glowing with it like an angel flying above God’s shoulder. Not that she didn’t have it a few weeks ago, but she was keeping it under wraps, bowing her head and biting her tongue to keep her job—and Jayden.

Lately, however, her old self is starting to peek through the cracks. And as much as I wanted to fuck that Nicole into oblivion, I didn’t really like her.

She wasn’t confident. She bordered on arrogant with mean-girl tendencies and a bitch sign slapped on her forehead.

And I’ll be damned if I don’t clip those wings before she morphs back into her old self.

“Your coffee,” she says sweetly, bending over so half her tits are nearly hanging out of her blouse.

I grab the edge of the desk.

Down, Junior. It isn’t your time to shine yet.

Pretending she doesn’t exist—which is as successful as ignoring global warming—I take a sip of my coffee and listen to her enumerating today’s schedule.

I throw the coffee in the rubbish can.

She pauses her anchorwoman presentation. “What’s wrong now? There was exactly one gram of sugar. I weighed it myself.”

“Too hot.”

“No, it’s not. You’re just being difficult for no reason.”

“There’s a reason.”

“Enlighten me.”

“My dick is throwing a tantrum for the lack of lips around him. If you want to fix it…”

Red creeps up from her pale cleavage to her neck and even to her ears. To her credit, though, her expression remains stuck in that snobbish stage.

Now that I think about it, Nicole has never been expressive. Not even on that day when everything shattered to pieces.

It’s why I like the new version of her better. At least I can read some reactions she leaves unguarded. Maybe, just like she couldn’t be bothered to hide her beauty mole anymore, she couldn’t care less about sealing everything inside.

She smiles and it’s as fake as A-list celebrities’ laughs and just as bright. “Sure thing.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You just have to say the magic words for it. Repeat after me,no other people.”

My lips twist, then I snap my fingers in her face. “Get the fuck out.”

She lifts a shoulder. “As you wish,sir.”

Her walk to the door is the equivalent of a strip show, minus the most important part—taking her clothes off. Her hips sway in that gentle, alluring way only she is capable of.

Stop looking.

Stop looking—

Once she reaches the door, she turns around. “Oh, and what would you like for dinner tonight?”

The sodding thing knows she has a hold on me through that, too. Even though I consider food the most disgusting thing ever created, hers doesn’t fall under that category.

Ever since she became my personal chef, I don’t eat with the sole purpose of survival. I actually enjoy the activity, especially with Jayden being a clown and Lolli sticking her head anywhere she deems fit. That includes the top of the table and Jayden’s shoulder.

But if Nicole thinks she has me as a ring on her finger, breaking news will hit her upside the head soon.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
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