Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Will he embrace revenge…or his most forbidden temptation?
I’m Bella.
After my father’s mysterious disappearance, I’m all alone.
Broke and homeless, I’m forced to quit school and find a job.
In desperation, I turn to my dad’s gorgeous business partner and best friend, Nathan Price.
I had a forbidden crush on him as a girl. Now, my potently sexy boss looks at me like a woman.
And when he touches me…I can’t resist giving him my body—or my heart.
But once I learn Daddy’s dark secrets, can I trust that Nathan wants me for more than revenge?
What’s Included:
Age-gap
Enemies to Lovers
Office/Boss-Assistant
Pretend Relationship
Temporary Fling
**Tempted by the Bosshole is a sexy bedtime story, designed for you to start in the evening and complete before you turn out the lights. All Forbidden Confessions: Filthy Rich Bosses are connected, but can be read as a standalone. Each is a HOT, romantic story with strong language, sexy times, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after!**
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CHAPTER ONE
December 1
Boston
Nathan
“Okay, spill,” my older brother demands, lounging on my living room sofa and tossing back a swallow of beer. “You’re up to no good.”
I stare into my whiskey glass, repressing a grin. “What makes you say that?”
“You’re way too quiet not to be plotting something.”
He’s not wrong. “Guess.”
“Well, you tolerated Douglas Shay stealing the money from your joint venture years ago only because he paid you back—”
“After I threatened the living shit out of him.”
Steve nods. “So the asshole knows you won’t take the fact he stole your wife lying down.”
I snort. There’s no way I’d let that son of a bitch steal from me twice.
“He didn’t.” Julia and I were already on the verge of divorce. “After I ended things, he moved in with her.”
“Semantics. They were already fucking.”
“By then, I didn’t care who she spread her legs for. We were done.” In fact, my heart purged Julia as soon as I realized she lied to me for a decade.
“Then what’s your beef with Shay?”
“Besides the fact he’s a backstabbing asshole? Julia got half of everything in the divorce. Now she plans to marry that bastard, so he’ll get back all the money he once stole from me—with interest.”
Steve winces. “That would piss me off, too.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that, bro. You’ve got the best wife in Laurel.”
“I do,” Steve says smugly.
He deserves happiness—and his amazing wife. My sister-in-law is kind, generous, funny, smart… They have a great marriage and a passel of kids, the last of whom just left for college. Besides love, he’s also been blessed with money, success, and security. Steve is living the dream.
“I want the same for you, Nate. It’s been months since Julia and Doug announced their engagement, and you’ve let this go way longer than I expected.”
“Eleven months, seven days, and two hours. Who says I’ve let it go?”
“So you are up to no good.” Steve grins. “Tell me your plan.”
“Did I mention that Doug has a daughter?”
He raises a brow. “How old is she?”
“Fresh out of college. And looking for a job. Or she was until I hired her.”
His jaw drops. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I did. She starts Monday.”
“Holy shit. Seriously? She must know there’s bad blood between you and Doug.”
“I don’t think so. During her phone interview, she said she hadn’t spoken to her father in a while.”
“What did you hire her to do?”
I grin. “She’ll be my personal assistant, at my beck and call, working directly under me.”
He nearly chokes on his beer. “Dude, you’re forty. And she’s…what, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-three.” I shrug. “Why does it matter? She’s an adult, and I’m not dead.”
“How will you get her into bed, unless… You already have dirt on her, don’t you?”
I merely smile. My brother knows me too well to think I have qualms about blackmailing Isabella Shay.
“You son of a bitch.” He laughs. “I almost feel sorry for her. But if she’s anything like her father...”
“Probably everything like her father.” Though I’ve barely talked to Isabella since she was a gangly thirteen.
“So…what’s your end game? What do you want from this girl besides raunchy sex?”
“Fucking her will merely be a fringe benefit. Let’s just say that by the time Julia and Doug return from their honeymoon after New Year’s, everything he left behind will belong to me.” Including his daughter.
And she will give me the one thing my ex-wife refused to…
December 16
Isabella
“You look hot.” Jen eyes me suggestively. “If you weren’t my best friend—”
“But I am, and you’re strictly dickly.” I smooth my hands down the figure-hugging red velvet dress, wishing I wasn’t too broke to buy my own. Thank god we wear the same size. “It’s not too much?”
“Only half your tits are hanging out, and I can’t see vag, so it’s super classy.”
“Jen…” I huff.
“I’m kidding!”
“No, it’s too much.” I pull another dress from her closet. “The black one would be better.”
She yanks it free and shoves it back on the rack. “God, no. I wear this to funerals. And my exes’ weddings. You’re going to a Christmas party! Wear the red. It looks amazing on you, especially because you have the man-magnet trifecta: great tits, a tiny waist, and fantastic legs. You’re smart and nice, too. I’d hate you if I didn’t love you so much.”
“If I’m such a man magnet, how come you’re the one always having orgasmic sex with super-hot guys?” I’m definitely not.
“Because I’m looking for a human vibrator, not a husband.” She scowls. “Eric doesn’t deserve you. He never puts you first, even in the orgasm department.”
Jen hates my boyfriend…but she’s not wrong. Eric and I have been together since our junior year in high school. I fell hard and fast, convinced he was “the one.” But lately, he’s seemed distant. When he looks at me, I’d swear he’s looking through me. We’d planned to get engaged after my graduation. But weeks have passed since I received my degree, and Eric hasn’t popped the question. I’m wondering if he even wants us anymore. I don’t know what to do.