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Bred by My Ex's Boss

Bred by My Ex's Boss

Author: Johan Gorski
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1667    |    Released on: Today at 18:47

rob hammered behind

ech boardroom. The air conditioning was set to a freezing sixty

as tearing him apart

dragging a serrated blade down his spinal cord. His lungs tightened with every breath he took. H

d in a room with twelv

at gathered at his hairline as he stammered through the quarterly revenue margins. The

ile rise in E

is eyes flared into a blinding white light. He reached f

His knuckles turned

ered over a d

through the dead sile

leanly in half. Black ink spilled across hi

from his face. Every executive at the table froze, th

scraped against the quiet room like sandpaper. "You failed to account for the European tax tariffs,

t no sound came out. He look

on the spot, the heavy double d

w every terrified pair

en walked in

ored charcoal suit that cost more than most people made in a year. He rolled his broa

oice carried no actual remorse. "The merger do

the table. He stopped right beside Easton's

trying to force air into his burning lungs. He

hed against the rou

cold air blew down from the ceiling vent directly above them. It caugh

hed over Ea

topped b

y there. But it was the most devastatingly pure thing h

mom

e. It was raw, sweet, and laced with a desperate, qu

is bloodstream, the agonizing p

ifying stillness. His heart slammed against his ribs, beating so hard i

the anchor his biology

gripped it so hard the thick paper crushed in his han

wly lifted

gh his nose, dragging the air into his lungs. He was

ng to Braydon's collar a

ceased to exist. He stared at the pulse beating in the si

urge ripped throu

into that neck and claim the scent until it belonged to him and only him. The thought was

biology was starving, and the food

The arrogant tilt of his chin faltered. He took a half-step back, his Alph

ized what h

platinum band of his watch, digging the metal into his skin. The sharp phys

d as he forced the sal

was entirely unrecognizable. It was a hoarse, gu

nd opened it, staring blindly at the numbers

o regain his composure. He stepped u

not hear a

r the table. It was agonizing. It was a physical torture. The scent would wrap around Eas

on his thighs. The muscles in his jaw l

not take

craped violently against the hardwood floor. Th

e towered over eve

ne here,"

ponse. He turned and walk

shoulder brushed against Braydon's arm. In that fraction of a seco

of it punched him

hrough the door

y, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. He had no idea

walking until he r

and slammed the heavy door shut behind h

and pressed both of his palms flat against the cold glass. He leane

nd ripped his tie loose, popping

as clawing at his ribs, demanding he g

om on his

came through the speaker. "Do you

d slammed his fist down on the di

abbed a crystal glass and a bottle of scotch. He poured the amb

down his throat, but it did abso

le was permanently b

own on the marble counter. He pr

ydon Hayden," Easton demanded. "Everything

He walked back to his desk an

lit up. Braydon's detaile

ory and the financial portfolios. His e

e stopp

l status, there

rr

s were redacted, locked behin

sense of relief washed over him, followed

scent did not belong to hi

crystal glass from th

s bit into his palm, mixing blood with

ust stared at the screen, a cold,

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