The Billionaire’s Assistant (Bad Boy Billionaire #1) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boy Billionaire Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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“There was no way in hell I’m letting Ben go.” I just needed to rethink the plans I’d had for my future. I wanted Ben, and I always got what I wanted.

“So what’s your plan?” Carter asked.

“Isn’t that your job, to come up with a plan to prove things once and for all, to come up with a better plan to keep this company safe?”

“Corporate espionage was never my area of expertise. If that’s what you wanted, you should’ve hired someone else.”

He was right, but it didn’t stop me from being irrationally frustrated with him.

“It makes no sense. Frank brought in a forensic accounting team, but they haven’t found any evidence of tampering with the financials. Yet my gut still tells me something is wrong.”

“We should call in our own specialist,” Carter said. “I’ve got a former SEAL buddy who could do the job.”

“You trust him with my company?”

“I trusted him with my life and the lives of all my men, so yeah, I trust him with this too.”

“All right, let’s do it.”

I spent the rest of the day getting caught up on work in my office. In the late afternoon, I got a panicked call from my COO. There was a crisis at our London office. She added my director of operations in London to the call and a few minutes into the discussion revealed a potential scandal between two of the directors. My PR director and I would need to fly to London as soon as my jet was readied for takeoff.

This was terrible timing. We’d be there a minimum of forty-eight hours, which meant two days without seeing Ben again. I’d spent the whole night thinking of him, eventually jerking off during my morning shower to the memory of him licking cum off me.

I went around my desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a notepad. I wrote Ben a note explaining that I was leaving. I could’ve texted him. I could’ve called him, emailed him, anything that would be normal communication from a boss to his assistant, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to leave something more personal.

My friends were right. I was in this far too deep. Was I obsessed? Maybe, but my obsessions had gotten me a lot of good things in my life.

14

BEN

Monday morning there was a knock on my door as I was getting ready for work. I checked the peephole and saw a delivery man with flowers. Who would be sending me flowers? Surely not Miles.

I opened the door, accepted them, and pulled the card out as soon as I set them down.

They were from Mrs. Weeks. I refused to be disappointed.

The card said: Meeting you at the gala was a real treat. Can’t wait to see you again.

I smiled. How could I be disappointed by that? I would never have thought I would make friends with a wealthy woman in her seventies, but I’d loved talking to her. She’d made me feel comfortable when I didn’t think that was possible. I supposed she’d gotten my address from Miles, though I wouldn’t be surprised if she could snap her fingers and know anything she desired. She really was something else.

I had to rush to finish getting ready and make my train. When I walked through the front door of Montgomery Enterprises, everything seemed brighter, fresher. I marveled at the sun shining in through the lobby windows. Could everything that happened after the gala possibly have been real? I sure hoped so.

When I stepped off the executive elevator, I noticed immediately that Miles’s door was shut, and his lights were off. That was unusual. I liked to come in early, but he was usually even earlier.

After double checking to see if he’d texted or emailed me, I stopped by Diana’s desk. She was the assistant to the COO. “Is Mr. Montgomery in yet?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Maybe he took a last-minute breakfast meeting?”

When I reached my desk, I saw a folded piece of paper with my name on it, held down by a paperweight. I recognize the handwriting immediately. It was from Miles. What was he doing leaving me a handwritten note?

I set my bag down, then unfolded the paper and read.

Benjamin, I have an emergency at my London office. I need you here taking care of things. I’ll likely be gone for two or three days. I’ll see you soon. Miles.

An emergency in London? And he hadn’t called me or texted me or anything. What kind of emergency?

I got my computer going and pulled up my email. He’d sent me more information once he landed, but I still didn’t understand why he’d left a note like that. Was it meant to be romantic? He clearly didn’t need to romance me, but I had to admit I kind of liked it. I rubbed my hand over his signature as if I could feel him by doing so. Then I folded the paper into a tiny square and stuck it in my wallet. I liked the idea of having it with me.


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