The Billionaire’s Rival (Bad Boy Billionaire #2) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boy Billionaire Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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“Threatened you how?” If Miles had sent someone after Jay, I was going to take his fucking head off.

Jay ran a hand through his hair, and I fought the urge to stare at his perfectly formed arms. He’d just fucked the hell out of me, and I still wanted him. “The guy has some connection to Lisa Jenkins. He said I’d better win this lawsuit, that my life depended on it.”

That made no sense. Anyone Miles sent would have been telling him he better make his client back off. “You think the person who threatened you was watching your apartment?”

“Yeah. I went to a bar, and then when I tried to go home, two men were sitting in a car by the back of my building, looking up at my balcony.”

Whether or not these men were actually watching him, I believed he’d been threatened. I couldn’t send him home. Part of me hated him for how easily he’d made me forget why I had no business fucking him, but if anyone was going to hurt him, it was going to be me.

“You can sleep on the couch.”

He wrinkled his nose. “The couch is—”

“My best offer.” A sick part of me liked the idea that he’d lay there, thinking about what we’d done, knowing my cum was still drying on the cushions.

“Can you really say you don’t want more?”

I wanted so much more, but I’d been stupid enough for one night. “When you’re ready to suck my dick. Come find me.”

He sputtered. “What?”

“If you want to be with a man, it’s a skill you need to learn.”

He huffed and sat down. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“That’s what I thought. I’ll get you some water.” By the time I got back with water, he was passed out and snoring.

I left a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table. I also placed a trash can by the couch in case he woke up sick and couldn’t make it to the bathroom.

After righting the end table and putting the lube back in the drawer, I grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and covered Jay.

He snuggled into it and smiled in his sleep. I couldn’t resist watching him for a few moments. Tonight had been an emotional roller coaster, and I knew it wasn’t over yet. I wanted to be angry with Jay, but I’d known what I was doing, and now, instead of being angry, I was worried about him. Who was threatening him and why?

He looked far too innocent sleeping on my couch. I’d thought he was an overconfident asshole who had everything he wanted. Now I thought he might be more fucked up than I was. I wanted to know more about the real Jay. Worse, I wanted to help him. I was such a fool.

I forced myself to walk away. I hurried upstairs, shut the door to my bedroom, and turned the lock in case Jay came looking for me in the night. If he slid under the covers and wrapped his body around mine, there was no way in hell I was going to stop him from having me a second time.

When my alarm went off, I felt like I’d only been asleep for a few minutes, mostly because as tired as I’d been when I went to bed, I’d tossed and turned for ages. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jay downstairs on the couch. What the hell was I going to say to him when he woke up? How much of the night would he remember?

I was also running through the conversation I needed to have with Miles. I had to confront him about Jay being threatened. One way or another, I was certain he knew what was going on, and he was damn well going to tell me. The protective streak I now felt for Jay hadn’t faded overnight. I was going to make damn sure he was safe, and I wasn’t going to justify that to Miles or Worth or Carter.

I decided to shower and get dressed before confronting Jay. Once I’d stalled as long as I could if I was going to make it to the office when I meant to, I took a deep breath before opening my bedroom door. When I reached the first floor, I saw that Jay was still on the couch in the same position as when I left him.

“Are you alive?” I asked. When he didn’t respond, I repeated myself in a much louder voice.

Jay rolled over and squinted at me. “Where am I?”

“My house.”

He blinked a few times, then sat up. He was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. “Did we really….”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you remember?”

“I…I fucked you.”

“You did, but it’s probably best if we don’t talk about it now. Or ever. I need to get you out of here so I can get to work. Do you think you can make it upstairs? If so, you can use my bathroom to shower. I left you a towel and some other things.” As I said it, I realized I should have put his things in the guest bathroom. At least he looked too hungover to try anything this morning.


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