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Step-dad Billionaire
“You should come home with me... You look like you need a good hard fuck...”
Amiee Nolin rolled her eyes so hard she was afraid they’d pop out of her head and into her martini glass. She wasn’t sure if that would have made the drink better or worse. She was a connoisseur of fine martinis, and this cheap swill was anything but. It was a pity. After a day like today, she could have used a good, stiff drink.
She had no idea why she’d even agreed to come to her stepfather’s celebratory work party in the first place. Sure, it was an important day for good old Daddy, he’d finished a merger that would make him another billion dollars, but after a certain point did it even matter? She hardly knew anyone there, and when she’d originally agreed to mingle here, it was because she’d wanted to introduce her daddy to her then-fiancé, Jake Hammond. Now there was no need. Jake was gone.
The asshole…
So why was she here?
She supposed that it was because she really had no other place to go. Her mother was on the other side of the country. She’d expected to spend some time with Jake, but now that he’d left her—and for another woman, no less—his family’s home in the Hamptons was out of the question. He was probably there with her right now, sipping good martinis and letting her suck his dick while he flashed his big, stupid smile on his shitty, perfect face.
Stop thinking about it. You’re only making it worse… She thought to herself.
So, no—Amiee literally had nowhere else to go. Not unless she wanted to run home to her apartment and spend the night in crushing solitude, anyway.
She shot a sideways glance at the drunken idiot trying to hit on her. He probably had no idea who she was. She hadn’t a clue who he was either—somebody working under her stepfather, obviously. He was completely soused, three sheets to the wind and about to add a fourth. She could tell by the lazy smirk on his face and the way he slurred his words that he feeling pretty confident in himself right now. It was all she could do not to get his name and ensure he didn’t have a job tomorrow.
“No,” she said. “Thank you.”
She spun away, trying to ignore his stinky breath and leering gaze. At least the party was nice. They had decorated the sixty-third floor wall-to-wall in glamour. Half the men here had more money than God ever intended, and half the women had followed suit with their unnatural breast sizes. Through the crowd, she could see the man of the hour. Mr. Nolan walked confidently about, shaking hands and toasting with champagne that cost more than most people made in a year.
He was tall and slim, with a muscular build that didn’t at all match her childhood vision of what a father was supposed to look like. Her biological father had let himself go a long time ago, growing fat and ugly as the years went by. Mr. Nolan was different, his strong body clad in a twelve thousand dollar suit. Even though she’d come to appreciate him as a man, and accept him as her stepfather, her twenty-one-year-old vision couldn’t help but approve of his sexy and well-kept looks.
She sighed wistfully, knocking back another long sip of her martini. Maybe this whole Jake thing was getting to her. There was no reason to be looking at her stepdaddy like that. There had to be someone else here that could help take her mind off the awful things that had happened these last few weeks…
The drunk guy beside her wasn’t giving up so easily, it seemed. He snorted and rattled his Manhattan around in his glass and he said, “C’mon, it’s a party. You could at least act like you’re having fun!”
“I’ve got standards,” Amiee hissed, “I’m not going to sleep with a drunken asshole..”
“What if I’m the real deal?” the drunken menace asked. “Do you even know what I’m worth, little girl? I could buy you.”
She sighed, turning to face him. In her heels, she towered over the man, but she was sure that even in bare feet, she’d have been at least an inch taller. She folded her arms, making herself look even more imposing.
It worked. He withered and began to slink away. In no time at all, she was alone again at the bar. Strangely, it wasn’t much of a victory. She felt empty.
Amiee shook her head, trying to calm her nerves. Did she want Jake to return? No, he was worthless. He’d proven that already, and the ache she felt when she said his name didn’t come from regret, only the loneliness she felt now that he was gone.