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A Su With A Billionaire Heir

Chapter 1

Rachel Taylor woke up with the sun in her face and so into her back

Ah hell no

Funny thing,about all the work she has to do in a day The next? She’s kicking out a guy as never supposed to stay the night Let alone try to cop a feel before he made his way out the door!

Harry was a guy she picked up fro app Because that somehow makes it better They hadthat it was only a casual setup She wanted sex, he wanted… well, he wanted sex, too But what Rachel assumed to be a run of the mill hookup date turned into a prelio fuck someone else date Which should have been Rachel’s first red flag that she should never let this guy anywhere near her bed

Whoops

Desperation had won out in the end Doesn’t it always? She cursed her debilitating libido that forced her to make the saddest decisions Harry wasn’t only lackluster in bed, but he was also so da on his fuht Too bad she had been too drunk on a lack of self-respect to realize she needed to kick the bastard out before daylight broke

Too late

“Hey, babe” Of course he hadn’t bothered to re”

He leaned back in her bed with his tentpole pushing her comforter up Not as impressive as it sounds Rachel scoffed in disbelief as she dragged her half-naked body out of her bed and et to work in about half an hour!” she called before shutting the bathrooet the fuck out of her studio apartment

Harry, however, took et his ass to? Right It was Saturday For some reason, people often didn’t work on Saturdays

Rachel had never known such freedo twelve hour days Every day What the fuck was a Saturday?

What she e black bag and heading over to her favorite place to get work done But she couldn’t lock up her apart hi on a denim shorts and a plaid shirt

“I’ve gotta get going!” Maybe if she upped the testiness she would inspire Harry to move his ass too Yet he took his time in the bathroom, and Rachel only had soher hair and pulling it back into a no-fuss ponytail Sunglasses? It would take at least ten minutes to find those “Sorry, no time for breakfast”

This wasn’t her first ti to her like the flies they were The only thing Rachel couldn’t figure out is if she were covered in honey… or vinegar So themselves

Finally, she ed to kick a half-dressed Harry into the hallway and lock the front door to her apart slid down her arm as she fumbled for her keys “What do you need all that for?” Harry asked with a yawn “Going on a trip?”

She shoved her key into the lock “I have to carry my office around with me”

It wasn’t light, either Sure, at first, Rachel often though that it wasn’t a big deal, especially if she didn’t bring her netbook with her

Then the fatigue settled on her shoulder Then the pain

That’s why she kept her café radius to only a half mile At least she lived close to don Plenty of options, unless she slept in so late that half of the she had done an ad up by eleven She would miss most of the lunch rush by the ti Harry didn’t slow her down

He wanted a hug when they reached the sidewalk outside A Hug

“Maybe we’ll do this again solasses on her face “Dunno I’ll get back to you It will depend on how ret I have”

Rachel looked up fro “What?”

“You kno it is Morning after regrets If I don’t have too many later, I’ll hit you up for another date” He patted her on the shoulder “Later, babe Have fun on your trip”

The man hadn’t reached the end of the sidewalk before Rachel dropped her bag in utter, miserably offended disbelief

Opal’s Café wasn’t na to the owner, it was named after the nearbyup and down on suraphs of vessels lining the café’s walls

The proximity to the marina wasn’t why Rachel often stopped by, however The place was relatively cheap and big enough that a woman could park her mobile office at one of the tables for a few hours and nobody would give her any dirty looks