Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Now he’s opening it right in front of me.
And staring at my new lingerie…
Declan Whelan’s a gorgeous nightmare.
He’s handsome as sin and demands strict obedience.
Nothing I do ever makes my crazy boss happy.
At least until a package filled with some workplace inappropriate objects gets accidentally delivered to his desk…
And now he’s very interested in everything about me.
Dinner leads to a steamy night in his penthouse suite.
I get a taste of a new side of my beautiful, psychopath boss.
But his attention comes at a price.
He’s overwhelming and obsessed in ways I never imagined.
We have a history I didn’t know about… one splattered with blood and filled with secrets.
He promises he’ll take care of me.
All I have to do is give him everything he wants… and meet his exacting standards.
Arranged Addiction is a full-length standalone dark mafia romance with lots of steam, sharp twists, and plenty of darkness. There’s no cliffhanger and a happily-ever-after is guaranteed.
For fans of spicy mafia, age gap, arranged marriage, office power dynamics, and psycho/obsessed men. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Casey
My spicy self-care package got delivered to the wrong office.
I don’t know how. The young mail delivery intern was too busy staring at TikTok to give me a straight answer. “Oh, yeah, I remember that. Big box? Stuff rattled around? Dunno where it ended up. Sorry, dude.” He didn’t even bother to make eye contact.
Now I’m in pure panic mode.
Maybe if I weren’t such a coward, this wouldn’t be happening. When I placed my order at Blush Boutique, I couldn’t bring myself to put my name on the order form. Instead, I opted for the generic Employee and used my office address instead. Which shouldn’t be a huge deal, right?
If the mail intern weren’t such a jerk, it would’ve been put on my desk, no harm, no problem.
Instead, there’s a box filled with lingerie and several adult toys waiting for some unsuspecting colleague.
This is my worst nightmare.
“You did what?!” Natalie covers her mouth, trying not to laugh as I wave at her to keep quiet. If Mr. Whelan hears, he’ll give me another lecture on what’s appropriate in the office, and I really don’t need my grumpy asshole boss giving me shit right now.
“I know, I know, okay? It was stupid!”
“Why didn’t you just get it delivered to your apartment?”
“I panicked, okay? I was afraid Sheila would see it somehow.”
“Casey, you’re twenty-five. I don’t think your aunt would care if you bought a box filled with enormous dildos.”
“They’re not enormous!”
“But the box is filled with them?” Natalie’s eyebrows raise. “Just what exactly did you order?”
“Would you stop it? I’m having a meltdown here.”
“Okay, okay, give me a second to think.” Natalie paces in front of my desk. She’s the only person in the whole world who I’d ever trust with something so mortifying. We met in college and lucked into working at the same office right after graduation. Even though this job isn’t ideal, I’m the executive assistant to the CEO of Mainline Logistics, which isn’t exciting, but it’s good for my resume.
And besides, nobody else would hire me. Dozens and dozens of applications and not a single callback. At least, not until Mr. Whelan, the worst boss in the history of horrible assholes.
Honestly, despite this idiotic and terrible situation, I consider myself extremely lucky.
Things have a way of working out for me. The big stuff, anyway. When my parents were killed in a freak mugging, my aunt Sheila stepped up and took me in. She sent me to an amazing private school, paid for tutors, sports trainers, anything I wanted really, and I ended up going to NYU on a pretty good scholarship.
Everything else though?
I have a habit of screwing it up.
Men in particular act like I have some kind of repulsion field wrapped around me. Ever since high school, the second a guy’s gotten close and things look good, he suddenly ghosts in the most aggressive way possible.
Once, mid-date, a really nice guy looked me dead in the eye and said, “I have to go home and give my dog a bath. This isn’t working out.”
He didn’t even stick around long enough to cover his half of the bill.
This missing spicy self-care box is just one in a long line of stupid love-life mishaps.
It was supposed to boost my confidence and help me get back out there.
Instead, it’s going to ruin my (pathetic, floundering) career.
Natalie stops pacing and comes to a decision. “No other choice but to search all over,” she proclaims. “If we split up, I bet we can get through most of the desks pretty fast.”
“Offices are going to be a problem.”
“We’ll cross that bridge once we get there.” She glances over my shoulder and lowers her voice. “Is Boss Bastard going to be an issue?”
I shake my head. “He’s out for lunch right now.”
“Perfect. Then shall we?”
I hesitate, squirming in my seat. If Mr. Whelan comes back and finds me off wandering around the halls, he’s going to be pissed. And Boss Bastard isn’t some cute, fun nickname for a great guy.
He really is a nightmare.
I don’t know why I’ve put up with him for the last two years. Probably because the pay is obscenely good for this position and he promised that he’d write me the best recommendation letter possible if I stuck it out for a while. I still live at home with Sheila, which means my paychecks are getting dumped into savings, and soon I’ll have enough to buy my own house if I don’t give up.
That’s the dream. A place of my own. A little garden in the back, a reading nook with lots of colorful books on big shelves draped in crystals and Tarot cards. Two little yappy dogs running around my ankles. A sanctuary away from everything.
All I have to do is keep my head down and hope Boss Bastard doesn’t make my life too miserable.