Mr. Hot Grinch (Alphalicious Billionaires Boss #3) Read Online Lindsey Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alphalicious Billionaires Boss Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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Anyway, the nice thing about living in Florida is that it’s hot, at least. I could be worse off, living in the northern states, where it’s snowy and absolutely frigid. I’d really be screwed then. As it is, the sun is beating down hard on me, and I have a few more hours of daylight left. It’s the weekend, so it means tons of people are out walking, running, and doing family stuff with the kids. No one looks at me like I’m some kind of delinquent.

Which I’m totally not.

My parents are the ones who wanted to marry me off to someone I don’t even know. For business. I’ve never known them to be controlled by the dollar before, and it’s insulting. It’s criminal. They’re the delinquents.

I might be seriously solo here, but after walking for an hour, I’ve already formulated a pretty shitty preliminary plan.

My BFF is also rich. Of course she is since I went to boarding school and then an Ivy League college. I went to the best of the best, which is where we met. Samantha’s parents are pretty normal as far as rich parents go. They wouldn’t try and betroth her to some hairy troll who probably has a problem with nocturnal emissions. Why can’t he get a wife the normal way? Jesus. I don’t even know if the guy wasn’t like eighty-five.

No, I do. My parents would never do that to me.

I hope.

Right now, I’m not sure what I would and wouldn’t put past them.

But the guy was probably nasty. Rich, entitled, and so spoiled that he thought he could just buy his way into my dad’s company and also buy a wife to sweeten the deal and warm his gross bed. He probably is hairy. Like, eight-inch back hairs or something. Someone with butt hairs, nose hairs, and ear hairs.

I giggle as I start imagining a really hairy dog—the kind you have to actually pick up the hair and brush it back to find the eyes. I cut my thought off because it’s weird to be laughing by myself, to myself, for no apparent reason. It’s also not funny. Nothing about this is funny.

I’m normally pretty easy going, and I’ve been told I have a good sense of humor, but right now, it’s not going to help. Much.

I pull out my phone and slide my finger over Sam’s contact. My plan is to call her and have her come pick me up. I know I can’t hide out at her place because that’s the first place my parents would expect to look for me. I’ll get her to help me figure out somewhere to go. Sam has lots of friends, all sorts of friends. Some of them are from normal, middle-class families who live in less expensive areas of the city. Maybe one of them needs a roommate. I know Sam’s good for a few hundred bucks too. She’ll sport me enough for a month’s rent, and I’ll pay her back when I have a job, of course. At least I have my Degree, and since my parents forced me to take business, I’ll be able to use it. I shouldn’t have trouble finding a job—any job. I won’t be fussy. I’ll work my way up like everyone else, struggle like everyone else.

I’ll live however I have to in order to be free because anything would beat being married to a man I don’t know, love, or trust. I know my parents have made most of my choices for me, but it was always okay with me. This? This is not okay. This is them trying to steal my freedom, and I’m never going to let that happen.

Sam will know what to do. She’s crazy pretty, and she’s extremely popular. Everyone loves Sam. She’s also wickedly smart, and she’ll know exactly what to do. The best part? I know she’ll never tell my parents. Once I’m settled, I’ll call and tell them I’m fine, I’m not coming back, and that if they try and interfere with my life, I’ll do something.

Maybe move across the sea to freaking Europe, never talk to them again, which would really hurt me because I do love them despite this massive lapse in judgment, or cause a lot of chaos for the company. I never thought I’d resort to blackmail, but it’s the most likely option at the moment. I know a few things about my family and the company that my dad wouldn’t like coming to light. They’d probably agree to leave me alone in exchange for my discretion. Honestly, if I wanted to make some quick money, I’d go to some magazine or newspaper and sell those secrets, or just mention this whole crazy thing. How my parents, well-loved and well-respected by everyone who meets them, tried to basically trade me in as part of a business deal. I’d be able to cash in on that one.


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