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The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 24 Jul 2021 22:23:30 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 The Baby (The Boss #5) Read Online Abigail Barnette http://www.books2020.com/the-baread-online-the-boss-5-read-online-abigail-barnette Sat, 24 Jul 2021 22:16:07 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-baread-online-the-boss-5-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 116
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When life unravels, someone has to wind it up again. Sophie Scaife has found herself in such a position one time too many. She should be celebrating a new year and bountiful success; instead, she’s trying desperately to hold her world together as it tears apart. For Sophie and her husband, billionaire Neil Elwood, coupling the domesticity of marriage and their steamy games of Dominance and submission comes naturally. Rekindling their sinfully kinky affair with an old flame makes their passion burn hotter than ever, and Neil’s lust for Sophie is matched only by his drive in undertaking an ambitious new philanthropic venture. But in the wake of Neil’s greatest triumph comes a staggering life change neither of them are prepared for. Overnight, Sophie finds herself in a new reality, wholly unlike the life she’d planned. As emotions run high, Sophie struggles to reconcile the husband she cherishes with a man she no longer knows; a man she loves too much to let go without a fight... ***Content warning: contains mention of suicide and suicidal ideation, as well as recovery.
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CHAPTER ONE

Tonight. Pavillon Français. The moment you cross the threshold, you are mine. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will obey my every command.

I read the words over and over again as I stood in front of the doors. Neil had converted the building, a recreation of the Pavillon Français at Versailles, with the express purpose of holding all manner of carnal delights with which to torment me. And, inside, my Sir waited.

My heart pounded. The gilt-edged note had arrived via courier that afternoon, written in Sir’s hand. I’d made the mistake of opening it at my desk. It had been incredibly difficult to concentrate on photos of jackets while pressing my thighs together all day.

And that had been his plan, all along. To get me thinking about him, his control over me, and the need I had to submit to his every sexual whim. It was a need that would never be satisfied.

So, it was a good thing I was married to him.

I dragged in a shaky lungful of sharp January air. I’d arrived home in time to quickly bathe and shape my hair into large, fluffy curls that floated around my shoulders. I’d dressed my part, though I had no idea what Sir had planned. Some nights, I found myself spread-eagle, bound to a steel frame as Sir lashed my body all over with a flogger. Others, I’d be bent over a padded bench as a mechanical sex machine rammed into me while I screamed through my gag. No matter how much care I took with my appearance, it would be utterly ruined by the time we were finished. Still, I’d painted on sharp wings of black eyeliner over smoky silver shadow and stained my lips with a matte plum gloss. Beneath my black wrap dress with its three-quarter length sleeves, I wore dark maroon panties and bra—silky and perfectly cut. The panties were already wet from my anticipation.

I took a deep breath and pushed open one of the doors. The moment you cross the threshold. The toe of my black Madden Proto pump touched the tile. The bottoms of my feet tingled. My heart raced. My mouth went dry. I stepped through and closed the door behind me.

There he was. My Sir. My husband. Neil Elwood.

He sat in one of the ornate Louis XVI chairs before the fireplace. He wore a white button down and sharkskin gray trousers, perfectly crisp and presentable, despite the depraved things he would do to me. The light from the tall tapers in the candelabras gilded and darkened his hair, which was more silver now than its former ashy brown. The soft overhead lighting supplemented the candlelight.

He motioned me forward with a snap of his fingers and held up a hand to halt me when he deemed me close enough.

He hadn’t said a single word, yet, and I was already his.

A door creaked, but I didn’t dare look away from Sir’s gaze. I heard the footsteps behind me before the soft, faintly accented voice. “Good evening, Chloe.”

My heart stuttered.

“Yes, good evening, Chloe,” Sir said. Chloe was the role I played when we were with our lover, Emir. We’d met him at an exclusive sex club in Paris where anonymity had been of utmost importance, but we still used those club names while playing. They were like terms of endearment, now.

Emir slowly circled me, his dark eyes drifting over my body in open appraisal. I was an object under his gaze, the same as a priceless jewel or an exotic automobile. The warm, dim light burnished his golden brown skin, and dark whorls of chest hair showed in the parted collar of his black button-down shirt.

Neil and I hadn’t seen Emir in months, as he had been settling his divorce and had kept his sexual proclivities more secret than usual. That he was here, standing in our miniature pleasure palace, on a night when I knew anything could happen, seemed like a dream.

“Do you understand the terms I sent you?” Neil asked, never moving from his chair.

I nodded.

“Answer me.”

My breath halted in my throat. “Yes, Sir.”

“Our usual safe word system is in place,” he went on. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Emir said nothing, his gaze fixed on mine. He trailed one fingertip across my collarbones, then in a line down the V of flesh revealed by the dress’s low neckline. He pulled one side back, then the other, baring my breasts in my satin bra.

“Tonight, I’ve decided to loan you to my friend. He’ll use you as he likes, and you’ll let him,” Neil stated. “You may not object to a single command, except to safe word. You are nothing but a gift to please my friend. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My clit pulsed almost painfully.

“Thank you, Leif,” Emir said with a sly smile. Another false name. Just as Neil had adopted Leif as his identity at the exclusive Parisian sex club they both belonged to, “Emir” was actually El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati. Like Neil, El-Mudad was a billionaire with a penchant for kinky sex. He and Neil had planned this together, and that could only be to my advantage.

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Advertisement The Bride (The Boss #3) Read Online Abigail Barnette http://www.books2020.com/the-bride-the-boss-3-read-online-abigail-barnette Fri, 25 Jun 2021 21:55:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-bride-the-boss-3-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 151
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After a tumultuous year, Sophie Scaife’s relationship with her boyfriend and Dom, billionaire media mogul Neil Elwood, is hotter and happier than ever. His sizzling Dominant side pushes Sophie to new and challenging heights of submission and erotic exploration as she follows her Sir’s every whim. But with his daughter’s impending wedding and a milestone birthday turning Neil’s thoughts toward settling down, Sophie faces a much different future than she’d planned. Caught in a conflict between her new wealth and her desire for independence, Sophie fears she’s becoming just another Fifth Avenue trophy wife. With her fashion journalism career over and her new effort as a writer uninspiring, Sophie has to work harder than ever to prove her intentions to Neil’s family and friends. Sophie isn’t the only one struggling to adapt to her new lifestyle. When private jets and designer labels threaten her bond with Holli, Sophie finds herself walking a fine line between the world she now inhabits and the past—and people—she fears she’s left behind. After a shocking revelation divides her loyalties, Sophie is in danger of losing her best friend or fracturing the trust of the man she loves.
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CHAPTER ONE

There’s no good way to break it to your mother that her twenty-five-year-old daughter is dating a forty-nine-year-old billionaire. So I’d never really gotten around to it. By the time we flew to my hometown of Calumet, Michigan, I knew I was in trouble.

On the car ride from the Marquette airport, where Neil’s private plane had landed, I mentally rehearsed how I would explain to my mother that I was dating Neil Elwood, publishing magnate and tenth richest man in Great Britain.

Oh, she was going to be so pissed at me.

“Sophie? You’re awfully quiet,” Neil said, his eyes never leaving the snow-covered road for a second. He’d rented a car from the airport, a Malibu that, according to him, “drives like a broken shopping trolley.” He hadn’t been in a great mood since we’d landed.

“I’m letting you concentrate on winter driving.” It was a pretty good excuse; Mom said the Keweenaw had already gotten a hundred inches of snow in December alone. Highway forty-one was a hard-packed avenue of white, with a sheen of ice on top. Tall plow banks narrowed the road on either side,,and deceptively cheerful flurries fell in the gray early morning light.

Neil raised an eyebrow at the road ahead of us. “Darling, I learned to drive in Iceland. I’m sure I can handle this.”

“We get a higher average snowfall than Iceland,” I pointed out. But it wasn’t like I could hide the truth forever, and I really had to stop my whole head-in-the-sand routine. “Okay. Confession.”

“On the way to meet your family for the first time. Lovely.” He inhaled, audibly frustrated. “Do they at least know I’m coming?”

“They know you’re coming. My mom just doesn’t know…some stuff.” Better to do it like a Band-Aid. “Maybe I haven’t been entirely honest with her about your money. Or…your age.”

“Sophie!” he barked, tearing his eyes from the dingy snow on the road to frown at me.

“I didn’t lie!” And I hadn’t. “I just haven’t corrected my mom when she said ‘this kid you’re dating.’”

“This is bloody fantastic,” he cursed, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he locked his gaze on the road again. “As if I weren’t already nervous?”

“At least I told you before we got there.” Not that I was making it any better by asking for credit for that. We were already in the car. I could have easily just let this whole thing blow up in our faces upon arrival, and Neil probably suspected I had planned to do just that.

“Sophie, we have been dating for a year! Christ, we’re buying a house together. You didn’t think that eventually your mother would find out?”

I tilted my head and studied his profile. Since the chemotherapy he’d had the year before, his hair had come back in grayer. He’d started growing a beard, a precisely clipped shadow of silver that I absolutely detested, but tolerated because it seemed to make him happy not to have to shave as often. Even before the chemo, our age difference would have been obvious. But now that he was rocking this hot dad look, it was going to come as a bigger shock to my mother. She was only forty-two.

“You know, you’re very handsome when you’re annoyed with me,” I observed.

His mood didn’t lighten. “I’m always handsome, Sophie. Stop changing the subject. Why didn’t you tell your mother the truth about me?”

I shifted a little in the passenger seat. “I meant to. I really did. But then I let way too much time pass, and it got harder and harder to work it in to conversation. It never seemed like the right time.”

“And a house full of your extended relatives is the perfect venue for initiating that conversation, is it?” he fumed. “What is this? Are you…embarrassed of me?”

That made me laugh, despite the fact he was roaring angry. “No! Seriously, that’s not it. That’s stupid. But my mom is to me as you are to Emma. How would you feel if she moved to a different country with an older man she’d met only two months before?”

“It depends on if that man is Horrible Michael or not,” he grumbled. He hated his daughter’s fiancé for no reason I could see, beyond that fact that he was going to marry Emma. In Neil’s opinion, no one deserved Emma. He would have to cop to understanding my mother’s point of view, or concede that Michael wasn’t all bad.

The latter was never going to happen, so he said, “It’s completely understandable that you didn’t know how to explain our relationship to your family. I must admit to having a bit of an advantage here; as a wealthy, middle-aged man, I’m expected to have affairs with beautiful women half my age. It says nothing negative about my character. Those beautiful young women bear the brunt of the scorn, for being vapid, shallow gold diggers.”

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Advertisement The Ex (The Boss #4) Read Online Abigail Barnette http://www.books2020.com/the-ex-the-boss-4-read-online-abigail-barnette Fri, 25 Jun 2021 21:55:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-ex-the-boss-4-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Magazine editor-in-chief, bride-to-be, and soon-to-be-step-grandmother at twenty-six, Sophie Scaife is looking forward to married life with her fiancé and Dom, wickedly sadistic billionaire Neil Elwood. As they enter unexplored sensual territory, Neil leads Sophie to the very edge between pain and pleasure—and she discovers a surprising new side to her sexuality. While Sophie balances her hectic work routine with her devotion to her unconventional family, Neil has to adjust to life as a retired mogul. With their big day drawing nearer, they have to forge through pre-wedding jitters, personal crises, and an unexpected houseguest to get to their kinky ever after. But a decades old trauma still haunts Neil. When the private details draw public interest, Sophie learns that the scars of his past are greater than he let on—and he’ll need all of her love to heal them…
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CHAPTER ONE

There’s a weird thing that happens when your life suddenly clicks into place. You stop worrying about the should-have-beens and start spending more time thinking about the could-bes.

I got a little thrill every time I walked into the Mode office. I still couldn’t believe that I, Sophie Scaife, self-pronounced “eternal fuckup” just a year before, had founded a successful—albeit teensy—magazine that actually seemed to be gaining momentum with readers.

Our office was the top floor of a six-story converted textile factory in Brooklyn. Since I was way out in Sagaponack, anyway, my business partner Deja and I had agreed on a location as close as possible to her and her wife—and my forever bestie—Holli’s new loft. It was a two-hour drive for me, but I usually took a chartered helicopter or slept in the backseat of the Maybach to get there. The rent was pricey, but it was worth the cost to look professional. As my fiancé said, looking successful is thirty percent of actually being successful. And he’s a billionaire, so I figured we should listen to him.

“Ready for the weekend, Ms. Scaife?” Penny, my bubbly blond assistant, asked when I stepped out of my office. Penny had come to New York straight from Pennsylvania after graduating from college there. We’d been her first job interview, and Deja and I had felt instantly protective of her. We’d snatched her up under our wings and practically hissed at anyone we perceived as a threat. Being a small-town girl myself, I felt a spiritual obligation to create a real-life New Yorker out of her.

“You have no idea.” I let her get my coat and purse as I squinted at the split ends of my long, dark hair. I was so happy it was February, and hat-wearing weather was halfway over. The static was killing me.

“Leaving early?” Deja asked, and I met her smiling eyes in the reflection of the gilded mirror on the exposed brick wall behind Penny’s desk.

“Gosh, I hope I’m not fired.” I stuck my tongue out at her. “Yeah. I haven’t been home in, like, two days. Are you cool with that? Did the proofs come back for the summer wedding shoot?”

After two big weddings—one of them Holli and Deja’s—had served as bookends for the previous summer, I had seen a definite need for a “what to wear to which wedding” type of story. Maybe it was because I had been thrown into the deep end with my sorta step-daughter’s lavish New York fairy-tale dream wedding. Despite my background in fashion journalism, I sometimes struggled to remember anything but the most basic fashion etiquette for special events.

“They did,” Deja confirmed with a little grimace. “I hate them. I’m going to meet with Dan at five. You want in on that meeting? We can Skype you.”

I checked the time on my phone. “I’ll still be in the car at five. But, yeah, try and get me in.”

Just as Penny handed me my coat—a blue-gray, mid-thigh pea coat with two rows of military-style buttons down the front—I got a rush of giddy excitement. I had a job again. I had my best friends back. I was living my dream. But, most importantly, the week was over, and I was going home.

My driver, Tony, waited downstairs with the car. I let him open the back passenger-side door for me, and I slid in. In the past, I’d objected to that part of his job, but now I’d come to realize it wasn’t antiquated chivalry as much as means for a driver to make sure his passenger was actually in the vehicle. The partition between the front and back seats was rolled up, so Tony used the intercom to ask, “Straight home, ma’am, or are we making stops?”

I tried to remember if I’d forgotten anything at our Manhattan apartment. I pressed the button and answered, “Straight home. I might be comatose when we get there, but straight home.”

True to my word, I passed right out almost the very moment the car pulled away from the curb. I wasn’t surprised that running a magazine was hard work—I’d been first assistant to the most demanding woman in fashion, at one time—but the toll it took did surprise me. Just two short years ago, I’d been capable of pulling all-nighters and working through the next day. Now, if I didn’t get at least six hours of sleep a night, I couldn’t function. After suggesting it might have something to do with my steady creep toward thirty, Neil had wisely recanted and agreed that it was caused by stress.

I woke when we stopped outside the gate at the end of our driveway, and stared up at the scraggly branches of the jack pines towering over the car in the twilight. I sat up and rummaged through my purse for a piece of gum. I hadn’t seen my fiancé in two days. There was no way I was going inside to kiss him with sleep mouth.

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Advertisement The Boss (The Boss #1) Read Online Abigail Barnette http://www.books2020.com/the-boss-the-boss-1-read-online-abigail-barnette Sat, 19 Jun 2021 15:09:22 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-boss-the-boss-1-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 141
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Sophie Scaife almost ran away once, trading her ticket to college for a ticket to Tokyo. But a delayed flight and a hot one-night stand with a stranger changed her mind, putting her firmly on track to a coveted position at a New York fashion magazine. When the irresistible stranger from that one incredible night turns out to be her new boss – billionaire and publishing magnate Neil Elwood – Sophie can’t resist the chance to rekindle the spark between them… and the opportunity to explore her submissive side with the most Dominant man she’s ever known. Neil is the only man who has ever understood Sophie’s need to submit in the bedroom, and the only man who has ever satisfied those desires. When their scorching, no-strings-attached sexual relationship becomes something more, Sophie must choose between her career and heart… or risk losing them both.
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Chapter One

There are days that just feel off, and you don’t know why until something momentous happens. Then you look back on your morning— on the coffee you spilled on your ghost white Yamamoto jacket, the persistent smell of garlic from the break room fridge, the lipstick you had on your teeth while you flirted with the breakfast guy— and it all makes perfect sense.

I was having one of those days.

For the past year and a half, every day of my life has been a roller coaster, so I’m usually ready for anything. As the first assistant to Gabriella Winters, Editor-in-Chief of Porteras magazine, I spend company time doing anything from ogling male models at a Calvin Klein underwear shoot, to taking a chronically constipated Yorkie to his monthly colonic. It’s certainly not how I envisioned my career in the fashion industry, but I’d like to think I’m starting to get a handle on things.

This morning, I reported at eight-o’-clock as usual. On my way I picked up Gabriella’s breakfast, an egg white omelet and Nova Scotia salmon from Barney Greengrass— made specially for her before opening every day except Fridays, when she fasts— and grabbed coffee for myself and Penelope, the second assistant. I came back to the office, set out the breakfast on Gabriella’s preferred Waterford china, and ahead of her projected 8:15 arrival, emailed a copy of her schedule to all pertinent office staff. I thought things were going pretty well so far when I noticed it was 8:12, and hadn’t yet heard a peep from Gabriella.

That was really strange. I usually would have received a breezy, borderline rude phone call from her by now, demanding something seemingly impossible. I slumped into my office chair, took a sip from my still scalding latte and choked, bubbling a bit over my lips and down the front of my jacket.

At least you got the drama over early today, I thought, shaking my head as I dabbed the stain.

Oh, I wish I had been right.

When Gabriella’s car didn’t arrive by 8:30, I started to get worried. When I called her phone and couldn’t leave a message because her voicemail was completely full, I panicked. I buzzed Jake, one of the editors on the floor. While his line rang, I looked out the tall glass doors. I couldn’t see the outer office from my desk, just Ivanka in reception, drumming her fingertips and shooting worried glances at the elevators. The glare from the fluorescents showed me the faint shadow of my own reflection, all dark hair and pale skin and what looked like two black voids for eyes. Creepy.

“Jake,” he answered, and I jumped. His tone was short, and I could immediately imagine the look of worry on his face. His big blue eyes would be wide, and he’d probably be leaning one tattooed elbow on his desk, a hand buried in his sandy hair as he hunched over his laptop.

“Do you know what’s going on this morning?” I asked, rising to venture to Gabriella’s gleaming lacquered desk. There was a fingerprint beside the leather blotter, which I rubbed away with my sleeve. “Everyone is acting really weird.”

“It’s not good, Soph. We’re still waiting for confirmation from Bob, but it looks like Gabriella is out.”

“Out where?” I squirted some hand sanitizer into my palm. As soon as it absorbed, I hovered my hand over the rapidly cooling omelet to check the temperature. Gabriella hated microwaved food almost as much as she hated germs.

“Out, as in, fired.”

This is fixable. You call Barney Greengrass and ask them to remake the omelet. Penelope can pick it up on her way in if you catch her right now—

A record scratched somewhere in my brain, jarring me back to what Jake had said. “What?”

Jake hadn’t caught on to my disbelief. “I don’t know the details. But I think it’s safe to say, Gabriella won’t be coming back.” He paused, and I could hear his irritation, not with me, but with every facet of this day, in his noisy exhale. “I have to go.”

After I hung up, I wandered around the office a bit. Gabriella was... fired? Did that mean I was fired? Should I start looking for a job?

I sat on the floor beside Gabriella’s desk and reached up for the china plate. I stared disconsolately at the weave of the low-pile carpet as I ate the expensive imported salmon my boss wouldn’t be enjoying this morning. Oh shit, I paid for the fish on my credit card. They would reimburse me for that, right? I didn’t know she was fired when I picked it up.

I mentally calculated everything I hadn’t bothered to get reimbursed for this month. The only way Gabriella was out was if the magazine was folding, so would they be able to pay me? There was no way Porteras could run without her. She was like the single support structure in a badly built house or something.

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Advertisement The Girlfriend (The Boss #2) Read Online Abigail Barnette http://www.books2020.com/the-girlfriend-the-boss-2-read-online-abigail-barnette Sat, 19 Jun 2021 15:09:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-girlfriend-the-boss-2-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Unemployed, blacklisted, and pregnant, Sophie Scaife’s life is totally upside down. Her relationship with publishing magnate Neil Elwood is on the rocks. Her best friend’s career is igniting. And Sophie is afraid she’ll make one of the toughest decisions of her life alone… When a devastating diagnosis forces Neil to return to London, Sophie throws caution to the wind to follow her heart across the Atlantic. Keeping a scorching D/s affair as red-hot in sickness as it was in health is a challenge, even for two lovers as inventive as Sophie and Neil. But Sophie is more than willing to try anything her Sir commands, and their fantasies of control become a welcome refuge from the daily stress of illness. While Neil’s wealth and privilege make adjusting to her new situation easier, Sophie finds herself rebuilding her life around an uncertain future. And while both of them face the changes between them head-on, they’re all too aware that their happiness may be fleeting—and Sophie could lose Neil forever.
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CHAPTER ONE

When you're pregnant by your billionaire ex-boss with whom you've just had an ambiguous breakup, you need your best friend to get through it all.

Unfortunately, mine was headed for Paris, for fittings and run throughs for Elie Saab's runway show. I was so proud of Holli, and so freaked out at the same time. We’d lived together since our first semester of college. The longest we'd been apart had been for a few days, visiting family. Now, I wouldn't see her for four weeks, as she was immersed in a media blitz carefully orchestrated by her brilliant agency.

Everything seemed to have exploded for Holli overnight. Not only would she be walking in her first fashion week show, she'd also be featured in the pages of French Vogue. The side-trip to London, to be interviewed for a BBC documentary about body image, was going to be the thing that pushed her over the top, I knew, even if she was trying not to pin too many hopes on the next month.

I was bursting with happiness for her, but I have to admit I was slightly bumming myself out by comparing our situations. It was difficult, though; her career was taking off like a rocket, and mine had burnt up on reentry.

“Baby, you are gonna miss your flight,” Deja, Holli's girlfriend, called out with the certainty of a mother telling her kids they were going to miss the school bus. I didn't envy her the task of trying to herd Holli to the airport.

Dressed head to toe in sleek, sexy black, from the very professional cut of her blazer to the very rock star chic matte leather pants she wore, Deja could have been a model, herself. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a sleek, low ponytail, and her brown skin shone beneath what I suspected was Smashbox Soft Lights bronzer.

Former assistant beauty editor skills died hard.

“She’s already packed, unpacked, and repacked six times,” I said, looking up from my bowl of cereal to nod toward Holli's bedroom. I stood beside the refrigerator in the same pajamas I had been wearing for the past four days, trying really hard to not be miserable in front of Deja. She still worked for my possibly-ex-boyfriend-slash-definite-baby-daddy, Neil Elwood, successful publishing magnate and idiot man-child billionaire.

That was just the kind of resentment I couldn't express in front of her. I really didn't want to put her in the middle of anything. I had been the moron who'd dated my boss; why should Deja suffer awkwardness as a consequence?

But, I guess it’s impossible to not look miserable when you haven't showered since before your maybe-ex’s emergency hospitalization. Deja’s big, dark eyes filled with sympathy as she looked at me. “Still haven't heard from him?”

In my anger leaving the hospital the night of our kind-of breakup, I'd asked Neil to give me a few days to cool off. Or think. Or something. I'd been faced with the choice of taking a job with my old boss's new magazine on the condition that I discontinue my involvement with Neil, who was currently running Porteras— the magazine I used to work for— into the proverbial ground. Neil had given me an ultimatum. Okay, maybe it had been a reality check. He'd said that if I turned down a job to be with him, I was making a commitment whether I called it that or not, and he was right. But everything had been moving so fast between us, I’d panicked. And now I had no idea what was going on with him, because he was still in the damn hospital and I’d told him not to call me until he got out.

Deja had fed me what information she could, but all anyone at Porteras had been told was that Neil had been hospitalized for exhaustion. Which was the stupidest excuse in the book, and totally transparent to anyone who knew Neil. The man didn't get “exhausted.” Once, we'd gone for a seven-mile run together, only to come back and have aggressive sex in the shower. I'd barely been able to stand; he hadn't seemed even slightly winded.

I shrugged, repeating what I’d told Deja and Holli every day since Monday morning, when I’d filled them in on the details. “No, but it's okay. I'm using this time to process. Anyway, I have to go get showered and dressed. I have a doctor appointment today, about the—“ I gestured to my stomach.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Deja offered. “I can swing back over after I drop Holli off at the airport.”

Deja had a car. I didn't know anyone else who was our age who had a car in the city. God, she was so cool.

I waved her off. “No, I'll be fine. It'll all be fine. I'm just going to say goodbye to Holli.”

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Chapter One

“Look who made Page Six!”

An iPad landed on the kitchen table in front of me far harder than any iPad should ever land. A paparazzi shot of a brunette vixen in a way-too-short asymmetrical Versace dress and sky-high stilettos, on the arm of a tall, devastatingly handsome man with an unfortunate pit stain visible on his sleek gray shirt.

“Page six? Of what?” My husband, Neil Elwood—“billionaire philanthropist” according to the caption beneath the photo on the screen—asked. He neatly flipped an omelet like he was a professional chef and not a retired publishing magnate.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the figure beside me in the photo. That man sat across from me at the breakfast table. He leaned over the iPad his eldest daughter, Amal, had nearly shattered on the table. “‘Sophie Scaife, wife of billionaire philanthropist Neil Elwood, seen leaving 1 Oak with Bahraini shipping heir El-Mudad Ati.’ Well, that’s not fair. I’m not just a shipping heir.”

“Would you have preferred ‘former race car driver?’” Amal asked, her French accent giving the sardonic comment an even deeper cut to my American ears.

Even as a hip thirty-something—ugh—I was nowhere near as cosmopolitan and smooth as my sort-of-stepdaughter. I had a degree in fashion journalism, and I still didn’t dress half as well as she did. Though she wore her school’s required uniform, she’d accessorized hers with a Hermes scarf and giant nineties hoop earrings she described as “vintage” just to make everyone in the room feel old as hell. Her golden, sand-brown skin matched her father’s; her glossy black hair was set in a Janelle Monáe-inspired pompadour. Everything about her screamed style.

Teen girls made me feel old and a little threatened these days. Especially since two of them had moved into our house. Sometimes, our preposterously large mansion didn’t seem large enough.

El-Mudad ignored Amal’s comment. He and Neil had experience with teenagers and their sarcasm. “You’re an heir, as well. If you’d like to stay one.”

“I think you’re missing the point of this photo, Baba,” Amal said patiently. “They’re making it look like you and Sophie are having an affair.”

“Because we’re leaving a club together?” he scoffed.

“As someone who once owned one of the sleaziest tabloids in the United Kingdom, I assure you, that’s all it takes.” Neil didn’t sound concerned about either of those statements. He plated the omelet and motioned to Amal. “Are you eating before school today?”

“No, I want to get a smoothie on the way.” She dropped a kiss on her father’s head and scooped up her keys from the counter.

“Drive carefully,” Neil called after her as she headed out the kitchen door.

Despite Neil’s protestations, El-Mudad had bought Amal a car as a reward for the good grades she’d gotten during her first semester in school here. After losing his daughter and son-in-law in a car accident only a few years before, Neil had strong opinions about the girls he now considered his stepdaughters engaging in “risky” behavior.

Neil checked his watch. “As usual, Rashida is running late.”

“She adheres to her father’s schedule,” El-Mudad quipped.

Neil didn’t miss a beat. “None, then.”

I leaned over the iPad and zoomed in on the photo. A part of me had always wanted to see myself doing something scandalous in a tabloid, though I had never actively pursued fame. I’d been in the social pages of magazines like Vanity Fair and similar publications now and then, seen leaving this function or that. The attention I received had ramped up considerably after I’d been photographed sitting beside Kate Middleton at a charity polo match in Windsor. Though we didn’t even speak beyond me saying, “Sorry, I have to steal this chair, or my feet are going to explode out of my shoes,” the internet went wild over the photo of the two of us laughing. And thanks to social media, my sudden fame as the princess’s potential lesbian lover had cemented me as interesting enough for the tabloids—if no actual celebrities were doing anything better.

“At least they didn’t refer to me as the royal ‘gal pal’ this time,” I said with a sigh, sitting back and crossing my arms.

“This still isn’t fantastic,” Neil pointed out. “All it takes is one slow celebrity news week, and suddenly you’re ‘carousing’ with Sarah Brightman on a yacht when you were, in fact, at the party solo and getting violently ill down the front of her dress.”

“I don’t remember that scene in Phantom,” I said dryly.

Neil made a grim face. “I wish Andy had found it as funny as you just did. It was his yacht.”

“At least you’re housebroken on boats now.” El-Mudad stood and took his empty breakfast plate to the island, pausing to grab an apple from the fruit bowl there.

“You ran in more public circles in the eighties than I do now,” I reminded Neil. “But I promise, I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t accidentally sit in Donatella’s lap at Fashion Week or anything.”

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Though life hasn’t turned out at all the way Sophie Scaife planned, things couldn’t be better. With her devoted husband and deliciously sadistic Dom, Neil Elwood, and their fiercely protective and passionate boyfriend, El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati, Sophie is living a romantic, naughty fairytale she could never have imagined in her most wicked dreams. But when El-Mudad wants to take things to the next level, the threesome find that keeping their serious commitment hidden won’t be possible forever. Blending two already unconventional families into one proves challenging, especially under the critical eye of disapproving loved ones—and not-so-loved ones. Now, Sophie must juggle her roles as guardian to Neil’s granddaughter and sudden stepmother to two teenaged girls, her tenuous connection to her newly-discovered biological half-sisters, and the impending marriage of her mother to their former chauffeur, all while coming to terms with a dreaded milestone birthday. And thirty might be her most tumultuous year yet…
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Chapter One

The morning I’d been dreading my entire adult life started with my husband leaping from the bed and screaming, “Jesus bloody Christ!”

I startled awake and clutched the sheet to my chest because the duvet had apparently sprinted across the room with Neil. I couldn’t see if that was the case because a giant store-bought birthday cake with rapidly melting candles in the shape of a three and a zero took up my entire field of vision.

Trying not to expose myself, I scrambled backward. “What the fuck, Mom?”

“Oh, calm down,” my mother said, blowing out the candles. “You’re gonna set the bed on fire.”

“Sophie!” Olivia, Neil’s three-year-old granddaughter, flung herself against the bed and struggled to climb up. When she failed, she settled for jumping and slapping the mattress. “Happy birthday!”

“Rebecca, get out!” Neil barked.

My mother made a tsk-ing sound. “Oh, come on, guys. I knew you were asleep. I listened at the door.”

“Gross!” I shouted over the top of Neil’s, “Leave!”

She shook her head. “Fine. I’ll take this to the kitchen. There’s coffee on.”

Olivia toddled to my side of the bed and raised her arms. “Help me, Sophie.”

“What on earth was she thinking?” Neil fumed, holding the duvet around his waist as he stalked to the walk-in closet.

I lifted Olivia up and patted the happy panda on the butt of her footie pajamas as she crawled over my legs and toward the center of the bed.

“Thank god we didn’t leave anything interesting out last night,” I called to him, retrieving his discarded t-shirt from beneath the sheets and maneuvering it on. The thought of my mom finding freshly used sex toys or bondage gear in our bedroom was...ugh. No thank you.

Neil emerged in sleep pants, which gave him more mobility to toss his arms around as he complained. “Sophie, I am sorry for shouting at your mother but— No. No, I am not sorry. It is not unreasonable to have a basic expectation of privacy in one’s own bedroom. If she and Tony are going to continue to live in the guesthouse, she has to respect the fact that I don’t want her walking through our door, let alone our bedroom door, whenever she wishes!”

I understood where he was coming from, but I’d tried to explain, more than once, how hard that particular habit would die. My family didn’t have great boundaries when it came to stuff like not just bursting into each other’s homes. “You’re right. We’ve had more than a few close calls. But she knows how much I’m hating this birthday. She just wants to make me feel better.”

“She wants to make you feel better by sending your blood sugar through the roof?” he demanded. “Has she forgotten your diagnosis?”

I couldn’t blame her if she had. Sometimes, I forgot it. “Thanks for the reminder of my mortality. Is that my birthday present?”

Neil shook his head in frustration. “I still do not understand why thirty is such a terrible age.”

“Because that’s the age—” I began, preparing to repeat the reasoning I’d stated over and over for the past six weeks.

I didn’t have to, because Neil did it for me. “—‘when everything falls apart.’ Yes. I know. And as I’ve stated many, many times, that is ridiculous.”

“Is it really that ridiculous?” I asked, gesturing to my thighs. He couldn’t see them because the sheet covered them, but I’d had a massive crying jag just days before because I’d found the rising blue threat of a varicose vein on the outside of the left one. I didn’t want to bring it up too specifically in front of Olivia because she didn’t deserve to inherit the weird body hang-ups the women of my family had been passing down for generations.

“That’s not the issue here. The issue is your mother barging in whenever she pleases. If we’re going to continue discussing…” he hesitated, glancing at Olivia. “...What we’ve been discussing, then this must be addressed.”

That thing we’d been discussing was the possibility of our boyfriend, El-Mudad, moving in with us. We rarely talked about it when Olivia was around, but plans had hesitantly been forming over the past few visits. She loved El-Mudad, and we didn’t want her to become hopeful for something that might not happen.

She gave me a look copied directly from her late mother. It was eerie how many of Emma’s mannerisms the kid possessed, despite having been less than a year old when her parents died. “This is not in front of Olivia?”

Neil’s anger reluctantly faded to a fond smile. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t worry about not-in-front-of-Olivia. It’s Sophie’s birthday today. And I love that you helped wake her up with such a beautiful cake. Did you and Rebecca pick it out?”

Olivia’s preschooler mind still didn’t follow conversations well, despite how mature her phrasing could sometimes be. “You were funny, Afí.”

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Advertisement The Sister Read Online Abigail Barnette (The Boss #6) http://www.books2020.com/the-sister-6-read-online-abigail-barnette Wed, 28 Dec 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/the-sister-6-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Romance Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Sophie Scaife finally feels like her personal life is on the right track. Her marriage to her devastatingly sadistic billionaire Dom, Neil Elwood, is as sexually adventurous as ever. Their relationship with their lover, the glamorous and rich El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati, is growing closer. Even sharing guardianship of Neil’s granddaughter with his ex is going smoothly. But a trip to Sophie’s hometown leads to a heartbreaking discovery, and she’s forced to confront a family she never knew. When they ask her for a life-changing favor, she must choose between helping them and healing herself—unless she can find a way to do both. While she navigates the unrelenting emotional pressure, long-simmering tensions come to a head in her professional life with dramatic consequences. Reconciling what her heart wants with fears for the future, Sophie must learn to let go of the past and embrace possibilities she never knew were options…
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Chapter One

I will not throw up on this woman. I will not throw up on this woman.

The studio lights were way brighter than I remembered from last time I was on the Wake Up! America set. I’d been auditioning for a job at the time, but somehow, I was more nervous today than back then. A very blonde woman of indiscernible age sat across from me on the bright orange curved sofa. I followed the line of her gaze to the teleprompter and accidentally caught sight of myself on the monitor.

The shade of blue they put me in flattered my suddenly green complexion, and my long, dark hair seemed too meticulously curled. Like, approaching uncanny valley perfection.

“And we’re live in five, four, three…”

“Welcome back, America,” the anchor said. “It’s eight forty-six here on a beautiful sunny morning in New York. I’m Amanda Tanner. If you’re just joining us, we’re about twenty minutes from Ariana Grande rocking the block as part of our Rock The Block summer concert series. But right now, we’re talking to Sophie Scaife, founder and co-editor-in-chief of Mode magazine, as well as author of the new memoir, Does She Have to Call Me Grandma?, which is out tomorrow. Sophie, It’s a pleasure having you with us this morning.”

“You, too.” You, too? You, too! Why did you say that, Sophie? Why? You’re going to have to go into hiding after this.

“You have quite a unique story, here. You’re twenty-eight years old. Never thought you’d have children. And now, you find yourself a grandmother. How did that happen?”

I laughed nervously and tried to remember what the answer was supposed to be. I’d rehearsed all of this with a production assistant in my dressing room. “Well, my husband is older than I am, and he has a daughter who’s my age. Olivia is her daughter.”

“But you’re not a grandmother?” Amanda teased, in that friendly, but not overly familiar way that interviewers generally had.

“No, Olivia doesn’t call me grandma. She calls me Sophie.” And sometimes, mama, which really creeped me out, so I tried hard to curb that.

“Now, your stepdaughter and her husband tragically passed away over a year ago, and you talk about that in the book. Can you tell us a little about what happened?”

A little? I could tell anyone hours of information about Emma and Michael. About their love story, about their desire for children and their struggle that seemed hopeless. About how cruel life was to give them the thing they wanted most, then snatched them away from it.

But I was getting better about not doing that. “Emma and Michael died after a car accident when Olivia was seven months old, and my husband and I are her guardians now.”

“Your husband is Neil Elwood, correct?” Amanda asked, and when I answered in the affirmative, she followed-up, “So, here you are, running a brand-new online magazine, you have a very successful husband, and suddenly, you’re mothering this child—”

“I wouldn’t say I was mothering.” It might break protocol to interrupt an interviewer, but I didn’t care. If there was one thing I always wanted to keep clear, it was that. “I’ll never be able to replace Emma.”

“Of course not,” Amanda said, taking control once more. “But you talk in the book about making that transition from, as you described it, ‘Long Island trophy wife who identified as child-free’ to a more parental role. And it hasn’t been all that easy, has it?”

“Well, obviously losing Emma and Michael was very hard for us as a family. And Neil and I never planned to have children. We still don’t. But I don’t see this as taking on a maternal role or being a stand-in for Olivia’s mother in any way. I see it as doing something out of love for Emma and Michael. Olivia is a part of our family. The way I was raised, you take care of your family.” I’d written something similar in my book, and I’d meant it with all my heart. “There’s no way we could refuse to care for a child we love, regardless of what our plans were.”

“What’s that old saying, life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans?” Amanda joked mildly. I nodded and laughed in agreement, but inwardly, I cringed at hearing one of the most difficult times in my life reduced to a trite coffee mug quote.

That was the last hard question. The rest of the interview coasted by so easily, I was startled when Amanda thanked me again for being on the show and directed viewers to buy the book.

Before I had time to barf on her, it was all over.

I shook her hand and thanked her, and a woman in a headset put her arm protectively around my back without touching me to herd me away from the set.

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