Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Instead, I let him touch me.
It starts with late night texts.
Then long looks across crowded offices.
His hand at the back of my neck while he fastens my necklace.
His deep voice telling me no one else gets to touch me.
The dangerous possessiveness in his eyes every time another man gets too close.
And worst of all? I like it.
Dominic Vale is powerful, ruthless, and completely off limits.
A billionaire construction king with a cold reputation and a body made for sin.
The kind of man who terrifies everyone else.
But with me, he’s different.
He notices everything.
When I’m upset.
When I’m scared.
When another man makes me uncomfortable.
And every time my phone lights up with his name, I forget I was sent into his company to betray him.
Because the deeper I fall for Dominic, the more dangerous this becomes.
He has secrets. So do I.
And when the truth comes out, this obsession between us might destroy us both.
A possessive billionaire workplace romance featuring emotional obsession, forced proximity, protective alpha energy, jealous hero vibes, and a guaranteed happily ever after
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CHAPTER 1
IZZY
The offices of Dominic Vale aren’t as flashy as my last job. Aaron Pike liked—likes, he’s not dead, even if… No, Izzy, don’t be morbid. Aaron Pike, my old boss, who is my uncle, likes to make a statement with floor-to-ceiling windows and glittering lobbies. Marble plinths, that sort of thing. And God forbid somebody dares to work for him without staining their teeth bright white and getting a few cheek injections.
I approach the reception desk. My arms crossed over my middle, but quickly correct my posture. Aaron’s company was a construction cliché. Macho men who called me sweetie, precious, and rolled their eyes if I ever contributed to a meeting, which, after all the eye- rolling and off-handed remarks, I was less inclined to do.
This office lobby is small, a tucked-away corner of a downtown tower. A gruff man sits behind the reception desk, scowling at his computer as if he’s mad at it. I vaguely remember him from the interview process.
The interview process, with the fake resume, using my middle name as my surname so that no one would make the connection between the oh-so-powerful Aaron and me. As I wait for Mr. Scowl to finish what he’s doing and look up at me, I remember what Aaron said.
“Your job is to slither into that company, like the snake you are. Make your home there. Learn everything you can. Get close to that arrogant son-of-a-bitch and make him care if you can. Shouldn’t be too difficult, a pretty thing like you.”
“Hello?” the receptionist says, snapping me to the present.
“My name is Izzy M… Jenkins.” I almost said Marlowe, my real name, not the one on the fake ID Aaron arranged for me.
“Ah, the new hire,” he says, nodding. An unexpected smile touching his lips. “I’ve got your pass ready to go. You’re in the pit, down there.” He gestures down the narrow corridor. “Your manager, Marcus, will find you soon.”
I take the pass from his hand, looking at the name tag, my deceit staring me right in the face. “Thanks,” I murmur.
“Welcome to Vale Construction,” he says, winking. “Don’t worry. We’re not all big, scary oafs.”
I laugh, tension releasing slightly at his attitude towards me. A small, silly part of me wonders what it would be like to actually work here, rather than just pretend.
“I’m sure you’re all very nice,” I say.
I scan my pass and walk down the corridor. The pit is a collection of cubicles in the center of the room, surrounded by a few offices. A sign on the wall shows that there are two more floors, one for executives and the other for construction worker admin. My role is logistics, which translates to whatever they need.
Four men turn and look at me as I walk toward a desk with my name tag on it. I make it a point not to pity myself, or to make excuses when they stare. At twenty-five years old, I’ve gone through my share of struggles, dramatic events, and outbursts. I’m much better at keeping my feelings hidden than I used to be.
“Hi everyone,” I say, friendly but not too friendly. “It’s nice to meet you all.”
Smiles all around, but I see their eyes flitting up and down, checking me out. Not shameless or over the top, but definitely there, definitely and unavoidably happening.
I go around the room, shaking hands, and then sit at my desk.
Someone has left a form for me to fill out. Guilt pricks me as I write my fake name.
In my head, Grandma is judging me big time. “Whatever happens, you should be honest. Cowards hide behind lies.” Maybe I’m a coward, then, but I’m doing this for Grandma. Aaron has fixed it so that Grandma’s care comes from Pike Constructions, meaning that if he cuts me off, the hospital cuts Grandma off. I can’t let that happen. I’m nothing but his plaything. What a mess.
The elevator dings, and Marcus steps out, a tall, lean man with a crafted goatee. He walks over to my desk with long strides, seeming distracted and hurried.
“Ah, Izzy,” he says, looking down at his phone, tapping quickly as he talks. “Perfect timing. We need a runner for the site near the docks. Just general, all-purpose stuff. Can you handle that?” With his free hand, he reaches into his pocket and hands me a slip of paper, all while still texting rapidly. “Here’s the address. They’ll give you a helmet and a visor. Okay?” He nods. “Okay.” And turns away.
I stand, murmuring a thank you, as he spins on his heels and makes for the elevator. As I leave the room, one man laughs gruffly. Another mutters, “Rather her than me.” Being an all-purpose runner on a site can be the easiest job ever, making coffee and filing paperwork. Or it can be the most difficult, lugging bricks and trying to ignore the ache in my bones.