10-24 (Line of Duty Book 3) by Xyla Turner

Author:Xyla Turner [Turner, Xyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AZINA MEDIA PUBLICATIONS
Published: 2018-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

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It was nine o’clock by the time I left the office since we had to do some emergency decisions. I knew the weekend would turn to shit with the amount of time it took to call a press conference. I had already told Zora, I’d be home soon, and that was two hours ago. Everyone was working at the Warriors headquarters. So, she and I wouldn’t be able to do the weekend thing as planned, and that shit was pissing me off.

By the time I arrived home, Zora had made herself comfortable and looked as if she had fallen asleep on the couch watching the sports channel. Of course, it was revealing how the Lady Warriors’ owner fired the coach that’s suing the organization. It also revealed the entire coaching staff was fired and began to tell the sob stories of all their lives and dedication to the sport.

Needless to say, I was not popular by any stretch of the imagination. Probably half of my staff didn’t like me after today but honestly, I could give a fuck because shit had to be done. It was my job to do it and the truth of the matter is that is why I was the owner. It’s hard for workers to understand owners’ mentalities and vice-versa. When the buck stops with you, then every goddamn thing is on you. Owners can’t blame anyone but everyone blames owners.

I flipped off the television, which caused Zora to wake up.

“Oh my gosh.” she looked around. “I’m sorry. I dozed off.”

“Fuck, it’s my fault. I didn’t know this day would go to shit like this.” I rounded the corner of the couch to meet her as she stood.

“Are you okay?” she asked as those big brown eyes searched mine.

It seemed she was looking for some type of emotion from me: Hurt, sadness or just weariness. If anything, I was fucking pissed but I couldn’t have given a fuck about that other shit. I was here now, with her and she had waited for me.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” I ran my hands down her arms. “Just tired of bullshit.”

To my utter surprise, Zora ran her hands up my chest, effectively taking off my jacket. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt, removed my cufflinks, undid my belt and the damn woman untied my shoes.

I was going to fucking marry her.

She grabbed my hand and led me toward the bedroom.

“Did you eat?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I responded, not sure where she was going with her line of questioning.

“Good.” We made it to my bedroom, which wasn’t hard to find, since I was in a two-story condo in downtown Philadelphia. It was spacious but more big ass rooms than it was individual bedrooms.

I followed her to my private bathroom, where she turned on the shower and said, “Wash the day away and I’ll join you in a minute.”

My eyes held hers and then she smiled.

“Go ahead. Relax and enjoy the spray from this monstrosity of a shower.” She laughed and left me inside.

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