Pretty Broken Dreams: A Pretty Broken Standalone Novel by Jeana E. Mann

Author:Jeana E. Mann [Mann, Jeana E.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Ishkadiddle Publishing
Published: 2017-05-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Cam - Today

WHEN THE DOOR closes behind Vanessa, the lid comes off my temper. I throw the first thing I see against the wall, a black vase. It shatters into tiny pieces. I always hated that thing anyway. Then I proceed to pace the length of my office a dozen times. Who does she think she’s messing with? I’m Cameron Blackwood—rich, successful, powerful. Being around her reduces my composure to shreds, muddies my thoughts, and plays havoc with my emotions. I don’t like being out of control.

I dial Tristan’s extension. “Get down here.”

“What’s wrong?” He’s alert, knowing my moods better than anyone.

“Just get down here. We’re pulling out of Seaforth Media. ASAP.”

I stare out the window at the city. New York is my home, but Laurel Falls has been my headquarters for the past five years. The street below teems with activity: road construction, tourists, traffic. My office is silent, insulated from the noise. I lean my forehead against the glass and wonder if the struggle to the top has been worth it. The upper-class still treats me like a man-whore, my father is still a murderer, and aside from a dozen overflowing bank accounts, I’m still Cameron Blackwood. Money changed nothing but the size of my apartment and the number of automobiles in my garage.

The doors slide open. I turn, expecting Tristan, finding Vanessa instead. I open my mouth to give her a piece of my mind, but she raises a hand. I’ve never seen her like this—green eyes blazing, shoulders tense, chin high.

“Miss me already?” I ask, my words acidic.

“I wasn’t finished. You don’t get to toss me out like that.”

One of my assistants trots after her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood. She wouldn’t stop. Would you like me to call security?”

I raise a hand. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll show Ms. Seaforth out myself.” In two strides, I’m at Vanessa’s side, her elbow in my grip.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not until you hear me out.” Vanessa’s voice is low, commanding, and hard as steel. “I don’t know what you imagined just happened, but you’re way off base.”

“Leave us.” My assistant backs out of the door. I stare down at Vanessa. “I’ve heard enough of your bullshit.”

She struggles against my hold. I wrap an arm around her waist and tug her to my chest. The round, soft mounds of her breasts mold to my chest. Years have passed, but the attraction is still there. Anger vibrates through every inch of her body. I hate myself for still wanting her, almost as much as I hate her for coming back into my life.

“If you want me, you can have me. We can do it right here.” She’s no longer struggling.

The woman in my arms is powerful and in control, even though I’m twice her size. The thought of bending her over my desk, propping her round ass in the air, and taking her from behind unleashes a hidden treasure trove of desire. I let go but don’t step away. She raises a hand like she’s going to slap me but grips the back of my neck instead.

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