Follow Me Darkly by Helen Hardt

Author:Helen Hardt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: City Life Fiction;Coming of Age Fiction;New Adult & College Romance;Romantic Erotica;Women's Literary Fiction;Contemporary Romance Fiction;Helen Hardt;#1 New york Times Bestselling Author;Steel Brothers Saga;Follow Me Darkly;Follow Me Under;Follow Me Always;Billionaire Romance;New York City;Social Media Influencers;Alpha Hero Romance;Domineering Hero Romance;Kansas;Blue Collar Billionaire Hero;Alpha Hero Billionaire;Millionaire Books;Legacy by Helen Hardt;Decent by Helen Hardt;Awakened by Helen Hardt;Kinky Romance;BDSM Romance;Tortured Hero Romance;Sexy Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

I’m Braden Black’s girlfriend.

At least that’s how one of my new followers describes me.

You’re so lucky to be Braden Black’s girlfriend! #envious

This new comment appears on the post of Tessa and me from the gala after I get home from work. I’m warming up some leftover beef stew when my cell rings. Must be Tessa. She saw the post. Without looking at the number, I put it to my ear. “Hi, Tess.”

“It’s not Tess.”

Braden. How did he get my cell number? Ridiculous question. He’s Braden Black.

“Hi,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I see you’re gaining quite a following.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty weird.”

“Get used to it.”

“I’ll try. I can always put my account back to private.”

“You can,” he says, “but you won’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just trust me. Do you want to get dinner?”

“I’m heating up leftovers.”

“Enough for two?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Great. I’ll be there in three minutes.”

“In three minutes? What—”

“I’m right outside your building.”

“How did you— Never mind. Christopher knows where I live.”

“He does, but I didn’t need him to find you. See you in a few.”

I race to the bathroom and run a brush through my hair, fluffing it. My makeup is fine, but I’ve changed into sweats and a tank top and my feet are bare. Oh well. This will have to do.

A minute later, Braden is knocking on my door.

I open it.

My breath catches. He’s clad in a black suit with a white shirt. He’s removed his tie, though, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. His eyes are heavy-lidded and his full lips slightly parted. I’ll never tire of his male beauty. The fact that he rarely smiles only makes him hotter, for some reason unknown to me.

He walks in as if he owns the place. Come to think of it, that’s how he always walks in any room. My modest studio is a large closet compared to his palace. I say a quick thanks to the universe that I made my bed this morning. That’s a fifty-fifty possibility on any given day.

“Smells good,” he says.

“Beef stew. One of my specialties. My mom’s recipe, a staple from my childhood.”

His lips quirk, and for a second, I think he’s going to smile.

He doesn’t. “I love beef stew.”

“Good. Though I’m sure Marilyn could prepare you a gourmet version that totally puts mine to shame.”

“Marilyn has never made beef stew.”

He loves beef stew but his personal chef doesn’t make it? Puzzling. But I’m done with the subject of stew. “So much for small talk. Why are you here, Braden?”

“To join you for dinner.”

“We just saw each other at lunch.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll go if you’d rather I not be here.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I want him here. I really want him here. I’m just confused as all get out. “Stay.”

“All right.”

“I just meant…you said you didn’t want a relationship, but here you are.”

“And…?”

“And…we’ve seen a lot of each other in a short time. Doesn’t that make us…something?”

He rubs his jawline. “It makes you my girlfriend, Skye. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Girlfriend?” I shake my head.

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