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Автор Р.С. Грей
Coldhearted Boss
R. S. Grey
Coldhearted Boss
Copyright © 2019 R. S. Grey
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Published: R. S. Grey 2019
Editing: Editing by C. Marie
Proofreading: JaVa Editing, Red Leaf Proofing
Cover Design: R. S. Grey
Contents
Author’s Note
Coldhearted Boss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
Excerpt
Arrogant Devil
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Stay Connected
Acknowledgements
Author’s Note:
Coldhearted Boss is a full-length standalone novel. At the end, I’ve included an excerpt from my bestselling romantic comedy Arrogant Devil.
Coldhearted Boss concludes at around 90% on your device.
Happy Reading!
XO, RS Grey
Chapter 1
Taylor
I hang up my phone with an angry groan and let my forehead smack against the bar. The wood doesn’t bite as much as I want it to. I was hoping I’d blackout for a couple minutes or—
Angrier than ever, I clutch my cheap prepaid phone in my lap and tighten my grip, wondering how close I am to pulverizing it. Surely it’s not that hard.
“These are on the house. ”
I crane my neck only high enough that I’m eye level with a shot glass full of maraschino cherries. They’re nudged farther in my direction by the surly-looking bartender.
“Aren’t those always on the house?” I remark with a healthy dose of snark. I’m taking my anger out on the wrong person.
“For
Shaken by the idea that he’s going to revoke his offer and steal what will likely be my only dinner, I sit up quickly and swipe the shot glass away from him, aiming a grateful smile his way. It’s been so long since I’ve felt gratitude that I don’t think I achieve the desired effect. My teeth are clenched in more of a pseudo-snarl rather than an actual smile. He shoots me an odd look and then shakes his head, moving down to the other end of the bar to unpack some new bottles of liquor.
