Free Billionaire Boss by Jessica Marx Page B

all the way to the elevator. He doesn’t kiss me before going our separate ways, but he squeezes my hand and doesn’t seem to want to let go.
    “Have a great day, Samantha,” Mason winks.
    “You too, Mr. Grant,” I wink back.
    This should be interesting.

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Mason
    “ A re you fucking crazy ?”
    “Maybe,” I reply sarcastically.
    “You must be,” my father replies, taking a seat in front of my desk.
    “I have a lot of work to do,” I say, not so subtlety hinting that he should leave.
    “Oh, you’re actually going to work today? I figured you would just jerk off in your office since all you seem to think about is your hot piece of ass employee,” my father comments snidely.
    I want to punch him so bad, but I don’t, “you don’t need to refer to Samantha like that. She has a name, you know.”
    “What’s the difference? You’ll forget it soon enough when you move on to the next one,” he snaps, “I just don’t know why you decided to shit where you eat. You know there are rules against that - and it never ends well.”
    “I didn’t decide to do anything,” I reply loudly. I slam my fist on the desk, “dammit, dad, I love her.”
    “You’re an idiot.”
    “Fuck you. Just because you don’t know what love is, doesn’t mean I can’t.”
    “For the last couple of months you two have been having a very obvious love affair. Do you think no one knows? Do you actually believe this woman loves you for anything more than your money? Jesus, Mason, you haven’t made much of an effort to keep this a secret - showing up almost every day to work together. I hope you’re having fun playing house.”
    I run my hand through my hair, “we’re not playing house . Don’t you have an island to run off to or something? I would like to go back to running this business - and my life - without your nose in everything.”
    “Obviously my nose needs to be in everything. That girl is going to take you for everything you have - mark my words.”
    “You’ll be eating those words one day,” I snarl, looking down at the papers on my desk. I’m too angry to read them, I just want to look busy so Garrison can get back to doing whatever it is he does here.
    “Do as you please, just try not to do anything to upset her. If we need to hire lawyers to protect ourselves when you break her heart, it’s coming out of your pocket.”
    “No problem,” I reply, “if you’re finished now, I have some actual work that needs to be done.”
    “I’m just trying to protect you, son. Women can be crafty when they need to be. Young girl, living with her mother, no father in the picture? A handsome, wealthy, sugar daddy is exactly what she needs.”
    “I wish you would just stop looking at our relationship like that and understand that we actually like each other - a lot.”
    “If you say so,” he concedes, “I’ll back off. Seems like I’m going to be here for another few weeks. I don’t want to spend it arguing.”
    “That’s the first thing you’ve said that I agree with.”
    Garrison stands and walks toward the door, “you’ve been doing a decent job running this company in my absence. I just want to be sure you’re as diligent with your personal life. I made a mess of my own life in the past. I would hate to see you do the same.”
    “Thanks, dad,” I respond, dismissively.
    I understand that he’s trying to do what’s best for me. I shouldn’t get mad at my father. At this point in life, I should understand his demeanor and the way he handles things. Perhaps I should invite him to spend some time with Samantha and I. Maybe then he would understand - or at least see that we have something special. I don’t know if I’m ready to put her through that kind of torture yet though.

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Samantha
    “ N ice to have you here for a visit,” my mother kids, “too bad you’re only here because you’re sick,” she adds, placing a bowl of home made soup in front of me.
    “Thanks, mom. Your chicken soup always