Kat T. Masen
ARROGANT AUSSIE
A Cocky Hero Club Creation
Kat T. Masen
Copyright 2020 Kat T. Masen
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.
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Arrogant Aussie is a standalone story inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s Cocky Bastard. It’s published as part of the Cocky Hero Club world, a series of original works, written by various authors, and inspired by Keeland and Ward’s New York Times bestselling series.
Gabriella
It was supposed to be simple—drink tequila, forget about the life I’m running away from, and have one wild night. That’s exactly what my next-door neighbor, Aubrey, told me to do.
That’s when I met him—the arrogant Aussie.
It’s easy to forget a night with a stranger until that stranger is living next door.
Oliver
If it weren’t for my horrific motorbike accident, I’d still be playing soccer. Instead, I’m crashing at my mate, Chance’s place with no clue where my life is heading.
I needed an escape while I got my head together.
But it was never supposed to be with her—the girl next door. The rich heiress arranged to be married to some wealthy snob, and I was the arrogant Aussie who didn’t care about anyone but myself.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Gabriella Carmichael is a heartbreaker—the worst kind.
And I’m selfish, cocky, and won’t settle for second best.
I have to make her all mine.
There is no other choice.
To my husband, my arrogant Aussie, my pain in the ass.
My best friend.
There’s no mistaking that Aussies love their slang. Our resident cocky hero is Oliver Madden, otherwise known as the Arrogant Aussie.
Oliver loves arse. Yes, you read right, us Aussies love to throw in an ‘R’ just to make it sound rough.
But, of course, our lovely Americans including our heroine, Gabriella, and ever so feisty side-kick, Aubrey, love to say ass.
Arse, Ass, buttocks, backside… I think you get the idea.
PS: This Aussie author loves arse. And especially when it’s attached to our sexy cocky heroes, Oliver, and, of course, Chance Bateman.
PSS: This book is written using some Australian euphemisms and slang words that form part of the Australian spoken word. If you’d like further explanation, or to discuss the translation or meaning of a particular word, please do not hesitate to contact this Aussie author. Contact details have been provided at the end of this book.
Blurb
Dedication
Note to Reader
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
Bonus Scene
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Oliver
The voices, disguised as whispers, travel through the thin walls and into the small guest bedroom.
“Explain to me again how you know Oliver,” Aubrey asks.
There’s a pause, followed by a clang, causing Chance to grunt out a string of profanities.
“We played for the same club just in different divisions.”
“What does that even mean… divisions?” I can hear the confusion in Aubrey’s tone. “So, he’s your friend?”
“We’re soccer acquaintances,” Chance corrects her. “Mutha-fucking-hell, did you see the size of that thing?”
“Can you tone down the language? Honestly, you know CJ is a sponge. The other day I caught him saying ‘bugger’ when his toy truck wouldn’t close.”
There’s more shuffling and random noises which I’d rather ignore, but find it almost impossible given the proximity to where they are located in the house.
I hate staying in other people’s homes. Invasion of someone’s personal space makes me uncomfortable—sharing the same shower, using the same bathroom, tiptoeing around the kitchen at night when you need some water, or God forbid, something to eat.
It’s not like I can’t afford to stay somewhere else. I could have rented my own place, or even crashed at one of the hotels in Hollywood with housekeeping and room service at my beck and call. This wasn’t my preference.
Yet, Chance insisted I stay until the media back home settles down. He was quick to warn me that isolation is a devil in disguise. No good would come of me being holed up in some fancy hotel with my phone and the internet in my idle hands.
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. This is the only place I could run to, at least the only place which welcomed me with open arms, or so I thought.
“So, he’s your friend, acquaintance, whatever, and not some ax-wielding murderer?”
“You forget serial killer,” Chance reminds her, jokingly. “Specializes in hitchhikers and annoying wives.”
“You’re not being serious, Chance.”
“And you’re being uptight, princess.”
There’s silence between them, and part of me feels guilty for even causing this argument. I’ve known Chance for years. He’s as laid back as you can get, yet Aubrey is different. She is nice, greeted me politely, and not once in the last day has said anything
