Mr. Bossy Devil
Alphalicious Billionaires Boss
Lindsey Hart
CONTENTS
CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
BOOK DESCRIPTION
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
EPILOGUE
ALPHALICIOUS BILLIONAIRES BOX SET 1
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
COPYRIGHT
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical or electronic, including photocopying or recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, or transmitted by email without permission in writing from the publisher. While all attempts and efforts have been made to verify the information held within this publication, neither the author nor the publisher assumes any responsibility for errors, omissions, or opposing interpretations of the content herein. The book is for entertainment purposes only. The views expressed are those of the author alone and should not be taken as expert instruction or commands.
Copyright © Passion House Publishing Ltd 2020
All rights reserved.
Edits by Charmaine Tan. Cover by Cosmic Letterz.
You can contact the author, Lindsey Hart at:
BOOK DESCRIPTION
Operation ex-stepsister seduction
I know how it sounds.
And no, I'm not backing off.
There was a time when we were more best friends than siblings,
Until the great fall-out between our parents.
I always wondered how she was doing.
But I never looked her up.
I was too busy making billions.
So, imagine my absolute shock,
When she comes blazing right into my board meeting,
Legs a mile long, curves by the millions,
And absolutely ready to take me down a couple of pegs.
But wait. Because what the freaking hell happened to the nerdy kid I remember?
Since when did she have a need for a D-Cup, for god's sake?!
And why am I ready to fire all my executives for also staring at said cup area?
I know I should probably be way more concerned about why she is looking at me like I am the devil incarnate.
But this devil is busy formulating other plans.
Plans which include his ex-stepsister.
Because this devil wants her.
And what the devil wants, the devil always gets.
CHAPTER 1
Raiden
People say they know me. They think they know me. They might even make a good case for their knowledge, based on both my business and personal reputation, and over the years, I’ve made quite a reputation, but we’ll get to that later.
There are numerous things I detest in life, but there are three and a half things that really do it for me. The kind that’s like stubbing your precious little baby toe against a hard object in the middle of the night.
How does one hate three and a half things? Well, the half is eggs. I like them half of the time. The other half of the time, they are an abomination that should be wiped off the earth for all I care. Especially. Eggs. With. Runny. Yolks. Might as well just crack the thing straight onto a plate and serve it up. Hard. Pass.
The other two things I absolutely cannot stand under any circumstances are fake people and pizza. Why pizza? Because there have been at least six times when I’ve eaten it and barfed soon after, and now, it evokes such disgust in me that I can’t even look at the damn stuff without my stomach wanting to eject all its contents.
The third thing took me by surprise. I actually just learned today, on seeing the newest addition to my tech empire, that there is one thing worse than eggs, pizza, and fake people.
That third, magically shitty element comes in the form of one Zoe Scarlet Anderson, age thirty. My ex-stepsister.
Yes, it is possible to have an ex-stepsister. First of all, it requires two people, namely my mom and her dad, who are completely toxic when it comes to relationships and each other. Mash them together for four years, add in a marriage which is pretty much shit in its own right, and then toss in a hint of a divorce from fucking hell (yes, fucking hell is worse than regular hell), and voila. There you have it.
I haven’t seen Zoe since I was fourteen and she was twelve. At the risk of sounding like a huge asshole, and probably a few other things, I’ll just say she was the geekiest duck in the pond. But long story short, she’s changed. A lot. Those eighteen years have been kind to her. She was always a tomboy back then, trying hard to prove that anything the boys could do, she could do, and do better. Now she has boobs and a tight butt. Sans braces and glasses, it’s easy to see why the entire boardroom, even some of the women, are currently salivating at her as she walks past the glass windows with her head held high like a fucking goddess, a scowl on her face like she’s ready to go to war. And no, it doesn’t detract from her beauty whatsoever.
There’s this shitty part about takeovers that I prefer to do myself. Like, show up in person in a company that just sold out to me, assure people that they won’t lose their jobs, and it isn’t the end of the world. Change is good. Rebranding is good. It’s all good.
Except, in this case, it’s not all fucking good.
This case is the worst-case scenario.
I had no idea Zoe Anderson worked for the small software development company I just added
