Tangled With The CEO
IONA ROSE
Contents
Author’s Note
1. Chance
2. Chance
3. Sierra
4. Chance
5. Sierra
6. Chance
7. Chance
8. Chance
9. Sierra
10. Sierra
11. Chance
12. Chance
13. Chance
14. Sierra
15. Chance
16. Chance
17. Sierra
18. Chance
19. Chance
20. Sierra
21. Chance
22. Chance
23. Chance
24. Sierra
Epilogue
Chance
Callie
Matt
Kimberley
Sebastian
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Tangled with
the CEO
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ISBN- 978-1-913990-19-0
Chapter One
Chance
I raise my glass in the air as the others do the same and then I down my rum. I get up and go to the small bar at the back of the plane and pour another one.
“Careful Chance,” Sebastian warns me with a laugh. “You might actually start enjoying yourself.”
I laugh along with the others, but Sebastian is right. I have a few things to do before I can let my hair down and enjoy myself this weekend. I take my drink back to my seat to sit down and watch the others for a moment.
Matt and Sebastian, my two older brothers, are playing some sort of drinking game, cheered on by Bradley, Mark and Rick, Sebastian’s friends. It’s his stag night and we’re on our way to Vegas. I know I should be making more of an effort, but I just can’t get in the mood until I know the few loose threads I had to leave at work are tied up.
In some ways, I admire Matt and Sebastian. They work hard, but they play hard too, especially Sebastian, although he’s calmed down a little since he became a father. Carl is almost two now and fatherhood suits Sebastian in a way I never thought would be possible. I half wish I could be a little bit more like Matt and Sebastian. Just leave my work at the office and worry about it on Monday. But it’s just not my style.
I’m not the sort of guy who can put off things that need to be done. They only play on my mind and niggle at me, where as if I can just get them done, then I can stop thinking about them. Except one thing always leads to the next and then I start thinking about that. And so it continues until my day off becomes another work day.
I sigh and shake my head. I don’t know why I’m suddenly being so reflective. I like my life. I like being all about work. I love what I do and it’s going to take more than a few nights in Vegas to convince me that I’m missing out on something more.
“Hey Chance?” Matt says.
I look up.
“It’s a stag party, not a funeral. Smile or something.” He laughs.
“Isn’t it pretty much the same thing?” I ask. “Once Seb gets married, his life is pretty much over right?”
This gets a chorus of cheers and a laugh from Sebastian.
I grin and tell myself to forget work, just for a couple of days while we have the stag party and then get the wedding over with. I can always catch up on work and now isn’t the time for work. It’s the time to be a good brother. I get back up to join the others where they’re still crowded around watching Matt and Sebastian play their drinking game.
It’s a good thing we have a private jet, because I don’t think a standard airline would take too kindly to this game. The only rule seems to be to sink as many shots as possible.
“What are they playing?” I ask, taking in the piles of shot glasses and the bottle of half gone Tequila.
Mark laughs. “I don’t think it has a name. Maybe it should be called alcohol poisoning or something. They have to build a pyramid out of shot glasses. The first person to do it wins and the other one has to drink five shots of Tequila in a row.”
It didn’t look quite as lethal as I first thought, now I know most of the shot glasses are just being used as building bricks.
Matt puts his hands in the air and cheers when he sets his final shot glass on his pyramid and it doesn’t fall over.
Sebastian groans. “Remind me again, why I suggested playing this. I suck at it.” He laughs.
“Shut up and drink.” Matt chuckles.
Sebastian shakes his head. “I’ve already lost two rounds. I won’t see Vegas at this rate.”
“Drink, drink, drink,” the guys begin to chant.
I find myself joining in with them.
“Okay, okay.” Sebastian grins, holding his hands up in surrender. He downs the shots one after the other, wincing after each one. He gets to the last one, looking like he’s about to throw up. He chases it down with half a bottle of beer and moans loudly when he’s done.
This gets him a round of cheers from the guys. He gets unsteadily to his feet and
