HIS RULES

  PIPER STONE

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Afterword

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  His Rules

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  PROLOGUE

  Istruggled to close the door with my foot since my arms were full of groceries, trying my best to be silent.

  A giggle almost erupted from my lips. He was home, the television going in the den. He was always watching some sports program.

  It was my boyfriend’s birthday and I’d decided to surprise him by cooking dinner. The task was something I hadn’t done in a long time. In fact, I couldn’t remember when I’d taken the time. He’d been complaining I was always too busy. He was right. I’d worked my ass off to get a promotion, which was supposed to be decided on Monday.

  I was excited and nervous at the same time. If I snagged it, my salary would be increased by fifty percent. Maybe then I could move out of the little shithole of an apartment.

  Taking cautious steps, I headed into the kitchen. I could only hope I’d find one so huge and gorgeous in my next place. Nathan made money, a go-getter at his father’s firm. The same firm I’d worked at for almost three years. I’d been hesitant to go on a date with him, but he’d wooed me into agreeing.

  It had been incredible ever since. Our one-year anniversary was coming up and we’d even discussed marriage. I was on cloud nine. Everything I’d ever wanted was about to come true.

  I placed the bags on the counter, noticing a bottle of wine was already open. Nathan wasn’t much on wine. Maybe he’d anticipated my arrival. I grabbed a glass from the wine rack, pouring myself a hefty amount before tiptoeing toward the den.

  What in the world was he watching? It sounded like a bunch of pigs rooting around. I bit back a laugh. His tastes in music and movies were all over the place so it wouldn’t surprise me one little bit. As soon as I moved toward the doorway, I noticed movement. The only light was coming from the television, but that couldn’t be the sound I was hearing.

  Not a chance when it appeared he had some Hallmark movie on. What the hell? He hated sappy movies. Or as he liked to call them, a woman’s excuse to beg for romance. Whatever.

  I took a sip of wine and stepped just inside the room.

  No one would ever accuse me of being a stupid woman. I’d graduated with honors from Columbia University here in New York City. I’d gone from working as an intern for Nathan’s father to senior accountant bucking for the head of the department. That was a steppingstone to being CFO one day.

  However, at this moment, I felt as if I’d lost a part of myself to some unknown alien who’d stolen parts of my brain. How could I have been so stupid, so blind?

  I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, calling him every disgusting, reprehensible name in the book. That would announce my arrival sufficiently.

  But she beat me to it.

  She, meaning the magnificent Barbie doll lookalike with huge perky tits and a teensy tiny waist. Her name was Cherry, but what she was doing was more like the icing on the bitter cake for me. Her head was bobbing perfectly the moment I’d walked in, but my entrance must have caught her eye.

  Her shriek was high pitched, her mouth open in a perfect large ‘O’ that brought vile thoughts into my mind. She’d tossed her long blonde hair back with so much force, I’d been certain she’d dislocated her neck from the weight of her two big boobs.

  At least I had the satisfaction of noticing they didn’t move. Not a single jiggle.

  “What… What is she doing here? I thought you said she was working late.” Cherry was obviously not talking to me, but I couldn’t give a shit at this point.

  I moved quickly toward the back of the couch, keeping a very wide smile on my face. It reminded me of the horror movie Nathan and I had watched together only three nights before. Be careful when someone smiled like a loon. They could be dangerous. “She took the night off so she could make her boyfriend, excuse me, her former boyfriend dinner. But I see he’s already eaten.”

  I’d never really been prone to violence. I even looked away during horrible fight scenes on a television program. But not this time. I tossed the wine in both their faces before grabbing a handful of her hair and jerking back my arm.

  It was a childish thing to do, but it certainly made me feel better.

  There was something awe-inspiring about seeing the two of them buck naked, Nathan’s cock still fully aroused. Funny how I’d never noticed it was a tiny little dick.

  Just like the man.

  “Nathan, baby. She can’t do that to me!”

  “Shut up, Cherry. Kacey. Wait. We can talk about this.”

  “Why bother? You’re already celebrating.” I stormed toward the entryway, doing my best to keep the anger rolling so the sadness wouldn’t creep in and steal the show.

  “You’re right,” Cherry had the nerve to call after me. “We are celebrating. Why don’t you tell her why, honey bunchkins?”

  Honey bunchkins? I was going to vomit more than just a little in my mouth. The fear I would burst into tears haunted the hell out of me, but my curiosity about what she was getting at was worse.

  I spun around so fast I almost tripped on my own two feet. “What? What, pray tell, could you be celebrating other than doing your best to make me look like an idiot? Well, you failed, buddy. You’re the idiot. And I’m going to make certain your father knows exactly what you did.”

  Oh, great. Now I was going to be a tattler? No, I’d hold my head high when I walked back into the office and act like I didn’t give a damn.

  He narrowed his eyes and puffed up like some big he-man. “My father handed out the promotion this afternoon.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Wait. Really?

  “Congratulations to me,” Cherry purred then giggled. “So sorry you didn’t get the job. You know, you’re kind of cute when your face turns red.”

  How could that man give her of all people, a girl who could barely count to ten let alone balance her checkbook, my promotion? I wasn’t certain whether to be furious or laugh hysterically.

  “Oh, yeah? Well, you’re kind of ugly with your plastic tits.” With that, I turned around and walked slowly, beseechingly slowly toward his front door.

  Fuck the food.

  Fuck the man.

  Fuck my life.

  CHAPTER 1

  Sebastian

  “Mr. Winfield, what does it feel like to be voted Man of the Year?” The female reporter was right by my side, meeting my long strides with ease. She was beautiful as most on-air talent was. Perfect in every way.

  And boring.

  I’d had my fill of plastic women with hidden agendas. For the time being, I was happy to have no need for female companionship.

  That was subject to change since I’d also been called a hound dog in my younger years. What was wrong with being a playboy? I snickered from the thought. Sadly, the woman had caught me at the wrong moment. The phone call I’d just received indicated my world was about to be rocked.

  I was pissed and eager to determine the reason behind the sudden difficulties.

  “Fine,” I barked.

  “Oh, come on,” she purred. “You deserved it. You’re one generous, kind man.”

  If she only knew just how unkind I truly was.

  “Not bad on the e
yes either.” If the woman purred any more, she’d turn into a kitten.

  In the days prior to learning the craft of control, I’d have sidled up to her, providing an opportunity for her to see just how hot I was.

  I’d been accosted as soon as I’d left the hotel ballroom of the charity event, reporters following me as I attempted to leave. I buttoned my tuxedo jacket and reminded myself to smile for the cameras. I needed to get the woman off my back, so I stopped and attempted to act nonchalant and even friendly. A tough job for a man like me.

  “I’m eternally grateful to receive such an honor.” I wondered if any of the reporters could tell I didn’t give a shit. I’d become a master at keeping my expression even, necessary in the business world. Even more so in such a lucrative industry.

  However, that didn’t mean I would tolerate the questions or the interactions much longer. I preferred to keep my life very private.

  My fake smile had worked. She was eating it up, her perky little nipples showing through her thin blouse.

  But I wasn’t the least bit interested.

  “Although I would prefer to discuss what an incredible job the Children’s Hospital is doing,” I added, a plug for the charity event I’d been forced to go to after losing a bet with my partner. We usually alternated attending such ridiculous functions, but I’d been stuck with this one. I loathed being forced into small talk with pompous assholes pretending to care about children.

  All the wealthy participants were doing was networking, determined to remain top dog in whatever industry they were in. I’d stayed the obligatory forty-five minutes listening to their whining. Not a minute more. There was little I tolerated less than stupidity.

  “Yes, well, I’m certain the women of St. Louis would prefer talking about you.” She flashed her pearly whites before pursing her lips. A clear invitation.

  I was finished with the ridiculous conversation and the blonde’s flirting techniques as she batted her fake eyelashes.

  “If you’ll excuse me, I have another engagement.” I moved away from her, pushing through the other reporters who immediately started barking questions. I couldn’t care less if my behavior seemed rude. I wasn’t put on this earth to please anyone but myself.

  The next few days would be extremely busy. Drake owed me one and I intended on making him pay for having to deal with this bullshit.

  Besides, my partner would tease me relentlessly regarding the useless award.

  The cheap plastic trophy would be tossed in the trash the moment it arrived.

  Now I had work to do. Fuck the rest.

  Kacey

  Wanted: Financial Analyst to work with a grumpy CFO. Duties include taming the savage beast and enduring verbal contentiousness. Must be good with numbers.

  The help wanted ad placed on the job notification board still cracked me up. The position sounded more like being a glorified assistant, but it had certainly caught my eye.

  I’d been standing in front of the full-length mirror for almost fifteen minutes. Time wasted and that wasn’t like me. I leaned forward, checking my reflection to ensure I didn’t have on too much blush and that my eyes were lined flawlessly. I’d forgone an ultra-dark pencil, instead picking a subtle shade of green, which brought out the luminous look of my eyes. Every hair was perfectly in place in the exquisitely coiffed bun. Utter perfection.

  Not.

  But the look would certainly do.

  I was finished with crying, throwing tantrums, and drinking myself silly. It was time to regroup and move on.

  Out of the city. What was I talking about? Out of state. I couldn’t stand another day of catching Nathan and Cherry sucking face in the breakroom. A clean break was the only way I had a chance of healing.

  I’d made myself two promises, the first being that I’d never look back. The second was that I’d swear off men for at least a year to establish a new position and to save money for my own home. I was sick of living in cramped spaces with dingy, filthy alleys as a ‘prime’ view. I was done with crime and drug deals right outside my door.

  And I was totally finished with arrogant assholes who truly believed because they had money, they could treat everyone like a lower being.

  Sighing, I opened my mouth, fingering the corners to make certain the twenty-four-hour stain was exactly where it was supposed to be. With my stylish white blouse and charcoal jacket, I looked both professional and conservative. That’s exactly what I was going for. I had to wow the woman interviewing me.

  Backing away, I shifted my hips back and forth, grinning as I flicked my gaze to the rest of my outfit. Sweatpants and fuzzy slippers. Pink slippers to be exact. A gag gift from my mischievous best friend back home. She knew I loathed the color, yet here I was wearing them. Well, with this being a Zoom call interview, I could at least feel comfortable with half my body.

  I checked the time before fluffing my hair. Five minutes. Five full minutes to worry over how well the interview would go. I wouldn’t say getting a job in my hometown would ultimately change my life, but it beat the high cost, high crime, and high entitlement New York offered.

  Besides, I was going nowhere fast in a dead-end job with no chance for promotion since Barbie had stolen it. This was the job I wanted, even though I’d already had a phone interview with one other.

  St. Louis. Here I come.

  It wasn’t like I had a boyfriend to keep me here. My dating life had been abysmal at best, men sensing I wasn’t the kind of girl who accepted bullshit. Then Nathan had come along. Being blinded wasn’t my best attribute.

  Even if I had to wait tables and live with my father for a few months, I’d made the decision to leave and I was sticking to it. Before I sat down, I grabbed a cutesy little hanky scarf I’d purchased for myself, folding the rich silk just so before placing it in the breast pocket of my jacket. Who said men were the only ones who could pull off the look?

  My phone chimed the alarm I’d set, a reminder to sit my butt down in the chair in front of my computer. I already had a bottle of water waiting for me in case I experienced a coughing fit, which is what I usually did when I was super nervous. There was a specific reason this interview had turned my butterflies into a stinging swarm of hornets.

  The money.

  At twice what I was making in New York and with the cost of living in St. Louis roughly half, it was like getting a quadruple raise. I grinned at the thought, easing into the chair and pressing my finger on the trackpad. The meeting had yet to start. At least I was ready and on time.

  I plastered on a smile as I waited. After what had to be a half hour, I checked my watch. Less than five minutes had passed. But still no blip indicating the meeting was about to begin.

  When another five true minutes had passed, one of my worst attributes began to weave its ugly way to the surface. I had no patience. None. I was the kind of woman to prepare days, even weeks ahead. I was painfully early to every event, often pissing off the host. I was extremely organized, never leaving a single piece of paper on my desk when I left for the day.

  One of my favorite expressions was ‘failure to plan on your part doesn’t constitute an emergency on mine.’ And I’d used it more than once. I glared at the screen as I drummed my fingers on the surface of my tiny desk that I’d crammed against the wall next to my closet. An onslaught of honking horns right outside my window further frustrated me.

  After another two minutes, I cracked the water bottle, taking a gulping sip. As my luck would have it, Ms. Bennett opted for that very moment to appear on screen. I spit out the entire sip, narrowly avoiding splashing it all across my laptop screen.

  She wasn’t young, but wasn’t old either, as it was impossible to tell from her pinched face. “Ms. Taylor?”

  “Ms. Bennett. I apologize.”

  “Yes, well, don’t worry about it. I’m Tabitha Bennett, human resources director for Aeronautical Enterprises. Let’s get started. I have another interview in fifteen minutes.” She checked her watch as if all this was a huge waste of her time.

  The feisty woman inside of me almost snapped at her with a caustic reply. With an important position up for grabs like financial analyst for a Fortune 500 company, I would think she’d be more diligent in her efforts. Thankfully, the little voice inside my head insisted that would be a job-losing proposition.