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Back Stronghold
Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
  34. 7
  35. 8
  36. 9
  37. 10
  38. 11
  39. 12
  40. 13
  41. 14
  42. 15
  43. 16
  44. 17
  45. 18
  46. 19
  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
  51. 1
  52. 2
  53. 3
  54. 4
  55. 5
  56. 6
  57. 7
  58. 8
  59. 9
  60. 10
  61. 11
  62. 12
  63. 13
  64. 14
  65. 15
  66. 16
  67. 17
  68. 18
  69. 19
  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
  74. Don't miss out!

“I think I’m aware he’s escalating and that he knows where I live, I’m the one it’s happening to, I’m the one who came home and found his handiwork on Saturday.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. As if she could forget. Ha! She wished she could. “I do not need you to pick out a security system for me. If I decide to get one, I’ll pick out my own thank you.”

“If?!” Now he was starting to sound like his brother had in the kitchen. “Olivia, just get a damn security system! Hell, I’ll pay for it!”

Her temper lit up like he’d just thrown gasoline on it. “I don’t need you to pick one out and I definitely don’t need you to pay for it!”

“I’m not trying to insult your pride,” he snapped back, his blue eyes sparking with annoyance. “But I’d rather you have one than not, and if picking it out and paying for it are beyond you then I’ll do it. Think of it as an early Christmas present. Hell, consider it a perk of managing Marquis. I don’t care why you get one as long as you get one.”

“A perk of managing Marquis? As in, because you’re the owner you can decide what security system I get and then push it on me?”

The expression on his face changed into something almost like shock and then anger. “That’s not how I meant it. You know that’s not how I meant it.”

“Oh do I? That’s pretty much how it sounded to me.” Now she was the one crossing her arms over her chest. Luke shifted back on his heels as she glared daggers at him, obviously now on the defensive. Hot anger was burning in her chest and it was all she could do to keep from screaming at him. “But now you’re going to tell me what I know, what I should think, because you know better than me?”

“That’s not what I meant. You just want to make this into a boss-employee thing so you can feel like you were right about us being a bad idea, but it doesn’t have anything to do with that.”

“I think you should go,” she said, gritting out the words through her teeth. She was too angry to keep this up with him right now and about five seconds away from saying some things she might regret later. Might.