BOSS: A Stepbrother Billionaire Romance by Victoria Villeneuve Read Free Book Online Page B

bad boy with no respect for rules that he had been a few years ago. Adulthood, and business ownership, it seemed hadn’t changed him at all.
    I scrolled through the first article. It had a list of Kiegan’s girlfriends, all from the last couple of years, and the list was already in the double digits. Plus that was just the ones the media knew about. In one corner was a picture of my brother, his arm around a Victoria’s Secret Angel, together in Rome. I couldn’t help it. I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw his hands wrapped around her waist, his fingers lingering ever so slightly on her waist. Her face was turned towards his in laughter, and he leaned in towards her, like he wanted to be as close to her as possible.
    I sighed and closed that article. It wasn’t normal. I shouldn’t have these feelings for the man that made my teenage years hell. I couldn’t explain why I did. How was it possible for someone to feel both lust and rage whenever they thought about a person?
    It doesn’t matter , I thought to myself, closing all the tabs I’d opened. You’re never going to see him again. You’re never going to speak to him again. And your life is all the better for it.
    I did my best to think about other things. But I couldn’t help the anger building up inside of me. It wasn’t fair that the asshole who bullied me all through high school had the looks of a Greek God, more money than God and lived the life of an untouchable king while I sat here in my drafty apartment, thinking about where my next meal was coming from. No, it wasn’t fair at all. As I fell asleep that night, I swore I was never going to look up anything about Kiegan Hunt again. I was going to go on with my life, and he could go on with his, and they were never going to intersect again, ever.
    Boy was I ever wrong about that one.

Chapter Eight
    Three weeks later I was still as poor as ever, with no end in sight. It was already September, which meant winter was coming, and while the Seattle winters were really mild compared to those in Boston, it still meant bringing out the space heater and risking a higher heating bill I couldn’t really afford. Instead, I figured I’d just have to dig out my big blanket and hope that would do it.
    I was going out every day and dropping off resumes wherever I could, but it all seemed so hopeless. Every day I’d see that I had no new calls for interviews, and I wondered if I was ever going to get a job again. I briefly considered going back to Boston with my tail between my legs, but I knew that wasn’t an option.
    Then one day, everything changed. I was walking past the Space Needle with a pile of resumes in my hand when I noticed something was going on. I looked around and noticed the streets around the base were closed off to cars, and tents had been set up. Music was blasting from somewhere, and I could smell the food trucks all coming in to the nearby streets to get some extra business.
    What’s going on? I wondered. I made my way slowly through the crowd, happily accepting a free pack of chips from some girls handing them out for promotion, thrilled to be able to get some free junk food. Over to my left I saw a cordoned off area, probably about fifty feet by fifty feet, with a giant red X in the middle. I figured whatever was about to happen was going to be over there, so I made my way to it, standing next to the hastily erected fence to keep people away.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice announced over an invisible loudspeaker, the voice filling the entire area. “Welcome to the Space Needle Jump. Today, you’re going to see a feat that is rarely ever performed, as we watch an American daredevil base jump off this amazing local landmark. ARE YOU READY?” he cried, and the noise from the crowd became deafening.
    I looked up and shielded my eyes from the glaring sun with my hand. I spotted a figure standing on the top of the Space Needle, his arms out, like a professional diver getting ready to drop