Torn: Part Three (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (The Torn Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

mine. Screw him for belittling it.
    “No.” He takes a deep breath. “I came out here to see what it will take to make you quit working for my mother.”
    I roll my eyes. “Of course, you did. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but as I said, not interested.” I dig my keys out of my purse. By the time I find them, he's standing a lot closer. So close that I'm startled by the heat radiating from him.
    “I told you that I can make you interested,” his voice is as smooth as silk, making me feel things that I hate. It's amazing how some men have that power—to do things to you with just their voice. It's manipulation. A lot of businessmen are trained to speak in such a way that it commands attention. “I can write you a check right now. It can be,” he hesitates, “enough to replace this.” He taps the hood of my car with his fist, and all of my poise goes out the window.
    I jab my finger into his chest. The certainty in his eyes fades for a moment, and I take great pleasure in the thought that I rattled him. “What in the fuck is your problem with my car? Have you ever thought that maybe I don't want a new car? Maybe I like what I'm driving. We don't all need new toys, Holden.”
    He takes a step back, holding his hands up in surrender. “You can use the money on whatever you want. It doesn't have to be on a new car.”
    “It wouldn't be, you dick. Because poor people have more important shit to spend money on than new cars when their old ones are perfectly fine.”
    “There's no need to get hostile.” He drops his hands to his sides.
    “Apparently, there is. Because you see what this is?” I gesture to the space between us. “This is you harassing me. This is you trying to bribe me to leave a job that I actually enjoy.
    “You know what, you can keep your money. You couldn't put enough zeros on that check to make me sell you the satisfaction of knowing you won.” I jam the key into the lock and open my car door. The second that I do, Holden pushes it back closed.
    “Where do you think you're going?” He arches a perfect eyebrow.
    “That's none of your damn business.”
    “Guys, can you keep it down? We can hear you arguing all the way inside,” Larry's voice calls out to us from the house.
    Guilt surges through me, but more than that, anger. I'm so done with this.
    “Sorry,” I yell back, realizing that I'm still being too loud but not caring. “I was just leaving.”
    Larry doesn't respond. He simply disappears back inside.
    For a moment, I think about blaming Holden for getting us in trouble, but that would just spark another argument.
    I glare at him as I open my car door. Again, he pushes it closed.
    “What's the big idea?” I step up to him, getting right in his face. He doesn't look the least bit scared of my flaming temper.
    “You're going to Club Fet, aren't you?”
    “As I said, that's none of your business. You will let me get in my car. Or I will call the police and tell them that you're harassing me.”
    “Is that so?” He doesn't sound the least bit intimidated by my threat.
    “That is so.” I sink back, looking down at my keys to find the right one. In my frustration, I balled my hand into a fist, pressing my keys together and getting them mixed up.
    “Are you going to be looking for a sub at Club Fet?” He starts to lean against my car, then stops, perhaps not wanting to dirty his suit.
    “Why would I be looking for a sub?” I locate the key to my ignition, then pull open my car door. Holden is still standing too close for me to open it all the way. I give him a sarcastic look. “Move.”
    “You're a Domme, right? I mean, you don't seem to have a submissive bone in your body,” his tone turns conversational.
    “I don't submit to assholes.” A sarcastic smile spreads across my lips and I yank my car door open with all of my strength. Holden moves just in time, and the door ends up smacking me in the hip instead.
    I didn't think I could get any more upset, but when I hear