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Table of Contents
Epilogue - Ashley
Epilogue As Told By Brittney
Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Epilogue
Description
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis and Lana
Ares
Lucas
MarketWatch Journal
Daphne
A Note From The Authors
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
Arsen
Ashley
Yay you finished Client5!
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Ethan
Brittney
Hoping You Liked Man Chaser!
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Lance
New York Daily Journal
Jocelyn
Michael
A Goodbye From Lance
Get Ready For a Treat! Wicked Lil’ Brat!
Wicked Lil’ Brat: A Secret Baby Romance
Mason
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Becca
Yay! You made it to the End!!
Ares, Lucas, and Daphne: Continuation
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Another Word From Alexis and Lana
Mergers & Acquisitions
A MMF Bisexual Romance
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Contents
Description
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis and Lana
1. Ares
2. Lucas
3. MarketWatch Journal
4. Daphne
5. Ares
6. Lucas
7. Daphne
8. MarketWatch Journal
9. Lucas
10. Daphne
11. Ares
12. Lucas
13. Daphne
14. MarketWatch Journal
15. Ares
16. Lucas
17. Daphne
18. MarketWatch Journal
19. Ares
20. Lucas
21. Daphne
22. MarketWatch Journal
23. Lucas
24. Ares
25. MarketWatch Journal
26. Daphne
27. Lucas
28. Ares
29. Daphne
30. Lucas
31. Ares
32. Daphne
33. MarketWatch Journal
34. Daphne
A Note From The Authors
Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
35. Arsen
36. Ashley
37. Ashley
38. Arsen
39. Ashley
40. Arsen
41. Ashley
42. Arsen
43. Ashley
44. Arsen
45. Ashley
46. Arsen
47. Ashley
48. Arsen
49. Ashley
50. Arsen
51. Ashley
52. Arsen
53. Ashley
54. Arsen
55. Ashley
56. Arsen
57. Ashley
58. Arsen
59. Ashley
60. Arsen
61. Ashley
62. Epilogue - Ashley
Yay you finished Client5!
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
63. Ethan
64. Brittney
65. Ethan
66. Brittney
67. Ethan
68. Brittney
69. Ethan
70. Brittney
71. Ethan
72. Brittney
73. Brittney
74. Ethan
75. Brittney
76. Ethan
77. Brittney
78. Ethan
79. Brittney
80. Ethan
81. Brittney
82. Brittney
83. Ethan
84. Brittney
85. Ethan
86. Brittney
87. Ethan
88. Brittney
89. Ethan
90. Brittney
91. Ethan
92. Brittney
93. Brittney
94. Epilogue As Told By Brittney
95. Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Hoping You Liked Man Chaser!
Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
96. Lance
97. New York Daily Journal
98. Jocelyn
99. Lance
100. Jocelyn
101. Jocelyn
102. Lance
103. Jocelyn
104. Lance
105. Jocelyn
106. Lance
107. Lance
108. Jocelyn
109. Lance
110. Jocelyn
111. New York Daily Journal
112. Lance
113. Jocelyn
114. New York Daily Journal
115. Lance
116. Jocelyn
117. Lance
118. New York Daily Journal
119. Jocelyn
120. Jocelyn
121. Lance
122. New York Daily Journal
123. Jocelyn
124. Lance
125. Jocelyn
126. Lance
127. Jocelyn
128. Lance
129. New York Daily Journal
130. Jocelyn
131. Lance
132. Michael
133. Jocelyn
134. New York Daily Journal
135. Jocelyn
A Goodbye From Lance
Get Ready For a Treat! Wicked Lil’ Brat!
Wicked Lil’ Brat: A Secret Baby Romance
136. Mason
137. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
138. Becca
139. Mason
140. Becca
141. Mason
142. Becca
143. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
144. Mason
145. Becca
146. Mason
147. Becca
148. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
149. Becca
150. Mason
151. Becca
152. Mason
153. Becca
154. Mason
155. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
156. Becca
157. Mason
158. Becca
159. Mason
160. Becca
161. Mason
162. Becca
163. Mason
164. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
165. Becca
166. Mason
167. Becca
168. Becca
169. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
170. Epilogue
Yay! You made it to the End!!
171. Ares, Lucas, and Daphne: Continuation
172. Want More?
Another Word From Alexis and Lana
Mergers & Acquisitions
A MMF Bisexual Romance
By Abby Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Women. You gotta do ‘em. Then lose ‘em.
Simple words to live by that’ve worked for me. CEO of a multi-billion dollar Wall Street powerhouse, there’s nothing I can’t buy. No one I can’t have.
In all my life, the only man who’s had the balls to stand up to me and push back has been my rival - Lucas Blake.
That’s when Daphne Kane enters the picture.
Says she’s got something we want.
But she’s not gonna give it up that quickly.
No. She’s gonna flaunt it.
Tempting me.
Teasing him.
Making it hard for both of us.
She’s gonna make us work for it. If we want it, we’re gonna have to pay a pretty price.
And she’s gonna make it expensive. But just looking at those amazing assets she’s flaunting for us, we both know any price worth it.
We’ll both have her separately. But can this bad girl banker handle both of our…deposits at once?
There's a lot of forces trying to make sure that we fail. But through it all, there's a tantalizing possibility that comes into the picture.
It might change our lives forever.
If it doesn't tear us apart first.
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A Note From Alexis and Lana
Well hello there, ladies!
Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for fun! In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.
Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.
Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars, and so on. Anyways, I think reality should take a second place to fun.
So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.
Kisses!
Alexis xoxox
1
Ares
SQUELCH!
I shit you not, that is literally the sound that happens as I pull my giant 12 inch cock out of Celeste’s pussy.
The limo is stopped at a stoplight at the corner of 43rd and 10th Avenue and I’m betting its rocking back and forth. Pedestrians outside must be wondering what the fuck is going on.
Well, let them fucking wonder. That’s why they’re fucking out there and I’m in here, literally fucking the brains out of this slut.
That’s right. That’s all this bitch is to me. Don’t roll your eyes. I’m an asshole. I freely fucking admit it.
I’m Ares Strong. If that doesn’t give you enough background into why I’m an asshole, then you’ve been living under a fucking rock, darlin’.
Because anyone who wasn’t living under the fucking rock would have at least television or Internet. Or hell, goddamn radio. Even fucking newspapers. Anything to follow along the exploits of the Shark of Wall Street.
That’s right. The fucking shark. Worth billions of dollars and founder and CEO of Strong Capital – the preeminent private equity and leveraged buyout firm on the Street.
And it’s not just fucking bean counters on Wall Street that fear me. No, my ruthless business skill goes way past Manhattan. Ask any business owner in the fucking country what they think of Ares Strong and they’ll make the sign of the fucking cross and knock on wood. Because when a business gets in my sights, usually it’s time to fucking run.
Because I won’t stop till I buy that shit. No price is fucking too high. I’ll buy anything.
How do I afford it? How do I afford hundreds of billions in purchases when I only have $45 billion to my name. Yeah, I know, right? Only.
So where do I get the money?
Two words.
Junk bonds.
You wondering what that is?
“Oh baby, you were fucking me so good, why’d you stop?” Celeste asks lifting her head from the leather seat of the limo. “You stretched my pussy so fucking good.”
Fuck. I’m just shaking my head. She’s a good fuck, but I’m getting bored of this. Not a fucking ounce of sense in her brain. The intelligence of a fucking walnut. The pussy isn’t even that good. It’s loose as a tent flap. But it’s not like I was in a picky fucking mood this afternoon.
Oh, right. You want to know where I met her?
Well, I was at a New York Nailers game. Got invited by my friend, Magnus Davion and ended up at the skybox watching good ol’ fashioned hard hitting American football.
Only there were other people in the skybox.
One of them, a banker from Kane Price was there with his girlfriend, Celeste.
“Ares Strong,” the smug sonofabitch said to me when I nodded hello, giving me a smarmy smile. “Taking a day off from being a giant squid on the face of American capitalism?”
I couldn’t believe it. This piece of shit junior Managing Director was trying to call me out in public. I figured he was just dumb, but then he said, “Does Strong Capital do anything without borrowing money first? Do you have a dollar to your company’s name?”
Now I could see what he was doing. He was trying to talk to me like he was my fucking equal. That’s what happens when you give a broke ass fool a couple million dollars in bonus. All of a sudden he thinks he’s on the same level as a billionaire.
“What’s your name?” I
asked him.
“Dean Logan,” the douchebag said, extending his hand. But I didn’t shake it. Instead I got out my phone.
“Hey, William?” I said into the phone and I saw Dean look a bit puzzled. “William Kane? Of the Kane Price investment bank?” I asked into the phone, putting it on speaker.
Now Dean was looking a bit worried.
“Ares, what the fuck is going on?” William asked, sounding slightly annoyed. Probably got him on the golf course. No worries. This would only take a few minutes.
“Listen, William, I need you to do me a favor,” I said into the phone and looked at Dean. “I need you to fire someone called Dean Logan.”
“Now wait just a goddamn minute—“ Dean tried to interject, but William just laughed.
“Consider it done, Ares,” he said into the phone. “I never really liked that prick anyways. Don’t know how he became a Managing Director.”
I thanked him and hung up as Dean stood there sputtering. His face was turning red and he was talking fucking gibberish.
How's that for trying to tangle with me when I was watching football on a Sunday afternoon?
But I wasn’t done yet.
“Your millionaire boyfriend has no job, baby,” I said to his girlfriend. “And I’m gonna make sure he can’t ever get another job on the Street again.”
She just looked at me, her eyes wide. I knew she wasn’t his girlfriend. Probably just some dumb bitch he picked up at the Hamptons last weekend. She probably had three of these kinds of guys on her finger, using them for clothes, cash, and cock.
“But if you come with me and ditch this gomer,” I tell her, pointing to the asshole with my thumb. “I’ll take care of you.”
Is there even any question which direction the girl went? I found out in five minutes her name was Celeste and she liked to suck cock. I figured I needed to be in the city for an interview happening soon, so why not fuck her on the way.
And if you’re wondering how it can be this fucking easy, if you’re rolling your eyes at the whole absurdity of it all, let me just tell you that you can’t judge till you’ve experienced the same fucking thing, okay?