His to Master and Enjoy [The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read Online Free

bitch. I don’t take any lessons in manners from you. I earn more in a week than you earn in a year. Ten years even.”
    As Paige shielded her face in an attempt to stop any wayward shards of glass from cutting or even blinding her, she heard a commanding voice from behind her say, “Enough, Cherise.” When she felt strong, yet comforting hands take hold of her shoulders, she instantly felt safe. Leonardo would deal with this crazy woman, she felt sure of that.
    With his welcome masculine warmth permeating the tiny divide between her body and his, she noticed that Cherise seemed reluctant to continue with her foul-mouthed tirade. Instead, she submissively lowered her head, appearing afraid to hold his gaze.
    “I’m sorry, Leon, but—”
    Without a hint of warmth in his voice, he said, “We’re finished. You know that. How the hell did you get in here?”
    Still looking at the floor, she quietly mumbled, “I had a spare key made, before I handed back the original.”
    He strode across to her and held out his hand. “Give it to me. Now.”
    “But, Leon—”
    “I said now, Cherise.”
    At this point, Paige felt almost sorry for the obviously distressed woman, because her anger had turned to despair, and she threw herself on the floor then wrapped her bony arms around his legs. She then started to sob uncontrollably. “Please don’t make me give the key back, Leon. Please let me stay. We were great together once. We can be great together again. Please let me stay. I can’t bear to think of you with someone else. Why can’t I have just one more chance?”
    “Because I don’t trust you. I never did.”
    “But, but,” she sobbed.
    He roughly took hold of her chin and angled her face to his. “You sold the blueprints to the latest Caparelli to my competitors. It’s called industrial espionage, Cherise, and you’re lucky I didn’t involve the cops. If I had, you’d be eating prison food for a very long time.” Paige saw his fingers dig into the obnoxious woman’s flesh, and she couldn’t help but wince. “Even you’re not dumb enough to think that Leonardo Caparelli would ever forgive you for that. Did the money they gave you keep you well supplied with cocaine, or has it run out, just like your modeling contract has? Oh, yes, Cherise, I make it my business to know everything. That’s why you’ve come back here. You need my money to fuel your habit.”
    Almost as though she realized the game was up, Cherise suddenly stopped crying. She wrenched herself away from him and fell back into the chair. This time she seemed unafraid to hold his gaze. “That’s it then?”
    “That’s it, Cherise. Get the hell out of here, and never come back.”
    Her old arrogance had returned, and with what could only be described as sheer hatred, Paige heard her say, “Fuck you, Leon. Fuck you all the way to hell, and fuck that little bitch of a personal assistant, too.”
    Paige saw the growing anger in his beautiful dark eyes as he yanked Cherise from the chair, turned her around, and pushed her toward the door. “Go.”
    Only, she wasn’t finished, and she had yet more vitriol to spew. Cherise turned on her heels, and with a rictus grin to her face, said, “Oh, by the way, sweetie. Did your new boss tell you about his mother?”
    Paige immediately knew that Cherise had struck a raw nerve, because she saw Leonardo’s dark eyes flash in anger again as he gave his ex-girlfriend another shove in the right direction. “I said go, Cherise.” His tone was uncompromising, and she knew he meant business.
    Clearly wanting to cause as much distress as possible, she resisted. “Had the old lady locked up in the nuthouse years ago. The crazy old woman hasn’t been right in the head since his pa died. Ain’t that the truth, Leon?”
    Paige found herself holding her breath. Dear God those cutting words had certainly hit the spot, exactly as the vicious bitch had intended. A silent standoff between the two then ensued as they