The Billionaire's Mistaken Mistress - Part 1 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) Read Online Free Page B

in the mail room and had worked his way up to owner and executive chairman of Harwood Finances. His quick ascension was likely due to his father, Mark Harwood, being the founder of the company, and she suspected nepotism played a large role in John's quick rise to power.
                  “So,” he greeted. “you're my mistress? Please, take a seat. I'll have someone bring us drinks.” He stood up, revealing himself to be much taller than she'd expected, and gestured towards the two chairs that sat in front of his excessively large desk. She waved a hand at him dismissively.
                  “I won't be here long enough to require any hospitality. I just came here to have you deliver a message to your wife for me. I want you to tell her thanks for ruining my life, and to stay away from me.”
                  “Excuse me?” he replied curiously while taking off his glasses. Through them, Jessie and already seen how brilliantly his piercing blue eyes shined. Without them, she now noticed the well-defined cheekbones and strong jaw his handsome face featured. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, and though he must have been in his mid-thirties, the formal shirt and tie he wore made him look slightly more mature.
                  “Did you know she came into my workplace and accused me of having an affair with you?” Jessie asked in irritation.
                  “I heard. I'm sorry. My wife can be rather… erratic… at times. She made it her mission to track down the source of those crazy tweets.” He sat back down and added, “It turns out the IP address was traced to that diner you work at, so if you didn't make them then somebody there did. Either a customer or coworker. Either way, she shouldn't have come to your workplace, and for that I'm truly sorry.”
                  “First of all, no, I didn't tweet any of that nonsense. Anyone who knows me knows I don't do the whole social media thing. Hell, I don't even have a Facebook account. And you're sorry? No one is more sorry than me. Thanks to her wild accusations, I wound up making the news and got fired.” Jessie wanted to come across angrier than she was sounding, but up close and personal John Harwood actually seemed like a decent person and he had been nothing but polite to her so far.
                  “What? Why would your boss fire you for that?” he replied skeptically. “I can't imagine anyone actually believes that ridiculous story. That doesn't make sense.”
                  “Well, I did just squirt a bottle of ketchup all over a pervert at the diner who seemed to think that the story was true, so there's that.”
                  “I see,” John Harwood said with a chuckle, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his fists as his voice grew serious again. “So, it wasn't the story that got you fired, it was you basically assaulting a patron.” He nodded mournfully, but she could tell he was on the verge of smiling.
                  “Don't mock me.” Jessie squinted her eyes. “I was pissed. I couldn't help it. All of those lies caused this, and they all came out of nowhere. I mean, I didn't post anything about us online. Why would I? I don't know you and, no offense, I don't care to know you. Like I said before, I don't even use social media. Take a look at my phone,” she insisted as she fished it out of her pocket. “Look at what an antique this thing is. It can't even get online, so there's no way I could have posted any of that crap from my work. I didn't do this.”
                  “Well, someone from you workplace did,” John fired back. “I'm not saying it was you. To be honest, yes, I did think it was you until now. When I heard the tweets were sent from your diner, I figured you were just some lonely nutcase who fixated on me and decided to bombard me with insane messages. Now that