Mastered 4-6

Book 4 - 6 of 'Mastered'

A waitress, dishwasher, and patient are brought to their knees in these three standalone stories that involve more men than they can possibly handle... This bundle contains Mastered books 4- 6 and includes alpha males that are bosses, doctors, and powerful dominating men who knows exactly what and who they want and how to get them.

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"I want you to carry my child." 

I stared at him in disbelief. "Certainly someone of your wealth and power can have anyone you want!" I exclaimed, honestly perplexed. I was a simple girl with no background, no ability to help him. Our children might end up taking after me and amount to nothing in life.

"Yes, but then, it would be harder to hide the fact that I have no interest in most women."

My eyeballs were on the verge of falling out of their sockets. "You're gay?" I asked.

"No," he laughed. "I'm not. But I'm not interested in most women."

"With all due respect, if you're interested in mostly men, that makes you gay."

He laughed again. "I'm not interested in most men either."

"What are you interested in?"

He shrugged, a bare lift of his shoulder that I would've missed if I hadn't been staring at him as hard as I was.

"What makes you think I'm not a gold digger who'd disappear on you the first chance I get? And honestly, you have the money to marry anyone you want," I sighed. It was ridiculous that he would kidnap me, just to impregnate and then do the right thing and marry me. I didn't believe him. "Why not try a dating app?"

"I don't believe in those things," he said simply.

"You don't believe in technology?"

He smiled bitterly. "Not after the last time."

"So you prefer having your henchmen stealing girls away from your restaurant franchises?"

"I like the challenge," he said.

When he stood up, I sank deeper into my seat, fear gripping my heart. Despite the earlier banter, I was afraid that he would follow through with his plan on impregnating me straight away.

"Are you afraid, Rosie?" he asked.

I wondered how he knew my name, then realized he probably knew more about me than he let on.

"Yes," I whispered.

"I would tell you not to be afraid, but that wouldn't lessen your fear, would it?"

I shook my head.

There was no glow of the city lights beyond the glass windows. We were too far from the streets to see even headlights from passing cars. Instead, there was just a pure blackness with only the moonlight to give us sight.

"You look beautiful in that," he said.

I glanced down at the apron I was still wearing and blushed a bright red.

"You'll look even better without it," he whispered, towering over me. The light casted a shadow that loomed long beside him, like a silent monster waiting to make its move.