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  Egotistically Yours

  Hayley Faiman

  Hayley Faiman Books, LLC

  Contents

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Egotistically Yours

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  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series —

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC —

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series —

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with trouble

  SAVAGE BEAST MC —

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me

  UnLeash Me

  UnTouch Me

  UnHinge Me

  UnWreck Me

  UnCage Me

  Unfit Hero Series —

  CONVICT

  HERO

  FRAUD

  KILLER

  COWBOY

  Zanetti Famiglia Series —

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress

  Becoming his Possession

  Becoming the Street Boss

  Becoming the Hitman

  Becoming his Wife

  Becoming her Salvation

  Prophecy Sisters Series —

  Bride of the Traitor

  Bride of the Sea

  Bride of the Frontier

  Bride of the Emperor

  Astor Family Series —

  Hypocritically Yours

  Egotistically Yours

  Matrimonially Yours

  Occasionally Yours

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  I guess I have a little bit of an ego. I’m confidently cocky, you might say.

  Conor McGregor

  Prologue

  BETHANIE

  Laurent watches me from across the table. We’re sitting on his boat, a small table set up and a picnic-style dinner between us. I didn’t know that this man could be so romantic. I didn’t realize that he had it in him, but he does and it’s sexy as hell.

  Most of our dates, if you can call them that, are nothing more than booty calls. They’re quick meetups somewhere, usually halfway public places, but this is different. This is amazing.

  I know what I am, and I know who he is. I know that I am not the kind of woman that a man like Laurent Astor marries or even officially dates. I’m the woman he fucks on the side. I’m the receptionist that’s easy and he’s the rich and powerful boss.

  I’ve been okay with all of that. Knowing who I am, knowing who he is. I’ve been okay with it because I have been willing to allow it, just to have my own little slice of him.

  I’ve seen the way that he looks at other women. Hell, I’ve even heard him ask other women out on dates in front of me. All of that has changed though. It has to have, right? Why would he wine and dine me if it hasn’t?

  Maybe this is different.

  Maybe this is my Cinderella story.

  If my friend, Tennessee, can have her soon-to-be happily ever after, can’t I too?

  Laurent smiles, reaching over, offering me a strawberry by pressing it against my lips. My entire body trembles as I open my mouth and take the fruit. My eyes focused on his as I do. It’s like a movie.

  I’m living in a dream right now.

  I watch as his amber-colored eyes darken, then he licks his lips as his hand drops from my mouth.

  His lips curve up into a grin and I can’t stop my heart from slamming against my chest with excitement, beating so hard that my chest aches. He laughs, probably clearly able to hear the pounding of my heart’s beat.

  Then he leans forward and touches his li
ps to mine. I want to ask him what this means for us, are we dating? Am I officially his girlfriend? A million questions ramble off inside my head. But I don’t. I’m way too scared he’s going to say fuck this and turn this boat back home.

  He stands, holding his palm out for me and I slip my hand in his waiting one. He curls his strong fingers around mine and gently pulls me up to standing. Then he fiddles with something in his other hand and I hear the low hum of music.

  I can’t make out the song, but as soon as Laurent turns to me, I don’t care about any of it. I don’t care about anything but the way he looks down at me. His eyes, they are full of a million different things, things that I wish I could make out, but I can’t.

  Instead of trying to figure him out, I dance with him.

  I, Bethanie Clark, dance alone on a boat with the Laurent Astor. Dreams do come true. At least that’s what I tell myself. That this is a dream come true. That finally, for the first time in my life, something is going right for me.

  The hand wrapped around my waist slides up my back. His fingers curl around the base of my neck as he looks into my eyes. God, I could get lost in his gaze. He’s so tall, strong, and handsome. He has every right to be as full of himself as he is, but in moments like these, it all vanishes.

  He dips his chin, his mouth finding mine and then I feel his tongue slide across the seam of my lips. My thighs tremble, his grip on my hand tightens before we stop swaying. His hand leaves mine, trailing down my arm before skimming my waist and grabbing a handful of my ass.

  Lifting my arms, I grip his shoulder with my fingers and he smiles against my mouth, then he starts to peel my clothes off. His fingers grip my shirt. Lifting his head, he tugs it free before looking down at my breasts.

  Laurent lowers his head, pressing his lips to the swell of my breast, he slides his tongue across it. My eyes close, feeling his mouth on me. I love every part of him that touches me. Reaching between us, I unbuckle his pants before I slip my hand beneath his underwear.

  Wrapping my fingers around his hard length, my eyes close as I stroke him. He grunts, his hips thrusting forward as he pushes my skirt down as far as he can. It’s tight, so it doesn’t go past my hips.

  Releasing his cock, I take a step back. His hands fall from my body and I watch as his gaze flicks down to my semi-naked state. He licks his lips as I push my skirt and panties down to the floor and step out of them, then I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, dragging it down my arms before tossing it over with my skirt.

  Kicking my shoes off, I close the distance between us. Laurent is hard and waiting, his cock still very much jutting out from his pants. Sinking down to my knees, I keep my eyes on him, looking up at him through my lashes.

  Licking my lips, I open my mouth and swirl the head of his cock with my tongue before I suck. He grunts. Reaching down, he grabs a handful of hair at the base of my head and gently guides me forward.

  I don’t take control, or even try. The way he’s looking down at me, his gaze full of nothing other than need, lust, and desire, I don’t want to do anything to change that. I want to make him happy.

  “Take me,” he growls.

  He starts to thrust himself a little farther down my throat with each stroke. I force my entire body to relax as I do exactly what he’s demanded—as I take him.

  Laurent fucks my mouth.

  There’s no nice way of putting what he’s doing to me. He fucks my mouth, and I let him because it’s sexy—he’s sexy. I can tell that he’s close. I reach up and cup his balls, gently tugging on them, and he groans before he shifts his hips backward.

  Lifting my hand, I wipe the saliva from my mouth and chin. He smirks as he removes the rest of his clothes and tosses them to the side. Then he lowers down so that he’s right in front of me, directly across from me.

  “Turn around,” he grunts.

  I do, wanting nothing more than for him to slide inside of me. I need to feel him. I want him to fill me, to stretch me like I know only he can. Arching my back, I spread my thighs and close my eyes, waiting for him.

  His fingers slide through my center and dip inside of me before he swirls my clit. My body trembles with anticipation. I need him and I need him right now. Pinching my eyes closed, I hold my breath as I feel the head of his cock against my center.

  Slowly, far too slowly, he sinks into my body. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, I let out a sigh. This is what I needed, exactly what I crave. One of his hands clasps around my shoulder, the other, his fingers grip my hip and he thrusts.

  His movements are steady and slow at first, he takes his time, his hips rolling and I moan reaching out to grab on to something. I can’t, there’s nothing there and my nails just drag the boat’s carpeting.

  Laurent’s hips start to move faster, each stroke becoming less steady, less controlled than the last. I’m so close, I’m about to fall over the edge. The hand at my hip slides around my waist and then his fingers swirl my clit again.

  My hips buck, my control completely gone, and I come. I see stars, my climax is so hard. I’ve been with Laurent several dozen times, but never has it felt like this. Never has my entire body become completely boneless, and I’ve blacked out.

  Never.

  Everything about this night is completely different.

  He touches his lips to my shoulder and my body shivers as he buries himself deep inside of me, his cock twitching with his release. It’s beautiful. So beautiful that I have to hold back tears.

  He slips from my body and moves behind me, but he doesn’t stand up and get dressed, instead, he gathers me in his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder, trying not to tell him that I love him or something equally crazy.

  We lie there in silence for a while, and I draw circles against his bare chest with my fingertip. “I like you, Bethie,” he rasps into the silent night.

  “I like you too, Laurent.”

  He hums but doesn’t say anything else. I hold my breath, waiting for whatever is going to come next. Inside, I scream to tell him I love him. That I’ve been in love with him since the moment I laid eyes on him months and months ago. I don’t say any of that though.

  Laurent holds me for a while and then when the cool air becomes too much, we dress and go back to the dock. I am floating on air. Nothing, not a single thing can bring me back to earth. Absolutely nothing.

  I am in love.

  LAURENT

  Fuck.

  I feel something for her.

  I’ve never done that before—felt for a woman.

  I am so fucking screwed.

  I have to find a way to get out of this. Not just for me, but for her sake. I can’t ruin her, she’s too sweet.

  BETHANIE

  My heart squeezes as I watch Laurent walk into the building with Abbie from the coffee cart. It’s not that they’re walking in together, it’s that they’re hand in hand. He leans down and his lips touch hers, right in front of me.

  When his hand grabs her ass, my heart completely breaks into a million pieces.

  I can’t look away. No matter how much I want to stop watching the disgusting display, I still continue to look in their direction. He’s kissing her, touching her, and she leans in closer to him. When he breaks the kiss and takes a step back, I can see his profile and his lips move, but I can’t make out his words. I don’t think that I would want to anyway, even if I could.

  Then, he lifts his hand, extends his index finger and touches it to her nose. I hold my breath. There is nothing I can do. I have to watch the whole thing and my heart aches as I do. He walks away from her, right past my desk, and doesn’t even spare me a glance. It’s as if I’ve ceased to exist.

  Poof.

  Instantaneously.

  Sinking down in my chair, I wonder how I’m going to go to Laurent’s family dinner I’ve been invited to tonight? How am I going to go and pretend that I’m not broken? That he hasn’t broken me completely.

  Shaking my head, I decide that I’m just going to su
ck it up. This whole dinner is about Tennessee and Landry, not me. This is about showing my best friend support and being there for her during a rough time, plus Landry is my boss and he personally invited me. I’m not going to be rude.

  Even if it kills me.

  Which to be honest, at this point it just might.

  Chapter One

  LAURENT

  Bethie doesn’t realize it, but I watch as she packs up her desk to move to LoneSTAR Investments. She was one of the first people to put in her request to follow my father on his new venture. I don’t blame her, it’s not like I gave her a reason to stay. In fact, I did everything in my power to make sure she left.

  But I stayed behind. It was my choice. At least that’s what I tell myself. This is what I wanted. My mother dangled a carrot and I snatched it up. While it’s been a good decision for me, my mother being taken to prison and all, she ended up handing over the entire company to me before she left.