Boss Brothers

By: Olivia Long

Chapter One


I blew a limp strand of hair off my forehead and tried to concentrate on what the minister was saying.

I wasn’t very wedding oriented, and this being my mother’s third one made me even less enthusiastic.

She’d begged me to be in her wedding party, but I already had two hideous bridesmaid dresses I’d never wear again, I didn’t need to add another so I’d refused.

I was more of a tomboy type when it came to dressing up. Which was why I continually tugged at the simple beige gown I’d worn, worrying that it was at least two sizes small for me. I didn’t own anything that my mother deemed “wedding appropriate” so I’d hastily borrowed one from my best friend and roommate, Rebecca.

“Relax, you look smashing,” she leaned over and whispered to me.

“I feel like a sausage,” I replied, blowing that limp piece of hair out of my eyes again.

“Riley Bennett, I could toss a trash bag on you and you’d look amazing, so just deal with it.”

Rebecca did have a way with words, so I exhaled and forced myself again to listen to the ceremony.

In a flash it was done, and my mother was wife number five to Leopold Boss, heir to the largest shipping corporation in the east coast. He was worth billions, was about ten years older than mom, but he was stunning.

I would never covet my mother’s husband, and I didn’t fancy older men, but the first time I’d met Leo, I’d done a double take, he was that good looking. My mother took great care of herself, and with plastic surgeries and working out constantly, she maintained a perfect size two even at thirty-nine, so she deserved a man like him.

She’d had me young, and at twenty-two, I was five years passed what she’d deemed my cursed time. The time she’d gone wild and gotten knocked up by some passing carnival huckster.

Yeah, I came from prime Kentucky stock, I was like white trash Barbie, complete with a trailer and a broken down truck with a suitcase of stripper clothes.

I mean, I would have been had mom not been so single minded about dragging us out of the mud and into the glittering lifestyle of the rich and famous.

She’d done well for us, and in spite of resenting being encased in beige silk in a century old Boston church and sweating like a pig, I was proud of my mom.

She was the reason I’d graduated with honors from Harvard’s business school at an extremely young age and was now fielding job offers from some of the biggest and best corporations in America.

It was a good time for me to be alive.

Rebecca elbowed me when the music started and the happy couple raced hand and hand down the aisle. I joined in the furious clapping and watched the procession pass.

I was barely paying attention when my eyes set on the finest specimen of mankind I think I’d ever seen. How had I not noticed him before?

Six and a half feet at least, a wall of solid muscle draped in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. His black hair was lustrous and thick and his bright green eyes possessed an arrogant amusement as they locked on mine.

I stopped in mid clap with my jaw hanging open and my mouth instantly dry.

I shifted uncomfortably, as all the wetness in my body pooled in my barely there panties. My core thrummed with impulsive desire and I could barely breathe.

“Who the hell is that?” Rebecca asked from behind me as mystery hotness continued down the aisle.

“I don’t know,” I said, “but I call dibs.”

“That’s not fair,” Rebecca whined, “I saw him first.”

“I called it,” I chuckled, watching him strut out the church doors and into the bright sunlight.


“Bitch,” Rebecca said under her breath, but I knew she wasn’t angry. We had fun when we were out, even though I wasn’t one for one-night stands and she was, we always laid claim to hot men the moment we saw them. It was a game of ours, but this time I think I have actually meant it.

If I didn’t kiss the handsome stranger, I would at least had to find out who he was. I deserved one last hurrah before my career life took over.



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“I must be drunker than I thought,” I whispered to Rebecca some time around midnight.

“Why’s that?” she slurred back. We’d been hanging around the open bar taking advantage of the free booze and it was catching up to us.

“I could have sworn mysterious hotness was wearing a blue tie earlier,” I said, staring across the room at him. He seemed to have more stubble too; maybe he was a werewolf or something.

“Go home, Riley, you’re drunk,” Rebecca giggled and leaned on the cute guy she’d found for herself. He was athletic, tall, blonde and had that all American look to him.

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