Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 1

“Bowen Evert, president of Earth Group, is reportedly engaged to Viona Gellar, the daughter of Oriental Group’s president, and will be getting married next month.”

Jolene Marsh had stumbled across this breaking news while out on the balcony. A lit cigarette hung loosely from her fingertips.

She enjoyed smoking a cigarette after s*x.

Bowen didn’t share her sentiment, though, so she always had to hide out on the balcony each time.

After she’d digested the news, she silently slid her phone. back into her pocket.

In the three years she’d been by Bowen’s side, she’d always been good at masking her emotions.

Anyone who glanced at her face would be unable to decipher a single hint of her inner thoughts.

She seemed unaffected, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. Rather, it felt like her heart was being crushed to a pulp.

She knew that this day would come sooner or later.

She also knew that she and Bowen were never going to happen. It was simply out of the question.

It was a fact she was aware of from the very beginning.

Footsteps sounded from behind her, and she hurriedly extinguished her cigarette against the balcony railing. With one hand still holding the stub, she lifted the other to wave through the air and disperse the lingering smoke.

When she finally turned, she was greeted by Bowen at the balcony’s doorway.

shot him a smile, taking in his tall figure and the robe draped over his broad

time for him to

every good son should be like. No matter how late it got, he never ceased to

Jolene would spend the rest of the night by herself. Alone.

and stepped over the threshold,

it

and toward the coat rack, carefully collecting his shirt and jacket. She then returned to his side to help

Company tomorrow morning to finalize some details with Mr. Smith.” She then

here

momentarily stunned.

it some more, the surprise died

feeling the tie brush against her

she moved to walk past him, Bowen gently took

of her eyes, she pursed her lips into a slight smile. “What’s wrong? Don’t

“Not without you.”

from behind, and his familiar

breath stop short.

its way from the back of her neck

wrapping tightly around her body, getting closer and closer to

it typically never went further than twice

restrained himself, just like he

close, not too far. Not too cold,

was always just enough distance

finally within reach, she’d stretch her hand out

shut as the man swept her off her feet. She felt