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.

through the glass door, Jolene shot him a smile, taking in his tall figure and

knew it was time

was what every good son should be like. No matter

Jolene would spend the rest of the night

the threshold, still carrying a faint scent

noticed it instantly.

shirt and jacket. She then returned to his side to

cue, she leaned in and whispered, “Drive carefully. By the way, I left the Toyar Company contract on your desk in the afternoon. I’ll also be going to Vatin Company tomorrow morning to finalize some details with Mr. Smith.” She then

staying here tonight.‘

froze, momentarily stunned.

when she thought about it some more, the

brush against her leg. “Oh, okay. I’ll get

to walk past him, Bowen gently took her

she pursed her lips into a slight smile. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to wash up?

“Not without you.”

waist from behind, and his familiar

her breath

planted a kiss that traced its way from the back of her neck to the front

tightly around her body, getting closer and closer to smothering

eager for some action, but it typically never went further than

like he

close, not too far. Not too

enough

like he was finally within reach, she’d stretch her hand out only for it to come back

fall shut as the man swept her off her feet. She felt his legs guide them toward