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The Tech Billionaire’s Assistant

Octavia Wilde knows exactly the kind of person her boss is: a ruthless billionaire who only notices other people when they fail him. Raemon Kentworth has never hid that—why would he bother? He’s one of the hottest guys on the planet and on his way to owning it all. Things like caring about his employees are beneath him…that is, until he meets Octavia. Now all bets are off.

Age Rating: 18+ (Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, Violence.)


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Octavia Wilde knows exactly the kind of person her boss is: a ruthless billionaire who only notices other people when they fail him. Raemon Kentworth has never hid that—why would he bother? He’s one of the hottest guys on the planet and on his way to owning it all. Things like caring about his employees are beneath him…that is, until he meets Octavia. Now all bets are off.

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Sunflowerblerd

Octavia Wilde leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms over her head. She let out a slow, silent yawn, dropped her hands to her lap and surveyed the multitude of lines on her computer screen in satisfaction. It always felt good when her code worked the exact way she had planned.

After spending the last five hours sitting hunched over her laptop, drinking cup after cup of coffee—her butt felt like it had become fused to her seat.

If she had run her program and the results didn’t come out as predicted—she would have been pissed. Not to mention her ass would have been sacrificed in vain.

Octavia picked up her cold mug, tipped her head back, and poured the last few drops of dark liquid down her throat. By now, those last few drops were disgustingly cold, but Octavia was too happy to care.

Among the other few people in the coffee shop, Octavia did not look out of place. The softly-lit shop located at the corner of one of the busiest downtown intersections, aspired and succeeded in being the ideal meeting spot for hipster-ish youth.

Indie-pop hits played softly in the background. Posters advertising live shows with up-and-coming artists yet to sell their souls to the mainstream gods, covered spots on the brick walls.

The baristas—a colorful collection of youths with piercings, tattoos, dyed locs, or haircuts that seemed like an experiment in abstract art—moved back and forth between hissing, frothing coffee machines.

A few other millennial-type youths took up seats around the small circular tables, most with laptops open before them; one anomalous red-head actually had a book. A lone middle aged man sat in a corner shielded behind his laptop, but, clearly, he was lost.

The whole place had an atmosphere that welcomed the free-spirited and culture-norm-defying. It was a WiFi accessible safe-haven where one could embrace the freelancer, gig-worker lifestyle; where potential anarchists could gather to plan which industry to destroy next.

Octavia did not stand out in her faded, grey over-sized hoodie which she had paired with black tights, and thick rainbow-colored socks stuffed into her ragged all-star converse. Her thick-framed, red-with pink-polka-dots glasses added a flash of color to her look.

She only had one piercing in each of her small, plump earlobes though, and her dark, curly hair was in a simple, but distinct form of woven rows running from the front of her head to the nape of her neck.

She’s black, by the way. Or African-American. Whichever term applies.

Octavia shut the lid of her laptop and stuffed it into the book bag sitting next to her chair. She’d go back to her apartment building, maybe spend the rest of the day curled up in bed, binge-watching that new detective series she just found.

As she was winding up her laptop cord, she noticed the girl sitting in the far corner of the store. Like Octavia, she didn’t seem out of place, though her clothes did seem a bit more professional than that of the average store patron.

But Octavia didn’t pause from the sight of the girl’s clean navy slacks and silk grey blouse. She had one hand resting across her forehead, propping her head up as she stared at the screen of her phone on the table before her. Octavia noticed a small shudder of the girl’s delicate shoulders as if she was fighting to hold back tears.

Octavia paused, looked around self-consciously, and then scrunched up her face the way she did whenever she found a bug in her code. She seemed to be wrestling with herself. Within seconds, the fight ended; she sighed and walked to where the girl was sitting.

“Hi,” she said simply, dropping into the chair across from her without invitation.

The girl’s head jerked up. She quickly brushed away the glistening drops that were just beading on the edges of her eyes.

“Uh…hi,” she said hurriedly. She glanced nervously at Octavia in confusion.“…Hi,” she repeated. “Do I… know you?”

“Nope,” Octavia said. She gave a small smile, hoping to make the girl feel more comfortable. “I have no idea who you are. I just saw you from where I was sitting and… well, I wondered if you were okay.”

The girl blinked and smoothed her short brown hair out with her fingers, “Oh! Yeah, that. I’m fine…really,” her gaze dropped to the surface of the table, “…it’s just…you know, rough day at work.”

“Hey, we all have those,” Octavia said helpfully. The girl said nothing but continued to stare at the table surface. Octavia could see the despair the girl was only just keeping reigned in.

“I’m Octavia,” she said finally.

The girl looked up, almost seeming surprised that Octavia was still there.

“…Lauren,” she answered.

“Nice to meet you, Lauren,” Octavia replied. She gave her an encouraging smile, “You want to talk about what happened?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Lauren said hurriedly.

“All the same, talking about it might make you feel better. And I’m a pretty good listener.” Octavia prompted.

Lauren seemed dubious, but eventually gave a small sigh. “It’s over. It’s all over. Everything I’ve worked for. Gone. Just like that.”

“Sounds serious,” Octavia remarked.

Lauren’s eyes clouded in desperation, “It is. I finally got the job that would lead to everything. I finally got a chance to make something of myself. And it was going…well…okay. And then I—” she choked on a sob, “And then I blew it!”

“What happened?” Octavia asked.

“I did it. I wasn’t paying attention. I was so stressed out with all the other things I had to keep track of,” Lauren stared at Octavia through glazed eyes. “It was one stupid mistake. I should have been more alert. I just…I was so tired and… I was in a hurry,”

Octavia nodded in understanding. She waited.

“…And… that’s when I did it,” Lauren said.

“…Did what?”

“The biggest mistake of my life,” Lauren’s head drooped, “I…I… I deleted his entire itinerary.”

It took a minute for Octavia to register the words. “…You did…what?”

Lauren gave a weak shrug, “I deleted it. His entire itinerary for the whole month—gone. I was trying to add the presentation at the World Technology Summit next month.

But I was also on the phone with the magazine editor trying to schedule an interview and photo-op. And I was supposed to delete the invitation to the charity event next week,” she threw up her hands, “one click, and poof! All gone.”

While Lauren rambled, Octavia had been piecing together what she could.

“I see,” she said, “So you deleted your boss’ itinerary, right?’

Lauren glumly nodded.

“That sucks. But I’m sure you could just make some calls and re-create it, right? Someone else must’ve had access to it.”

Lauren was already shaking her head, “He’s…he’s very private. Only his secretary and himself have access to his schedule. She told me—Adelaide, did, his secretary—she told me to update the itinerary while she went with him to a business meeting.

She’d said they’d be back by about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I was supposed to finish up a bunch of things and have the new report ready by then. And then I did that.”

“It doesn’t…sound so bad. Maybe if you explain it to him…and this Adelaide person, of course…maybe they’ll understand. They might be annoyed by that but…I mean, come on, it’s an honest mistake,” Octavia reasoned.

Lauren’s eyes, stricken with a sudden fear, shot to Octavia’s face.

“He doesn’t tolerate mistakes. Honest or otherwise. I’ve seen him fire people for much less,” she shook her head solemnly, tears again welling up in her eyes, “Once he finds out about this—I’m done for.

I’ll never be able to work anywhere else ever again. People who get fired by him leave in disgrace and live in disgrace for the rest of their lives.”

While Octavia felt that kind of drama should be reserved for TV, she withheld that opinion from Lauren. Instead she said:

“Did you talk to anyone in the IT department? Maybe they could retrieve it.”

Again, Lauren shook her head.

“I tried that. Once something gets deleted off his personal system—it’s gone forever. That’s how he does things.

When it comes to his information, only a few people have access to it and its guarded by the strongest security. Even his itinerary.” Lauren sighed and picked up her phone. She glanced at the screen, the numbers reading 2:27 p.m.

“It’s no use. When he gets back, they’ll find out, and I’ll be fired. I panicked, so I came out here to get away. To try and think of…something. But—it’s pointless. I’m done for.” She bit her lip nervously. “I really needed this job. I really wanted to be good at it too. I worked so hard. Now it’s all over.”

Octavia stood suddenly, nearly tipping her chair over by the motion.

“How far away is your office?” Octavia asked.

Lauren looked up at her, somewhat bewildered, “…Not far. About a five-minute walk.”

“Can you give me access to the computer you used?”

Lauren was silent, thinking. She replied, “…Yes, I think so. I could get you a visitor’s pass, I guess. And get you up to the office. But…why?”

“I think we can still fix this. Let’s go,” Octavia said.

Still looking puzzled, Lauren nevertheless got out of her seat and followed Octavia out the door. They stepped into the crisp, chilled outside air, breaking out of the still, soft sounds of the coffee shop into the tumultuous chaotic soundscape of the busy city. Lauren pointed down one street and the two started walking, each taking brisk, quick steps down the pavement.

“I… appreciate you trying to help but… I don’t think there’s anything anyone can do,” Lauren said as they walked.

“We’ll see,” Octavia replied.

The downtown area of Sanatio City was alive with the bustle of business. Cars sped past them on the busy street as they weaved between slow- and fast-moving pedestrians.

Octavia followed Lauren’s lead and turned a corner, and within minutes they were walking up slabs of granite that formed the grand steps up to a towering steel-framed building.

It rose high above them, straight and angular, yet its edges were sculpted into slow-curving lines. Sunlight glistened off the metallic panels that covered the building’s edges making it appear like a giant silver monument.

But the two did not spend any time admiring the architecture as they rushed inside the building, stopping at the front desk where Lauren requested a visitor pass for Octavia.

“She’s the…um, software consultant…here to redesign the, um, new product,” Lauren said to the security guard at the enormous desk in the echoing hall of the first floor of the building.

Octavia had her driver’s license scanned under a metal-looking box thing with an eerie blue light spilling out the front, and then she was handed a blank, plastic card.

“Thank you!” Lauren said happily.

They made their way to the elevators, where Lauren hit the topmost button once they were inside.

The elevator opened up to a floor ablaze with white fluorescent light, formations of grey cubicles on one side and doors opening to empty conference rooms on the other. All around, rooms were partitioned by crystal glass panes in steel frames.

As Lauren led Octavia down a hall to the very end of the office, a few people dashed by them, but no one paid any attention to her.

Though everything she wore stood out among the suits, ties, and heels—most of the people around her seemed too preoccupied with their own work-related stressors to care about the walking manifestation of wrinkled laundry that was interrupting the seamless pattern of office wear in their midst.

Lauren led Octavia to a clean, spacious office with a single desk and chair against one wall and the adjoining wall providing a view of the city skyscrapers nearby. Octavia sat down at the computer monitor on the desk after Lauren logged in and pulled open the cursed itinerary.

Octavia quickly scanned the program.

“See?” Lauren said nervously, raising the fingernails of her right hand to her teeth, “It’s all gone.”

“Looks like it,” Octavia agreed, clicking through a few of the tabs, “let’s see what we can do here.”

The only sounds to be heard for the next few minutes were Octavia’s fingers on the keyboard and mouse. Lauren stood behind her, arms crossed around her middle, still biting the nails off one hand as Octavia worked.

Octavia’s eyes narrowed in determination as she stared at the screen, clicking through different prompts at times and stopping to enter a command on the keyboard.

Seconds ticked by. Minutes. The silver clock on the wall opposite where they were displayed the shift in time with its blinking numbers.

“Done!” Octavia said suddenly.

Lauren’s head snapped up. She stared eagerly at the screen. There, in the program that had become the living image of her worst nightmare only moments before, was the sight of her sweetest dreams.

“That’s it! You did it!” Lauren exclaimed.

Octavia looked proud of herself, “Yup. You’re right about him using the best stuff. Had to jump through flaming hoops to find a cached version of the itinerary. But…oh well! Here it is.” she stood.

Lauren looked ready to cry again, only this time tears of joy. “I… I don’t know what to say. I think you just saved my life!”

Octavia seemed amused as she shrugged, “It’s nothing. As for your incredibly unreasonable boss, well, that I can’t save you from.”

Lauren said, “I have to pay you back…somehow. Don’t know what but…I’ll do something. I have to!”

Octavia placed a reassuring arm on her shoulder.

“I’ll settle for a cup of coffee. For now, you better get back to work and I better get out of here.” She slung her book bag on and started for the door.

“Yes!” Lauren said. “Oh, god, what’s the time? Shit, it’s almost three. I need to get that report—wait!” she called after Octavia just before she walked out the door. “I don’t have your number or anything.”

“I’m usually at the coffeeshop most days. We’ll probably run into each other,” Octavia said.

Lauren gave one last grateful smile, “Thank you again. Thank you so much! I swear I will repay you Octavia…um, I didn’t get your last name…?”

“Wilde,” Octavia responded. “Now seriously, I should be going. And you have the report.”

Octavia found her way to the elevators without any problem. She returned her badge to the front desk and started towards the exit. She felt her phone buzzing in her pocket, so she pulled it out of the kangaroo pouch of her hoodie.

As Octavia typed in a response to the text she received, she walked through the automatic sliding doors of the entrance and started down the steps. Her fingers flying across her phone’s touch screen, she didn’t notice the figure also just starting up the stairs of the building.

His head was bent over the sheet of paper in his hand. Octavia was focused on the text message she was just about to send off. She mindlessly took what was supposed to be the last step off the granite stairs to the sidewalk. Then there was the collision.

“Oof!” Octavia exclaimed, her phone tumbling out of her hand. She was almost thrown back—but given the careless speed at which she was descending the steps, she ended up ramming into the man. Octavia crashing into him merely budged him sideways.

Octavia, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Her body swung past him and she toppled onto the sidewalk in an un-ladylike pile.

Like anyone who is suddenly transported from an upright walking position to lying on the ground, it took a few minutes for Octavia to realize what had just happened.

“Can’t be bothered to watch where you’re going, can you?”

The deep voice broke through Octavia’s stupor, causing her to look up at the face that towered over her splayed form.

To any casual observer, the man standing before Octavia was enough to turn a casual gaze into a riveted one. His broad form stood well over six feet from the ground Octavia lay sprawled on. Though a long, charcoal coat covered his body, the bulges of muscle filling out the space within it were clearly evident.

His clothes were immaculate; a dark metallic grey suit lay under the coat. The starched, white shirt buttoned up to his neck and black, patterned tie fastened at his throat, folded neatly into the suit jacket. Had Octavia bent over his shoes, she would have seen her reflection in the polished leather.

His were the kind of clothes that didn’t need labels; everything about them advertised their costliness. And they shouted to the world just what kind of caliber whoever wore them possessed.

But proclamations of caliber died away at the sight of his face, giving way to an awe that could only be expressed with silence. A chiseled jawline held a firm, grim mouth set in a hard line. The sharp outline of dark facial hair spread a thin layer over the lower half of his face, covering an exact area around his angular jaw and just passing over his upper lip.

His caramel skin was smooth and taut, a lightly bronzed surface that anyone would have reveled in running their fingers over. Dark furrowed brows sat on top of even darker, penetrating eyes. His eyes seemed capable of spilling fire, though for the moment were caverns of smoldering flames, waiting to be released.

His whole demeanor created a distinct presence in the air around him. It was an overpowering presence that demanded subjugation.

Everything about him seemed sculpted to perfection or cut from cloth of the finest there was. Clearly, this was not a man to be messed with. He commanded respect, even adoration, with merely a glance of his eyes. And who wouldn’t be eagerly willing to give it?

This, however, was completely lost on Octavia. At the sound of his voice, she came to her senses and picked herself up off the ground.

“Neither can you, apparently,” she said in a huff, dusting herself off.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

“That doesn’t sound like an apology,” he said.

Octavia was searching the ground for her phone as she replied, “Because it wasn’t.”

The already cold look in his eyes intensified. He responded, his voice hard, “I’ll give you the next ten seconds to rectify your foolish actions…and even more foolish words.”

Octavia eyes spotted a dash of turquoise blue with yellow polka-dots by the edge of the steps, only a few feet from her. “There it is!” she exclaimed, diving for her phone. She picked it up and, holding in a breath, turned it over. She sighed in relief.

The screen was still intact. Octavia stuffed her phone back in her pocket and turned back to face the stranger. He was still staring at her, his face even more cold and terrifying than it had been seconds ago.

Octavia frowned, “Look, I think we were both in the wrong here. So let’s just call it a truce and go our separate ways.”

He did not respond to this. The only movement he made was a muscle twitching by his jawline. He stood a mere foot away from her, looking down at her upturned face with eyes that displayed nothing other than contempt.

“Do you know who I am?” he breathed, his voice cold and impersonal.

“Obviously not,” Octavia scoffed. “Do you know who I am?”

“Someone in need of a lesson.”

“There, you see? We don’t know each other,” she slid her hands into her pocket and continued complacently, “And given the current situation, I don’t think we want to.”

The coldness never left his eyes, but he seemed to change his mind about something. He shook his head and stepped away, moving back towards the steps.

“You’re not even worth my time,” he said dismissively, “But I better not see you around here again.”

“I can’t promise that,” Octavia responded, “One never knows where one will end up, you know.”

He stopped and turned back to face her.

She continued, “If we do cross paths in the future for whatever reason, I promise I’ll pretend I don’t know who you are,” Octavia offered.

His scowl deepened. “Very accommodating of you. But I will not give you any reason to be within ten feet of me.”

Octavia seemed to muse over this for a few seconds. “Fine by me.” She adjusted the straps of her book bag, turned on her heel and started walking away.

Her phone beeped alerting her to another text. As she read through the message, she instantly forgot about her incidence with the stranger. His words, his face, his magnificent form—all faded from her mind.

After all, whoever he was, it was unlikely that they’d ever meet again. As she started to the nearest train stop, she did not even think to look back at the tall, dark figure whose eyes never left her as she walked away from him.


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Octavia could hear the loud music playing before she got to the door of her apartment. It had taken her a 15-minute walk and 20-minute train ride to get to the station nearest her home, in the semi-decaying outskirts of the city. Her neighborhood was the kind filled with old buildings and cheap rent, but the neighborhood was mostly safe. Mostly.

Octavia opened the door to the 1500-sq ft., two-bedroomed apartment, closed the door behind her and took a few steps across the tiny living room and adjoining dining area before making a sharp left to the kitchen.

There, her housemate Sierra was standing in front of the stove where a pan of something was bubbling while she held an empty box of a 5-minute dinner dish in one hand, a cooking spoon in the other, and swayed her hips to the music blaring out of the sound system in the living room, flooding the entire house with catchy pop beats.

“Sierra,” Octavia said. She could barely hear her own voice over the noise. Sierra certainly didn’t; she kept swaying on beat to the music, singing along with the words and pumping her cooking spoon in the air. Her long dark brown hair swayed behind her, trailing the movement of her head.

Octavia sighed and shrugged her book bag off her shoulders, setting it down on the floor.

“SIERRA!” she yelled.

Sierra swiveled around, gave a surprised look at Octavia then reached for her phone on the nearby counter and tapped a button. The music stopped.

“Damn, girl,” Sierra said, “I didn’t know you were here,”

“Naturally. A burglar could have entered the apartment and you wouldn’t know it either. What’s with the music? It’s ambitious of you trying to educate every person in the building on the merits of your musical taste, but I think people can play their own music.”

Sierra blinked at Octavia then turned her attention to her phone. “Whatever. Fine, I’ll turn it down ok? God.”

“You're so considerate,” Octavia said sweetly. She turned to the fridge that was only a few feet away from the stove.

“Shouldn’t you still be out or something?” Sierra said. “Usually you don’t get back till like 1 a.m. or something.”

Octavia pulled a box of cold pizza out of the fridge. “I finished early.”

“So what time are you leaving tomorrow?” Sierra asked, scrolling through something on her phone absentmindedly.

“I probably won’t. I’m finished with my project,” Octavia said.

Sierra looked up and frowned. “You mean…you’re going to be here all day?”

“Yes,” Octavia answered, taking a bite from one of the cold slices in her hand. “Will that be a terrible inconvenience to you? Me being in the house I pay half the rent for?”

Sierra sighed in exasperation and posed her phone in front of her face, positioning herself for a selfie. “Do you have to be here all day?”

“You’re here all day.”

“That’s different. I work from home.”

“Oh, that’s right. Your online nutritional supplement store,” Octavia said.

Sierra shook her head. “No, that was ages ago. Now I sell bath salts.”

“Sounds lucrative,” Octavia said.

Sierra’s phone camera clicked and her face relaxed from the wide-eyed, puckered-lips pose she’d gone into. “I’m testing out my newest product tomorrow so you better not be in the bathroom.”

“I’d hate to affect the quality control of your manufacturing processes,” Octavia remarked dryly.

Sierra took a second to throw Octavia a disdainful glance. “Whatever. Just don’t get in the way. You’re so fucking weird.”

Octavia considered returning Sierra’s compliment but then decided against it. She really did have better things to do.

“Sierra you’re an inspiration,” she said with a smile, shutting the pizza box and starting for the kitchen door.

“Of course I am. I have two-thousand followers,” Sierra responded, putting on another pouty face for her phone screen.

Octavia stifled her next comment and walked out of the kitchen, through their hallway and opened the door to her room.

There was barely an empty space to set a foot down on; all of Octavia’s paraphernalia littered the space. Bits of her laundry covered the floor and lay draped over the closet door and on her bed. Comic books were shoved into messy piles in any available space.

A Nerf gun was wedged between two throw pillows on the floor, a textbook was face down on top of her bed, a plushie shaped like R2-D2 was sitting on the desk opposite the bed.

Somehow, a skinny, long-limbed girl had navigated through all of Octavia’s crap and wedged herself in the chair at the desk. She had a copy of one of Octavia’s comics opened and was lazily thumbing through it. She barely glanced up when Octavia entered.

Gracie had her long raven black hair restrained under a baseball cap, showing off the high cheekbones of her pale, porcelain face. She wore an old T-shirt and faded jeans which she paired with her signature, weathered Doc Martens.

Gracie often sought refuge at her friend’s apartment, much to the annoyance of Sierra. At her own home she left a large family of three siblings, four cousins, and several aunts and uncles—all determined to cram themselves into her parents’ four-bedroom house.

Her family-owned repair shop was slightly better, but there was always one of her brothers, uncles, or cousins pestering her to do their share of the work while they sat in the back and watched soccer matches on TV.

So Gracie spent a lot of time at Octavia’s. Octavia and Sierra often found her sprawled on their couch taking an afternoon nap or rummaging in their fridge for leftover take-out. She wasn’t a complete moocher, though.

She’d repaired the air conditioning unit one summer, saving the two girls from having to swelter in the city heat since their landlord took his time in performing repair duties. And thanks to Gracie, the TV in their living room received all the best cable channels.

“Wow!” Octavia had exclaimed when Gracie revealed her handiwork, “How much do we have to pay?”

“Nothing,” Gracie answered.

Octavia gave her a dubious look, “…Really?”

Gracie nodded. “Really.”

“…But…how could you manage that?”

“Better you don’t ask.”

Octavia had to be content with that answer. She was perfectly fine with having Gracie drop in whenever she wanted to lounge ont heir couch, read Octavia's comic books, or use her PlayStation. Sierra tolerated Gracie’s presence, consoling herself with the thought that if the WiFi went down, there would be someone there to fix it.

Arriving back at her home that evening, Octavia showed no surprise at finding Gracie in her room.

“Well?” Octavia asked, drawing her laptop out of her bag and tossing the bag across the room. It landed on top of an opened box of cereal.

Gracie set the comic book aside and turned the baseball cap on her head backward. “I looked up what you asked. Sure, I can hook you up with the right hardware. It might not be enough though.”

Octavia sighed and collapsed onto her bed, “It’ll have to do.”

“Expect multiple crashes,” Gracie said, “Anytime you try to run a program that big—”

“I know, I know,” Octavia interrupted, “but I have to test it out somehow. I’ll get it to work. It will just take…I dunno…a few years.”

Gracie shook her head, “Too bad you left your old job. They’d have the right stuff for you. With their computers, you could have run your program through in like, seconds.”

“But if I hadn’t left, I never would’ve been able to create the program in the first place,” Octavia replied.

“Oh, yeah,” Gracie said.

Octavia clasped her hands behind her head, “I have to say, I’m loving my life right now. Unemployment is great. I haven’t had to shower in, like, five days.”

“I can tell,” Gracie remarked.

“Really?” Octavia sniffed at a spot on her sweatshirt, “I thought I put on enough deodorant…” she muttered.

Gracie shook her head, “No, you smell fine. At least, from here you do. But you’ve been wearing that hoodie for the past few days.”

Octavia sighed, “I know. Still need to do some laundry. Damn, I’m out of quarters. Why isn’t there an ATM for quarters? Quarters are valuable. Who need one-hundred dollar bills?”

Gracie dug into the pocket of her jeans, “I think I’ve got a few,”

“Sweet. I‘ve got some ones. Let me get my purse.”

“How long before your stash runs out?” Gracie asked.

“I’ve still got time,” Octavia said, unearthing her purse from underneath a dinosaur-paw bedroom slipper on the floor. “I calculated it, and I’m good for another month or so. If I haven’t figured out what to do by then…I’m in trouble.”

“That’s not long,” Gracie remarked, leaning over and dropping a handful of quarters into Octavia’s open palm.

“I know. But my program’s done—I just need to test it. And then I can sell it. Or somehow get some capital and start like a company or something.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“I try not to complicate things.”

“Testing could take a while, though.”

“I know.”

“If your savings run out before you finish testing, that won’t be good.”

“It won’t.”

“Maybe you should get another job again.”

Octavia looked up with a sneer. “Because the last one went so well.”

Gracie shrugged. “A little income won’t hurt. It doesn’t even have to be permanent. You can work for a few months, save up some more, test your program on the side.”

Octavia chewed her lower lip in thought. “If it comes to that, sure, I’d do it. But I’m fine for now.”

Gracie nodded and stood. “Just remember. If you run out of money and need some help—”

“I can always count on you as my friend?” Octavia suggested as the finishing line to Gracie’s sentence.

“Hell, no,” Gracie said, making her way to the door. “Don’t ask me for shit—you’re on your own.”

Octavia grinned at her before she left, “How sweet.”


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Age Rating: 18+

When Night Comes

London, 1838. Christine Smith lives in a changed world, where Britain is under the strict control of the Evynwoods, an ancient vampiric family. In a shocking crime, two of Chrissy’s closest friends are brutally killed. After a chance encounter, James Evynwood, heir to the throne, takes Chrissy for himself. Is he the murderous beast she expects…or something more?

Age Rating: 18+

Fairy Godmother Inc.

Everyone wishes they had a fairy godmother at some point, right? Well, Viola finds out that she does—she only needs to sign on the dotted line, and all her romantic dreams will come true! What could possibly go wrong? How about the fact that she now has to compete in a dangerous game against other women to win the heart of a gorgeous prince? The fight is on!

Alpha’s Second Chance Nymph

Adelie is used to sticking to the shadows and living an ordinary life in her wolf pack. But everything changes when she is rejected by her mate, the Alpha, and must find a new pack to live in. She finds a new home in Alpha Kairos’ pack.

Kairos, a wolf known for his vile nature and raging temper, turns out to be Adelie’s second chance mate. But can they make things work if Kairos’s fear of the past prevents him from opening up and Adelie is about to discover she has powers she’d never even dreamed of?

Age Rating: 16+

Note: This is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

Bright Star

For Andra, bonding with a dragon seems like an impossible dream. But when she crosses paths with a handsome Sky Rider, Andra experiences a whole new world of possibilities. With a little bit of magic, she may even find herself soaring through the skies…

Age Rating: 15+

Reaper’s Claim

_Everyone gets an upbringing. Everyone is taught the essentials of life by their parents, and sometimes the parents’ essentials of life aren’t always the best._

_I learned to roll a cigarette before I was taught to tie my shoelaces. I suppose in most families this would’ve been considered odd, but in ours, it was normal._

_My father, Jed Harrison, was president of the Satan’s Sons Mother Charter…_

Dream of Me

What would you do if the man of your dreams stood before you? Leila is shocked and dazed on discovering that the masked stranger from a Halloween party, Nikoli, is the same man haunting her dreams. A man who dreams of her too…a man with whom her connection transcends this lifetime.

Age Rating: 18+ (Child Abuse, Extreme Violence/Gore, Kidnapping, Sexual Assault/Abuse, Blood)

A Broken Promise

Callie swore off boxing and boxing matches. But when her best friend drags her to an underground fight, she meets Dean, exactly the kind of guy Callie’s been trying to avoid for the past three years. Now there’s no denying the connection between them. But is a spark enough or will it take some more friction to get things going between these two?

Age Rating: 18+