Wanted Big Bad Single Dad
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My goal is to get in their heads and wrap them around my finger. It’s not hard, because<br />
most of them are so fucking lonely they’ll fuck a piece of cabbage if it will spread its legs for<br />
them.<br />
Anytime, sweetheart, he writes back.<br />
I heave a hefty sigh and glance out the window of my Manhattan penthouse. The view is<br />
fucking glorious. The city skyline isn’t a view one often forgets to appreciate.<br />
It’s mid-morning by now, but the heavy fog is still dense, as if I were in the fucking<br />
moors of England or some shit.<br />
I guess today isn’t going to be sunshine and blue skies, but that’s okay; my mood is fit for<br />
a king, anyway.<br />
I crack my knuckles and contentedly lean back in my desk chair, thinking of the best way<br />
to hook, line, and sinker this prick.<br />
Are you still there?<br />
The cursor blinks on my screen. I let this guy keep hanging for a few minutes before I<br />
answer.<br />
I’m wherever you need me to be, baby.<br />
There, take that asshole.<br />
I get up to stretch and trudge back to my kitchen, feeling a chill in the air that’s probably<br />
just a reflection of the bleak and dreary sky outside.<br />
Plus, it’s a Monday. Who fucking likes Mondays?<br />
I drum my fingers against the countertop and blow out a puff of air. I need to take this<br />
Mr. <strong>Bad</strong>Boy on. I’m fucking pissed and offended at his sheer audacity to use the same username<br />
as the name of the site.<br />
It’s probably a lapse on the part of my otherwise brilliant HR team. But I don’t want to<br />
bring this to their attention just yet. I want to get a feel for this new guy first.<br />
I stare at my liquor cabinet, thinking I might need to add some refreshment to my coffee<br />
cup if I’m going to up the ante.<br />
It’s going to be a long fucking day.
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