All Chapters of Badgering My Billionaire Bully: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I’m going to kill your fucking sister,” Cruz hissed into the phone he held to his ear.Odin’s voice was quiet for a half beat before he responded, “half-sister and what the fuck did she do?”“Assaulted me in a fucking restaurant, accused me of abandoning her at an abortion clinic, beating her up, breaking her arm which all ultimately scared my fucking date off. This was a fifty-million-dollar deal with my date’s father and your bitch of a sister fucked it up!” He kicked the tire of his car and growled furiously wanting to punch the fuck out of something. Considering the way many of the patrons were watching, he didn’t dare.“Well, you did break her arm,” Odin chuckled.“It was an accident.”“My Dad still thinks you were trying to kill her. I mean I don’t like the brat but bumping her off seemed excessive even to me.”“Would you fucking focus?” he nearly screamed at his childhood best friend. He and Odin were not as close as they once were. He’d moved away more than seven years ago an

Presley found herself wiping tears of frustration away in the bathroom. Odin’s hatred of her started before she was born. All the therapy she took over the course of her life still didn’t fix the ache in her heart each time he came at her. It made her act bitter, angry and shrew-like and she was so tired of it and him.Her father and Odin over the years got into more fights, some of them quite heated due to Odin’s treatment of Scarlett and Presley but it didn’t seem to faze Odin in the least. The worst part was, her grandfather felt it was something time would heal and so when he passed away five years ago, he put their inheritances in trusts for both her and Odin under the care of her father and it could only be released in monthly allotments following one shared meal a month for ten years. They’d gotten through five years of it but there were still five to go. She didn’t need the money from her inheritance but Odin did and so she was forced to endure his bullshit because they both n

“What was that for?”“So, she knows I didn’t forge it.”“You punched me in the throat. It hurt like a bitch but nothing like the way my balls need an ice pack.”“You cornered me and lifted me off the floor. I was defending myself.”“I want you to kiss it better.”“As if.”He pointed to the front of his neck just below the Adam’s apple where a red mark still lingered. “This. Kiss it better.”“Not in a million years.”“Kiss it better or I’m going out there to your father and telling him how you crashed my date last week.”“Go ahead and I’ll tell him how when I was sixteen and you were twenty-three you, Odin and Anderson came to the coffee bar where I was working and made me cry by humiliating me in front of the customers in the store for not doing your coffee right even though it was perfect.”“You were a shitty barista, and I paid nine bucks for the coffee you fucked up.”“I didn’t fuck it up. You caused a scene to humiliate me.”“Kiss me better or I’m going out there.”“Why?”“Because

Wednesday morning Presley was sitting at a cute little table for two overlooking the beach, listening to the surf pound the shore and the laughs of people enjoying the sunshine. Nice was turning out to be everything she dreamed it would be and more. When her editor told her to book time off and recharge herself after back-to-back novels, she’d initially balked but then when the countdown to her flight to France and this beautiful resort in Nice drew to a close, her excitement ramped up. Now, she was grateful her friends and family pushed her to follow the editor’s direction.She picked at a piece of a croissant and sipped her coffee, content in the first relaxing day she’d spent in months. Her book release was set. The initial pre-ordered copies would be available online for ordering on Friday with the new cover. The mass orders which would go to the bookstores would start being filled after. Her hopes for the book were for it to surpass the others she’d written.Her phone rang on the

Sitting on her lounger at the beach, Presley was ready to scream with frustration. The blowhard man who’d followed her from breakfast down to the beach wouldn’t give it up.His name was Algernon. He wore a tiny banana hammock under his protruding gut. He was bald and bragged how he didn’t have hair anywhere on his body at all, wiggling his eyebrows in what Presley was certain he meant to be suggestive. The thought was confirmed when he said no hair meant she wouldn’t be picking it out from her teeth when they became closer during the vacation.She’d tried to ignore him, putting her earbuds in and picking up a book she’d brought to read but now he boldly removed the earbud from her ear and was asking her if she wanted to get out of the heat and get into the water with him.“We could swim deep, and I could get very deep.”A woman traveling alone needed to be careful. Setting a man off was dangerous, especially one who was staying directly across the hall from her. She gave a benign smil