Page 44 of Heartless Boss

What’s up with you telling Mason that I’m your girlfriend?

PA, Underwood Banking

He responds immediately.

From: Gunner Underwood

To: Gia Gallagher

Subject: Re: Why tell

Mason wants to fuck you. And he will not leave you alone, and the only way he will get the hint is if I flat-out told him you’re with me. You’re not allowed to fuck anyone else, and I won’t be sticking my dick in new pussy. But don’t get your hopes up, I’m not interested in a serious relationship.

From: Gia Gallagher

To: Gunner Underwood

Subject: Re: Re: Why tell

Good, I wouldn’t want my boyfriend to find out about us. He gets really possessive and mean.

PA, Underwood Banking

Even though my heart is sad after reading that he doesn’t want a relationship, I try to make light of the situation.

From: Gunner Underwood

To: Gia Gallagher

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Why tell

Your boyfriend’s looking rather pathetic. First, he leaves you homeless, then he allows you to move in with a guy who’s been waiting forever to fuck you. Tell him you found someone better-looking with a bigger dick. Because it’s obvious he isn’t fucking you properly if you agreed for me to fuck you.

After you finish reading over this document that needs to be sent to the HR department, go home and get ready for our date.

I’ll be home at four.

P.S. Delete these messages, so IT won’t flag them.

Chapter Fifteen

Gia

Gunner is late. Like thirty minutes late. Not that it’s a surprise, he’s always running late for meetings and everything else. Sometimes, I think he has no sense of time.

I changed my outfit five times already.

After all, I’m going on a date with a man my heart has been doing cartwheels for since college. The same man I dreamed about while I lay next to my ex at night.

I wear my lavender tank top and my white jean shorts with my rainbow knee-high socks and lavender oxford shoes. I stand in front of the marble counter in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the wide mirror as I apply white eye shadow. I brush my wavy hair for the millionth time.

Finally, Gunner lurches inside the bathroom, removing his clothes. My cheeks burn as I stare at his junk as it dangles between his legs.

Oh, my God. It is huge. It’s veiny and hard. So red it’s almost purple.

“You’re hung like a horse!” I blurt out then cover my mouth. I did not mean to say that out loud.

Gunner chuckles and takes long strides toward me.