Drew's Fight

Annie
Drew Steele is the most egotistical, jealous and possessive man I’ve ever met.
Sure, he helped stay calm when we were trapped in an elevator.
Sure, he rocked my world as a part of said ‘calming down’.
But beyond that, he’s simply irredeemable.
I just wish I could stop thinking about him…

Drew
No feelings, no commitment, no promises of a future—that’s my one rule when it comes to relationships.
But one look, one moment, with Annie Ryan and all that goes right out the window—well, the elevator.
Problem is, she’s promised to another man.
An arranged marriage to my nephew, no less.
Their union is to be part of a business merger that will see two powerful families become even more powerful once united.
I want what’s best for my family. But I want what’s best for me more.
And I can’t stand the idea of Annie Steele moving on with another man.
She belongs to me.

**Please note Drew's Fight was previous published as Drew's Undoing by Loni Ree, it contains some new content and has been re-edited.**

Well, I literally fucked the shit out of this one, and I don’t regret it either. They aren't in love, and neither of them wants to get married, but the engagement has been arranged. My brother and nephew died and left their company in chaos. Trying to save Steele Co., I begged a close friend, George Ryan, to step in and help my surviving nephew learn the ropes and stabilize the company until he’s ready to take control on his own. George agreed but thinks two marriages between our families will solidify the merger. He suggested a marriage between my nephew, Bradley, and his granddaughter, Annie, and another marriage between my niece, Lucy, and his grandson, Lukas. The engagements didn’t concern me until I met Annie Ryan.
She glided into the room, and visions of throwing her gorgeous ass on the nearest flat surface and fucking her flashed into my mind. When she shook my hand, electricity shot through my entire body. I was fucking forced to fasten the button on my jacket to hide my reaction to her. My throbbing erection stayed hard the whole night, and I remained across the room to avoid her pull.
Right after I met Annie, one of the arranged engagements got fucked up when Lucy turned up pregnant by my friend, Blake. Needless to say, the engagement to Lukas Ryan died a swift death, and a new arrangement quickly replaced it. Lucy’s sister, Madison, was chosen to replace her in the engagement, and after several changes and negotiations, Lukas Ryan decided to marry Madison himself.
With my new house under construction, Bradley offered me a place to stay after my penthouse sold, and I’ve been living at his home until my new house is ready. Yesterday, after showering, I ran right into fucking temptation, and temptation won. Karma, the bitch, placed Annie right in my path.
After she left last night, Bradley was distracted and upset, but I couldn't talk to him because of the elevator repairmen and the bumbling Craig. Before Annie left, he kept glancing at the bruises on her neck and chest, and he had to have smelled the distinct odor of sex in the elevator. I owe my nephew an explanation and an apology. Before my apology to Bradley, Annie and I need to discuss how to proceed. I called her this morning and asked her to come to my office at noon, a time when most of my employees are out for lunch.
Trying to decide who I'm going to send to California to protect some airhead starlet distracts me, and I don't notice the time. Jessica, my assistant, knocks and lets me know that Annie is here. Annie walks in wearing a gorgeous short blue dress that stops mid-thigh, showing off her fabulously long, tan legs, especially with the matching blue high heels. When thoughts of those legs wrapped around my hips and those heels digging into my ass filter through my brain, I know this meeting was a bad idea.
Breathing deeply, trying to control my dirty thoughts, I’m a little short with my assistant when I bark, "Go to lunch but don’t take forever. Get back and text out assignments for me."
Jessica nods and hurries out the door. Signaling for Annie to have a seat on the couch, I walk around the front of my desk, sit on the edge of it, and run my hand down the front of my face.
Not knowing where to start, I blurt, "Bradley knows. You have bruises all over your throat and chest, and the elevator smelled like a sex club. I don't believe in running from my problems, but before I talk to Bradley, I wanted to talk to you first. This situation isn't going to go away, so we’re going to have to face it."