Dad's CEO Boss: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 203)

Contents
Dad’s CEO Boss
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
About the Author


Dad’s CEO Boss
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 203
FLORA FERRARI


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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.


Dad’s CEO Boss
LOGAN
Father-Daughter week?
It’s not a bad idea, but seriously do I need more reminders?
I’m forty. Have the company most trip over to buy shares in. Have a cloud in the sky I call my kingdom…
But there’s no Queen. No real future. No family.
A King without his Queen is like a tree without water, sooner or later it withers and dies.
Until I see her picture.
Father-Daughter week candidate, dad works in accounting and she’s fresh out of college, hungry for an internship.
But one look and I know I’m hungry for more, much much more.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine, to have her as my Queen.
CHRISSY
Elusive, but not reclusive. Logan Parker is the kind of CEO that everybody knows by sight but nobody really knows at all.
He’s a bit of an enigma.
And although math and economics tell me there’s no such thing as a thousand percent, he’s all that.
A thousand percent sex appeal.
I love my dad, but Father-Daughter week anywhere else except Logan Industries would be cringe-worthy for me.
The thought of being in the same building as the man himself though, maybe even getting to meet him…
But I don’t see that happening, he’s as private as they come and his building is his fortress.
But when we both see Logan himself, standing tall above everyone else as he meets and greets participants for Father-Daughter week, I know I’m done for.
It’s in his eyes, and as soon as I’m in his huge, strong arms I know there’s no turning back.
Not that I’d want to. I’ve literally died and gone to heaven.
*Dad’s CEO Boss is an insta-everything, OTT standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.


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Chapter One
Chrissy
It was the only time, in all my time at college, that the whole class acknowledged I even existed thanks to Logan Parker. In economics, my least favorite subject, the professor had been particularly interested in Logan Parker.
“I understand your father works alongside the great man?” he’d asked, stopping his lecture on philanthropy incorporate models, using Logan Parker as an example.
I could only turn bright red, shrug, and squirm as the hundred eyes who usually taunted me suddenly wanted to know something more about me.
And here I am now, on my way to see the man himself.
Well, his building anyway. I’d played it cool when dad suggested he apply for me to take part in Father-Daughter week at Logan Industries.
“It could be a shoo-in for an intern application, Chrissy,” he says now, without wanting to make promises he can’t keep or control.
I nod in agreement, looking past him, picturing Logan at his desk… summoning me to him.
Logan Parker.
I’m nervous when we arrive, but it’s just another day at the office for dad, who puts me at ease with a squeeze of my hand as we walk into the huge foyer of the towering glass and steel building.
“Well! If it isn’t Mr. Parker himself!” My dad exclaims, and I feel my heart explode like fireworks in my chest, my palms all wet, and once our eyes lock, my panties even wetter.
Logan Parker is doing a formal meet and greet near the elevators, with some media there to report on his contribution to Father-Daughter day by instead having a whole week of it.
Something that surprises my dad as much as it does me, Logan Parker doesn’t ‘do’ publicity.
I wonder why he’s really out here today? Who cares. It’s really him.
He’s casually shaking hands and welcoming others when his eyes stray past everyone else and lock onto mine.
Dark, intense eyes, which widen and smolder with intensity as I feel a small sound escape me.
I actually think I hear my dad gulp too, Logan Parker just has that effect on people.
His huge frame, all muscle from what I can see straining against his immaculate tailored suit, fills the foyer with his aura of power and what can only be called pure sex appeal.
1000%
Dark eyes match his dark, thick hair which is as stylish as his suit. Nothing out of place as if the man himself holds everything in balance by simply existing.
His marble cut jawline seems too tense, revealing a subtle dimple in his cheek that gives him a sudden almost boyish look as he also cocks a brow, letting his eyes travel down my body.
His gaze, like his hands, is strong and powerful. He’s not looking at anyone else like this, a slight curl of his lip and a low tone which resonates through the foyer tells me his attention is just for me.
I feel my chest stiffening, wishing I’d worn a thicker blouse and maybe not one that’s pure white.
I know he can see my nipples, and I gasp. Suddenly wanting him to see them, wanting him to want them.
He has a tall, chesty but thin blond girl’s hand in his, which he drops, almost pushing his way past everyone else. My dad clears his throat and extends his hand,