Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1)

Mr. Big ShotAn Enemies to Lovers Romance


J.P. Comeau


Mr. Big Shot
Copyright © 2020 by J.P. Comeau
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Mr. Big Shot is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and occurrences are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to a person, living or deceased, events, or locations is purely coincidental.
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Contents
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
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue


1
Karina
I gazed out over the red clay mountains in the distance as the sun began to rise. Notes of caramel hung in the air, wafting up from the warm mug clutched firmly between my palms. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of my new home. Cars, striking themselves up. Engines, rumbling in the distance. Soft heels clicking against concrete before car doors opened and shut all around me. It was the sound of the world waking up. A sound I had always enjoyed, even as a child. When I used to sit out on the porch with my father and lean against his warm, strong arm while watching the world come to life.
“I miss you, Daddy,” I whispered.
I sipped my coffee and let the sugary sweetness rush over my tongue. I filled my mouth, gulping it down in an attempt to wake myself up. It was hard to believe that my new rental place was only fifteen minutes from The Strip. The Strip. The Strip of Las Vegas. The most infamous strip of land in all of the United States. I licked my lips, making sure to enjoy every last drop of coffee my mug had to offer. And as I drew in another deep breath, I felt energy finally rushing through my veins.
“Only took you two cups, crazy,” I murmured to myself.
I didn’t think I’d ever convince my parents of my need to move away. After being laid off from my job in H.R., I needed something new. A fresh start. Especially after having my heart broken so badly. I snickered at the thought. If Kelly and Roxy knew I was still holding onto that pain, they’d kill me themselves.
Then again, my best friends are the reason why I moved here in the first place.
After telling my parents that Henderson, Nevada, was one of the top ten safest cities to reside in, they let themselves become excited about my move. As if I had done it years ago. Granted, that’s what everyone said. ‘No one makes a life in the city that made them,’ Roxy always said. ‘Girl, you need to get out and experience things’ Kelly always boasted.
“Can’t say anything now,” I whispered.
I missed my parents, though.
I missed everything about San Francisco. The calm, even temperatures. The way the city sounded. The honking of horns that always greeted me first thing in the morning. I missed the salted smell of the ocean. The feel of wet sand tickling between my toes. I closed my eyes and conjured it all. The face of my mother. The soothing voice of my father. The comfort I felt stepping inside my childhood home to go find them for dinner.
I miss you guys.
As my eyes opened, I took another sip of coffee. I hummed over its strength as I studied the small backyard the rental afforded me. It was the first time I had moved away from home. Including going off to college. I mean, I only spent one year living in the dorms on campus because Dad wanted me to ‘have the experience.’ But, of course, I ended up back home my sophomore year, commuting back and forth and enjoying all of the comforts that came with the home I grew up in.
I sighed. “Why did I have to get laid off again?”
Oh, right. Because the company I worked for couldn't evolve with technology. I mean, they were a manufacturing plant. Why couldn't they evolve? That was part of their job. It was always part of everyone’s job. Evolution is what drives the business sector. Didn’t they know that?
Obviously not.
The sound of something vibrating against glass caught my ear. When I looked down at my phone, rattling around on top of the table, I smiled. Mom was calling. Her name popped up on my screen as colors flashed in the background. I exchanged my coffee mug for my phone and couldn't pick it up fast enough.
I longed to hear her voice.
“Good morning, mother,” I said.
I heard that tell-tale click. “Got your father here, too!”
He chuckled. “Hey, Princess.”
“Hey, Daddy.”
“So, how are things?” Mom asked.
Dad jumped in again. “Did you get moved in, okay? Did that patio furniture make it there with you?”
“I’m sitting out at the table right now, gazing out at the mountains.”
Mom squealed. “Oh! I’m so glad it made it. I knew you’d want something like that first thing in the morning.”
“It’s no ‘sitting on the porch with Dad,’ though.”
“And nothing ever will be, Princess. That’ll be our little thing.”
My heart warmed. “Always.”
Mom cleared her throat. “What am I? Chopped liver?”
My head fell back in laughter. “Sorry, Mom. It’s only because I’m still out here drinking coffee.”
“At nine in the morning? You’re usually up around seven-thirty.”
I shrugged. “I suppose I’m taking things a bit slower right now.”
“In Vegas? Is that a thing?”
Dad lowered his voice. “Our daughter doesn’t live in Vegas, Sweetie. She lives in Henderson. Remember?”
“Of course, I remember. I’m not senile. But, she’s only a few minutes from the city. How different can it be?”
I smiled. “Very, very different. But, enough about me. How’s Lucy doing in school?”
Dad sighed. “Well, you know her. Always trying