Read Online Cougar's Luck (Pacific Northwest Cougars Book 2) by Moxie North - Free Book Online

threatened.
    “Don’t you dare threaten me, Vincent. We do not have a relationship outside of business. We are not dating and I do not have to respond to your incessant messages. I’ve asked you to stop sending me flowers and gifts multiple times, we are not dating. But you keep doing it. I’ve tried to be subtle, but it seems like I’m not getting through to you.”
    “I’ve spent an ass load of money on you, don’t you think I deserve something for that?”
    “Uh, how about a thanks, but no thanks?” she smarted back.
    “Oh, your new boyfriend is the only one you’re willing to spread your legs for. What did he give you? Jewelry? I can give you jewelry if that will pry those legs apart for me. I’m sure it will be worth it, whatever the price.”
    Ugh, he was disgusting!
    “Vince you’re a pig. I’m done, don’t ever call me again. Don’t send me anything and don’t you dare step foot in my hotel ever again.”
    Layla said this calmly and firmly so there would be no mistaking her sincerity. Then she hung up. Swiping her phone back to contacts, she blocked his number. Once that was done, she called security and informed them that under no circumstances was Vincent Domolo allowed in the hotel. She then called the front desk and gave them the same speech. They would forward the information to the valets and bellhops since they were her first line of defense against vile Vince.
    She decided this was a situation that needed to be sent all the way to the top so she grabbed her things and took a stroll to her brother’s office.
    Smiling at the receptionist she cocked her head to the side towards the closed door and was told.
    “He’s alone and somehow I’m sure he knows you’re here,” the human receptionist said, with a laugh.
    Layla was still polite and knocked, but she didn’t wait for an answer. Striding in she shut the door behind her, walked up to the chairs facing her brother’s desk and sat down. Kicking off her super cute silver slingbacks, she propped her feet on his desk, ankles crossed, and waited for his highness to acknowledge her.
    “Your feet stink, runt.”
    That was all she got from the man whose eyes hadn’t left his computer screen as she made her entrance.
    Layla took a sniff. “No they don’t. I just had a pedicure. They are perfectly perfumed and pampered, thank you very much.”
    Her brother snorted. Nice.
    Finally, he turned to her and his eyes scanned her. “You’re pissed.”
    Well, he was right about that.
    “More than,” she replied.
    “Staff?” he queried.
    “No, Vincent Domolo. He called me a bitch. Go beat him up for me,” she said with a pout. She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her lower lip. Her big brother should be jumping at the chance to defend her honor.
    “Hmm, although I’d love to beat him up for you, Leelee, starting a war with the Domolo family is shockingly not on my to-do list,” her brother said wryly.
    “But Willy, he’s not getting it! I told him off tonight and warned the staff. He’s creepy and ewwy.”
    “I don’t think ewwy, is a word, runt.”
    “It is now, I’m sure his picture is in the dictionary next to it,” she huffed.
    “I’ll spread the word, we can give a heads up to the rest of the pack tonight. I’m guessing mom has already called you?”
    Her brother smiled at her knowing good and well she’d called.
    “I told her the same thing I’ll tell you, I will be there eventually. I thought running the club might be a priority for me.”
    “You pay a manager I believe, why don’t you occasionally let him manage? You’re here all the time Leelee. Take a breather, you’re young, enjoy life a little,” Will said.
    Snorting, Layla shook her head. “Thirty-eight is not young, need I remind you. I’m lucky I’m shifter or I’d be officially on the shelf. A spinster, only good for becoming a school marm or opening a cat lady store.”
    “A cat lady store?”
    “Yeah, you know, a place for people to buy