Boys of Bridgewater Box Set 01 - 03

Boys of Bridgewater BOX SET BELLA MICHAELS Copyright © Altiora Press, LLC 2023 Printed in the United States of America. Cover design by Najla Qamber Designs. All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are product’s of there author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents Overruled by Love Last Call 1. Hayden 2. Ada 3. Hayden 4. Hayden 5. Ada 6. Hayden 7. Ada 8. Hayden 9. Ada 10. Hayden 11. Ada 12. Hayden 13. Ada 14. Hayden 15. Ada 16. Hayden 17. Ada 18. Hayden 19. Ada 20. Hayden 21. Ada 22. Hayden 23. Ada 24. Hayden 25. Ada 26. Hayden 27. Ada 28. Hayden 29. Hayden 30. Ada 31. Hayden 32. Ada 33. Hayden 34. Hayden 35. Ada 36. Hayden 37. Ada Epilogue Bonus Scene Sneak Peek of Billion Dollar Date Billion Dollar Date 1. Enzo 2. Chari 3. Enzo 4. Chari 5. Enzo 6. Chari 7. Enzo 8. Chari 9. Enzo 10. Chari 11. Enzo 12. Chari 13. Enzo 14. Chari 15. Enzo 16. Chari 17. Enzo 18. Chari 19. Enzo 20. Chari 21. Enzo 22. Chari 23. Enzo 24. Chari 25. Enzo 26. Chari 27. Enzo 28. Chari 29. Chari 30. Enzo 31. Chari 32. Enzo 33. Chari 34. Chari 35. Enzo 36. Chari 37. Enzo 38. Chari 39. Enzo 40. Chari 41. Enzo 42. Chari 43. Enzo 44. Chari Epilogue Get a Bonus Book My Foolish Heart Sneak Peek Acknowledgments My Foolish Heart 1. Evie 2. Tristano 3. Evie 4. Tristano 5. Evie 6. Tristano 7. Evie 8. Tristano 9. Evie 10. Tristano 11. Evie 12. Tristano 13. Evie 14. Tristano 15. Evie 16. Tristano 17. Evie 18. Tristano 19. Evie 20. Evie 21. Tristano 22. Tristano 23. Evie 24. Tristano 25. Evie 26. Tristano 27. Evie 28. Tristano 29. Evie 30. Evie 31. Tristano 32. Tristano 33. Evie 34. Tristano 35. Evie 36. Tristano 37. Evie 38. Tristano 39. Evie 40. Tristano 41. Evie 42. Tristano Epilogue Pop & Pour Meet, Play, Love Also by Bella Michaels About the Author Overruled by Love Chapter 1 Hayden “Should I let you out here, sir?” I open my eyes and shove a curtain aside, looking out the car window. Traffic’s at a standstill. I have no idea how long we’ve been sitting here because I kind of, sort of dozed off. I glance at my watch. “Shit.” Enzo is going to kill me. I’m supposed to meet our new project manager from the FDA with him . . . several minutes ago. I’d run through a burning building for my friend and business partner, but apparently getting to bed at a reasonable time the night before a big meeting is too big of an ask for me. I really, really did not plan to be out so late, or to wake up with company this morning, but a series of rather fortunate events . . . Focus, Hayden. I press a button in front of me just below the privacy screen. “Are we going to get moving any time this century, Henry?” His gravelly voice comes through the speaker, loud and clear. “Doesn’t look good. I think you’d get there faster walking.” Yup, Enzo is going to kill me. “Sir?” I glance out a window, find a landmark, and calculate the remaining distance. As much as I’d prefer not to show up dripping sweat, walking is a better call than making them wait. Or wait longer, as the case may be. A quick look down at my cell confirms the worst. Two missed calls and even more text messages. With another touch of a button, the privacy screen slides down between Henry and me. His judgy gaze peers at me from the rearview mirror. He doesn’t mean to come off that way, but a lifetime of working for my father has ingrained an ironclad sense of duty in the man. Even if he is my driver now, not my father’s. “I’ll be at least two hours.” Henry blinks. The only sign he’s actually heard me. When I was young I used to think he either couldn’t stand me or was being deliberately disrespectful. But now I know better. “Enjoy your morning,” I call as I gather my briefcase and jump out of the car. How is it already so damn hot at nine in the morning? Okay, nine fifteen. Making my way through the rush-hour crowd, I voice-text Enzo. Sorry. On my way. Standstill traffic, and I fell asleep in the car. Just as I’m about to shove my phone back into my pocket, it vibrates. A quick glance tells me what I’ve already guessed: it’s my father. I’m tempted to ignore him, but he’ll only call back until he reaches me. “Good morning, Father.” “I thought you had a meeting with the new project manager this morning?” Hello to you too. I’m tempted to ask why he’s calling if he knew I had a meeting, but I have too much of a headache to fight with him at the moment. That won’t be a problem anymore once this whole tiresome approval process is over and Enzo and I are able to bring our product to market. “I’m on my way there now.” “We can’t afford delays, Hayden.” I’m not in the mood. It’s hot. My head is pounding. I nearly crashed into a tourist who stopped in the middle of the damn sidewalk to take a picture, and Enzo is texting me as we speak. “Dad”—he hates when I call him that—“I’m fully aware. We had no control over the last person being transferred, but there’s no reason to think a new