Mr Jerk

BILLIONAIRE BOSSHOLES Mr. Grump Mr. Jerk Mr. Cocky This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental. RELAY PUBLISHING EDITION, MAY 2023 Copyright © 2023 Relay Publishing Ltd. All rights reserved. Published in the United Kingdom by Relay Publishing. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Leslie North is a pen name created by Relay Publishing for co-authored Romance projects. Relay Publishing works with incredible teams of writers and editors to collaboratively create the very best stories for our readers. www.relaypub.com BLURB The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort. Apparently when you’re a billionaire sports agent, finding strange half-naked women in your hotel room is…normal? That didn’t stop me launching a stiletto at him. He’s fine—good reflexes. Still, he walked into my hotel room—claiming it's his—and has no plans on leaving. Neither do I. Which is how I end up sharing a bed with Mr. Jerk. Platonically…more or less. Nothing happened, I just might have had a few naughty thoughts and some very pleasant dreams. He’s hot, all right? A hot jerk. Volcanic levels of hotness. But a jerk nonetheless. Like when he fires his assistant in front of me. And then asks me if I want the job. Only a 5-star, card-carrying, world-revolves-around-me, A—hole would be so brazen. But he’s also paying me triple what my newspaper assistant job did. Giving me access to legit superstars. Starring in my dirtiest of fantasies. And that’s a problem. Because I can’t fall for my bosshole. They say he always gets what he wants. But he’s not getting me. MAILING LIST Thank you for reading “Mr. Jerk” (Billionaire Bossholes Book Two) Read FIVE full-length romances by USA Today best-selling author Leslie North for FREE! Over 600+ pages of best-selling romance with hundreds of FIVE STAR REVIEWS! Sign-up to her mailing list and get your FREE books: www.leslienorthbooks.com CONTENTS 1. Noah 2. Maddy 3. Noah 4. Maddy 5. Noah 6. Maddy 7. Noah 8. Maddy 9. Maddy 10. Noah 11. Maddy 12. Noah 13. Maddy 14. Maddy 15. Noah 16. Maddy 17. Noah 18. Maddy 19. Noah 20. Maddy 21. Noah 22. Maddy 23. Noah 24. Maddy 25. Noah 26. Maddy 27. Noah 28. Maddy 29. Noah 30. Noah 31. Maddy 32. Maddy 33. Noah 34. Maddy 35. Noah 36. Noah 37. Maddy 38. Maddy 39. Noah End of Mr. Jerk Free book offer Thank you! Make an Author’s Day About Leslie Sneak Peek: Mr. Cocky Sneak Peek: Beauty and the Billionaire Grump Also by Leslie 1 NOAH “And what about you? A nice young man like you must have someone special waiting back home,” the nosy wedding guest next to me asked. I’d ended up at the singles table of my best friend James’ wedding. It had been a perfectly nice table until somebody’s grandma had swooped in and started asking us all about our dating lives. God save me from matchmakers. “No. Married to my job,” I said, flashing a strained smile. It was true. I’d just come off of a whirlwind scouting trip. Back-to-back meetings in six states in just five days then directly to the wedding. It was my way of life, but it still got to me now and then. “You’re what, thirty-five? That’s long past time to settle down, if you ask me,” the Matchmaker said, interrupting my thoughts. “Forty-three,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you talk to Joe over there? I heard a rumor he doesn’t believe in marriage. You should go save him from himself.” I watched with deep satisfaction as the Matchmaker scurried off to Joe. I fought off a yawn. It wasn’t that I didn’t think about marriage sometimes. But I’d yet to meet the woman who wouldn’t make settling down feel like settling. I liked my life exactly as it was. For example, I liked being able to stand up, exchange a quick nod with the groom, and duck out of the wedding reception. I was happy for James, but he knew that the whole happily-ever-after scene wasn’t my thing. It had happened for him and his beautiful new wife Kaitlyn, sure, but he was the exception. I hopped in the car I’d hired, and told the driver to take me to the boutique hotel where most of the wedding guests were staying. My assistant, Zoe, had made my reservations and let them know I’d be checking in late. I stretched out in the back seat, fantasizing about taking the hottest shower known to man and then getting some damn sleep. Lord knew I needed it. Check-in at the hotel was mercifully quick, and I headed to my room. I yawned as the key card light on the door turned green, and I walked in, eyes already half closed. Maybe I’d sleep first, then shower… I came to an abrupt halt, suddenly wide awake. There was a half-naked woman in my room. She was standing with her back to me, unzipping her dress. Or attempting to, since she seemed to be struggling with the zipper, leaving the dress stuck around her waist. I could tell by her exposed back she wasn’t wearing a bra. I watched for a second longer, mesmerized. The woman was breathtaking. It didn’t matter how tired or grumpy I was, I could still appreciate the fact that there was a half-naked, beautiful woman wiggling around a few feet away. The part of my brain that was still working noted that this was probably another one of Zoe’s mistakes. On this past trip alone, she’d managed to mix up the Dakotas during the scheduling part of the trip, screw up securing a car for me in