Undeniable

Prologue

 ©2016. EJHearth

A/N: this book is not completely edited, so there will be mistakes. It is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! Do not read if you cannot handle sexual scenes, violence, and curse words! Thank you for reading! Enjoy.
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Emilia stared out at the car sitting across the street from her shop. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the male sitting inside staring across the road at her shop. Her pulse jumped as her anger heightened. This bastard had been sitting outside her shop for the past three days now, and every time she came out to tell him off he drove away. She was so close to calling the cops her fingers twitched, but she was not a pussy bitch. She'd deal with this fucker on her own.

"Yo, Em!" Jake called out to her from the bay.

She dragged her flaring eyes from the stalker to the manager of her shop. He wiggled his brows at her. He knew he was a pretty boy, but he also knew he never had a snowball's chance in hell to getting with Emilia. Emilia did not mix her work life and pleasure life, even though her mother--and what was left of her family--thought she needed to settle down with Jake. Her stupid ass brought him to a few family events and now they won't shut up about him.

"What, Jake?" she snipped at him and glowered.

He chuckled and his low, deep rolling voice reverberated through the shop.

"You fantasizing about me over there? The real deal is just a few feet away, baby doll," he murmured and winked.

She groaned and walked to her office.

"Keep it up, Jakers, and I might just take you up on that. The only reason I haven't is because your little heart might break when I kick you out after having the best sex in your life," she muttered.

Jake purred like a wild cat.

"Oh, baby, you are just asking for it now!" he called before she slammed her door shut.

The other shop members chuckled at their banter and continued working. Nobody talked to Emilia much because they were afraid of her. She put him as manager because he worked hard and he wasn't afraid of her.

From day one, Jake was all about getting under her skin. He also thought she was on of the hottest females on the planet, and his testosterone just couldn't pass up for the chance. Over the years he had grown fond of her, but not in a intimate way. He admired her strength and resilience. She put her business first, but did not let people walk over her. He had become great friends with her over his three year employment to her.

A knock sounded on the metal door to her office. She knew it was Jake because he opened the door before she gave the go ahead.

"Now, why the hell is my baby doll sulking around, slamming doors, and glaring out windows?" Jake asked as he shut the door and walked over to her desk.

Emilia stared at his handsome face indifferently. He was in his navy blue work uniform with oil stains splattered on it and his pale hands were almost black from the dirt. His black work boots clapped the floor with conviction and his sturdy build braced before her. He was ready for her to start yelling. His face didn't show the anticipation, though. His dark brown eyes were calm, and his jaw was set. He had the reddest hair she ever saw. He was so Scottish it wasn't even funny. Although, he didn't have the accent as bad as the rest of his family because he was a few generations from immigrating from there. She couldn't understand half of the things his family said whenever they got together for the holidays. She often used his family as an escape from her own, so she really didn't mind letting them think they were together.