Mr. Masters Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
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She smiles and hugs me. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Wait. What do I do if a girl cracks onto me?” I whisper.

She smirks. “Tell them you’re in love with my dad.” My mouth falls open.

She laughs softly. “I’m not stupid, Brell.”

I raise my eyebrows. “At least one of us isn’t” I sigh.

I have no idea what else to say, so I get out of the car, cross the road, and I walk up to the doorway.

“Fifteen pounds, thanks,” the doorman says flatly.

“Jeez,” I mutter. “Expensive.” I pull out my purse, pay the fee and walk into the club. It’s dark with a large dance floor in the middle. It’s completely packed, mostly with girls.

Jesus, this scene is alive and kicking.

I look around and try to get my bearings. The song Let me Think About It by Freddy Le Grande is playing. I love this song, so I begin to groove a bit as I walk through the crowd. This song reminds me of my situation with Julian at the moment. Let me think about it.

Okay, focus. I’ll just do one lap.

I’m not going to find her even if she is in here, anyway. It’s completely packed. I begin to walk through the club to the beat of the music, looking around as I do. The dance floor is going off, and I smile as I watch the girls getting down and dirty as they dance.

This place is cool.

I get to the back corner, and all at once the music stops and the lights come on. What the hell? I frown as I look around.

A voice comes over the loudspeaker. "Identification check."

Huh?

What the hell? I turn to walk out and see about twenty police checking identification at the door.

Jesus, it’s a sting operation.

I push my way through the crowd, and I’m just about at the door when my eyes widen.

A policeman has a hold of Willow by the arm and he’s dragging her towards the door.

What the fuck? I run after them. What in the hell is she doing in here? I told her to wait in the car. They bust through the front door as Willow struggles to break free. “What are you doing?” I call. “She’s with me.”

“Show me your identification?” the policeman says to her.

Oh no.

“I… I haven’t got my wallet on me,” she stammers.

"She's with me, we're leaving now anyway," I say as I grab Willow's arm. My heart is beating wildly.

The policeman jerks her backwards. “Not so fast. Give me your wallet,” he snaps.

Willow slowly retrieves her wallet and passes it over.

The policeman goes through it and reads out her student card.

Willow Masters

Aged 16

“We got one,” the policeman calls to his friend.

I shake my head frantically. “No, no. This is a mistake. She was just picking me up.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, lady.” He continues to drag Willow to the police car.

Willow’s eyes are like saucers. She’s petrified.

“W-what are you doing with her?” I stammer.

“Taking her to the police station.” My eyes widen. “What for?”

“She’s under arrest. Her parents will have to come get her.”

I shake my head. “I’m her parent. I’ll take her home now.”

He pushes her into the back of the police car and takes out his cell phone to call the number on Willow’s identification.

Oh my fucking God.

“Hello, this is detective Rogers. Do you know a Willow Masters?” he asks.

He listens for a moment.

“No, she’s fine,” he snaps. “You’ll have to come down to the police station and collect her.”

“What for?” I hear Julian asking, as clear as day through the phone.

“She’s just been caught underage in a gay nightclub.”

The blood drains from my face.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Chapter Twenty-Six

I sit in the police station waiting room feeling nauseous. A sense of dread hangs over me like a storm cloud.

I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I’m supposed to be the adult here. What a stupid mistake to make.

Why did I go inside that club? And why did Willow follow me? I would never have gone in there if I’d thought for one moment that she was going to come after me.

This is one big fucking nightmare. The door opens and Julian comes into sight. His eyes find mine across the room and he glares at me.

My stomach sinks. God.

“Hello, I’m here to collect my daughter, Willow Masters,” he announces.

“Ah, yes,” the policeman answers over the reception desk. His eyes rise up to Julian. “Judge Masters. This is unexpected.”

Julian glares at the policeman and I slump farther into my seat. Fuck, the policeman knows who he is.

“Has she been charged with anything?” Julian asks.

“No, but she was found underage in a gay nightclub. It’s mandatory that she be brought back here until a parent can collect her. You can sign her out now and take her home.”

Julian’s jaw clenches. “I see.” His angry eyes flick to mine and I sink into my seat again.


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