Bossy Fiance Mistake

By: Roxy Reid

I know I can’t ignore him. He’s the type that captures your attention and never lets it go. It shouldn’t surprise me that he’s somehow found his way back into my life after all these years. After catching my breath, I turn and face my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Voss.



If someone told me this morning that I would see my ex-girlfriend from college, I would’ve laughed them out of the room. Last I heard, Alyssa left the state with her marketing degree in hand. I expected her to go off, be some big marketing executive, and never give Miami another look. Looks like I was wrong.

“What are you doing here?” Alyssa asks me as a confused look spread across her face.

My eyes sweep over her figure automatically and I take in the subtle curves I’m all too familiar with. We had a lot of fun together back in college. She was my deepest and longest relationship before we broke up.

Now, quick and casual is more of my style. I have too much work on my hands to handle a relationship. My business requires the majority of my time and energy, and I doubt any woman is going to put up with that. A dose of fun for one night is all I need, which I can easily find in a nearby club or even a business conference if I’m feeling daring.

However, I can admit that she looks as stunning as ever. Her hair frames her perfect, smooth face, and the length of those legs still kills me. She’s grown into herself and looks even more confident and bold in her own body.

“Well, this is my company, Voss Consults,” I reply with a light chuckle. Originally, I figured she was here to pay me a visit since she’s back in town, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. “What are you doing here?”

Alyssa seems to flush for a second before lifting her chin up in a bold move. She’s always had a bit of sassy edge to her, and I can’t help but enjoy teasing at it. Her reaction gets me every single time.

“Oh, well, I was looking for Variety Marketing for … a job interview,” she murmurs as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

I can’t help but laugh. I’m aware of Variety Marketing. They’re in the building next door.

“Oh, no. Variety Marketing is run by a bunch of soft morons. I’m sure you’re better than that, right?” I lightly tease as I cock an eyebrow at her. From what I remember from college, she aced every class she was in. She was smart, beautiful, and bold, and it seems like that hasn’t changed.

Alyssa smirks a little as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“And your company is so much better?” She asks me as she lifts her eyebrows.

I know that it is because I put more work into it than any of my competitors. I turned nothing into something with what I had at the time as a business major. Now, I’m here, a billion dollars later.

I feel my phone buzz rapidly in my pocket. I pull it out to glance at the caller ID, and I have to stifle a groan. I almost don’t even remember who Paula is, but I’m pretty sure she’s one of my nightly hook-ups. It’s getting harder and harder to remember everyone, but that doesn’t encourage me to slow down.

Some don’t mind our quick arrangement. Others fight for my last name and the money in my bank account. There’s no genuineness anymore when it comes to being with someone. I’m not one for fakeness.

“Of course. I told you I was going to make it, sugar,” I point out as I silence my phone and tuck it back into my dark blue suit pants. I’d rather talk to someone who knows me from before Voss Consults. Alyssa is never going to act impressed or awed by my success or money.

“Still cocky as ever,” Alyssa comments with a small shake of her head.

“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” I point out. I wasn’t much different back in college. I’m only slightly cockier now that I actually have something to boast about.

“Oh, I don’t want you in any way,” Alyssa laughs out, an amused smile crossing her soft pink lips.

She’s still a tease. That makes me feel warm on the inside. Some things don’t need to change, and I’m glad to see that she still has her fiery side. It’s one of the many things I like about her. Platonically, of course.

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