Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

I knew that people like Carter lived this way, but I’d never really seen it before. My father left my mother when I was very young, and my mother never really found another partner after he was gone. She was a single mother raising a daughter on a secretary’s salary, and although Carter paid Mom very well, that wasn’t always the case with her bosses before him. There were times where we really struggled, but Mom managed to give me a comfortable life despite all that.

Still, I’d never seen luxury like Carter’s palatial mansion. He lived on the outskirts of San Francisco, up in the hills surrounded by natural wildlife and trees. He kept away from the other tech billionaires for reasons that I didn’t understand and wasn’t going to bother to ask him about. From what I could tell, there were three main wings in the house attached to a central hub. I had one wing, Carter and Mom had the other, and the third was being switched over to guest duty. Before, it had been some kind of recreational place. I wasn’t really sure what that meant and didn’t bother to ask.

I was too busy wandering around the grounds.

From what I understood, there were two pools, one indoor and one outdoor, plus a full gym, bar, and restaurant that was only open when guests were around. There were tennis courts, a basketball court, an indoor volleyball court, a bowling alley, two movie theaters, and something like two hundred computers. There was a machine shop and a robotics lab, plus an infirmary with in-house medical staff.

In short, it was more like a resort than a house, and I got lost immediately.

Not that I minded being lost. I came across housekeepers every once in awhile, but they basically just ignored me. I was too busy looking into rooms, staring at paintings, and basically trying to come to grips that a single person could afford all of this stuff. I knew Carter was rich, but I had no clue what that really meant.

It was becoming clearer and clearer to me that Carter Green really was the spoiled rich playboy that the media made him seem to be. His home was extravagant, like a resort for the insanely wealthy, except owned and operated for one man. He apparently had guests constantly, but I hadn’t seen anybody yet, and doubted I ever would. Even if people were staying there, the place was just too huge to stumble across someone.

And I liked it that way. I didn’t want to see Carter Green and really wanted to just pretend that I was living in some lavish hotel for the summer. I didn’t want to be reminded that the man was my stepfather, even though he was the age of a man I’d consider dating. Not that I’d ever date Carter, of course, but it just made no sense for him to be my stepfather. There was no real relationship there anyway, since he was just using my mother for the good press, and she was using him for money.

I came down a flight of stairs, wondering briefly where my mother was, when I saw a sign for the gym. Curious, I decided to go check it out and see what sort of facilities were available, since maybe I’d start jogging or something. If there were treadmills, I just might use them, since I had nothing else to do.

As I came around the corner and pushed through the frosted glass door, I nearly stumbled directly into someone. I stepped backwards, surprised, and put my hands up in apology.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out.

“It’s very okay.”

I stopped moving and got a good look at the man I had almost directly smashed into. Carter grinned back at me, dripping with sweat, shirtless and with earbuds in his ears.

He cocked his head and took the buds from his ears. He wore only a pair of gray running shorts and had his shirt casually tossed onto a nearby bench. His ripped body was covered in tattoos and dripping with sweat, and he was breathing heavily like he just finished a workout. I tired not to stare at him but I couldn’t help myself. There was a reason that Carter was such a notorious playboy: the man was absolutely gorgeous.

I felt excitement pooling between my legs the second I got a good look at his chiseled chest, and I hated myself for it. I didn’t want to be some vapid, boring girl that got all wet at the first glimpse of some half-naked, sweaty bad boy, but my god, he was too gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself.

“There you are,” he said. “I’m glad I almost bumped into you.”

“I was just looking around,” I said.

“How’s the room?”

“It’s not a room. It’s an entire house.”

He grinned at me. “I told you I’d give you an entire wing.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“I want you to be comfortable.” He shrugged. “I know you hate this arrangement, so I want to do my best to ease that for you.”

“That’s actually nice of you,” I said, surprised.

“Despite what you may think, I am very fond of your mother. I want her to be happy, and you to be happy, even if this marriage thing isn’t for real.”

“Well, thanks, Carter.”

“How are you finding the place so far?”

“It’s big.”

“Huge, right?”

“Absolutely huge.”

He nodded, smiling devilishly. “I know it’s a little absurd. I just can’t help it. Do you think it’s too big?”

“I guess there’s no such thing as too big.”

The smile got larger and I was starting to think we weren’t talking about his home anymore.

“I’d love to show you around if you’re not busy,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that.”

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