Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(14)

Just freaking great.

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God, he was bored out of his fucking mind.

Every day was the same. He got up, ran on the treadmill, worked out as he thought about the depressing day ahead of him, and came up with a bullshit list to keep his assistant busy and out of his way so that he could be miserable in peace. He took calls, checked on jobs, made sure that no one was fucking him over, strolled the short perimeter around his house, swam laps, played video games until he thought he’d lose his fucking mind and then did it all over again the next day.

Fifteen down, and only three hundred and fifty days to go, Hunter thought with a sigh as he finished off the surprisingly delicious hot dog that his assistant had been so kind to leave for him. He washed it down with the Coke as he sat there, staring at the pool, unable to help but wonder how he was going to make it through another day of bullshit. He just needed—

To kill whoever was ringing his fucking doorbell.

He might be bored out of his fucking mind, but that didn’t mean that he was in the mood to deal with anyone’s bullshit today. Cursing, he stormed over to the door, ripped it open, and-

“Good morning, Mr. O’Mallery,” the smiling woman standing on his doorstep said brightly. “How are you doing today?” she asked, cocking her head to the side as though she was studying him. When he didn’t answer her, she continued staring at him, head cocked to the side, smile wide and somewhat insane.

“I’m so excited to get to know you, Mr. O’Mallery, and I can’t wait to start our session!” she said, standing there smiling and making him wonder how much fucking crack this woman snorted.

Deciding that he’d wasted enough time on the smiling idiot, he slammed the door shut, threw the lock and decided to kill a few more brain cells in front of the television until it was time to call it a night and start this bullshit all over again tomorrow.

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“Open the fucking door, Hunter!” a very angry sounding man said, as he continued pounding on the front door while Kylie stood there, spoon in her mouth, container of fat-free plain yogurt in her hand, blinking at the front door and wondering where this fit into her job description.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Hunter!”

Should she open the door to the obviously angry man pounding his fists on the door or go upstairs, close her door and pretend that she hadn’t heard him, Kylie wondered. When he added a kick to his demands, she decided that yes, yes, she would very much like to spend the remainder of the evening holed up in her room with her fat-free plain Greek yogurt. She turned to flee when she spotted her boss coming down the stairs, which of course prompted her to turn right back around and head towards the front door.

Deciding that a stroll around the yard would be lovely at this time of night, she opened the door, noting that the large angry man that had been pounding on the door was none other than her boss’s lawyer. She moved to duck beneath his arm and make her escape when she suddenly found herself plucked off the ground and set back down in the foyer.

“You bellowed, Ryan?” her boss drawled, as she stood there, pulling the spoon out of her mouth as she tried to decide if she was needed here or not.

“I put my ass on the line for you, asshole!” Ryan snapped. “Start following the terms of your house arrest or find a new lawyer.”

“And how exactly am I ignoring the rules of this bullshit sentence that you so kindly fucked me over with?” her boss asked, sounding bored, but there was just something about the way that he was standing there watching his lawyer that told her that it would be a good time to call it a night.

“Because that fucking prick just called my office an hour ago, announcing with glee that the next time you skipped your anger management session they’d be sending you to prison. When your therapist shows up, let her in, and let her stay the whole session. I don’t care if you sit there glaring at her, just let her in.”

With that, he turned around and-

“And start doing your fucking job,” Ryan snapped at her before storming off, leaving her stunned, because she’d been doing her job.

“Fuck this,” her boss snapped, kicking the front door shut as she stood there, really hoping that he’d forgotten about her while she re-played Ryan’s words in her head, wondering if she’d missed something in her contract.

It was worth another look, Kylie decided a few seconds later when Hunter leveled a homicidal glare on her. Definitely worth another look, especially if there was a chance that she’d missed something that would save her from becoming just another statistic.





Chapter 8

“Before we start, I just have a few questions that I’d like to ask you,” the woman that never should have been allowed in his house said while Hunter sat there, glaring at the woman responsible.

“Don’t fucking care,” Hunter said absently, as he watched the small woman that he wanted to throttle as she shifted nervously in his desk chair, clearly trying to come up with an excuse to leave, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Would you be more comfortable in another room?” the therapist, who wasn’t going to last the hour, asked, as she gave Kylie another pointed look that had the little traitor perking up.

“I’d be more than happy to go somewhere else,” Kylie offered, as she quickly gathered her things, looking really fucking hopeful.