Because of Sam

By J.D. Walker

Martin Wesley’s job as a CFO is very stressful. All he seems to do lately is work, with no end in sight. But one morning he answers a knock on his door and comes face to face with a social worker and a sad little girl named Samantha Wesley ... his niece. Martin is her only next of kin, and he has no idea what to do.

In steps daycare worker Ryan Gentles, who is very understanding and helpful, and Martin is beyond grateful. It doesn't hurt that the man is cute as a button, too.

With his heart pulled in two directions, Martin has to make a choice: continue to be a pawn in his company's games or find a new purpose by taking care of his niece, quitting his job, and reaching out for a love he never thought possible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Mar 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781634868099

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Because of Sam

By J.D. Walker

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Copyright 2019 J.D. Walker

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Because of Sam

By J.D. Walker

This file isn’t the one I asked for.

Willard! I yelled, already angry at the prospect of having to wait another two minutes to get something that should have been so fucking simple to find. It defied the imagination.

Yes, sir? the timid little man said when he entered my office.

Did I, or did I not ask for the Templeton file?

He swallowed. You did, Mr. Wesley.

"Then, why do I have the Temperton file on my desk?" I roared. One of my eyelids twitched, and a vein throbbed on my forehead.

Willard trembled. I’m sorry, sir. Must have been a slip of the fingers. Won’t happen again.

It better not, I said, growling at him. I picked up the folder and shoved it at him. You have two minutes to get me that file…or you’re fired.

Without responding, Willard scurried away to get me what I should have received the first time. Why did I put up with mediocrity? The man had so much potential.

By five o’clock that evening, I’d shouted at two more people, had a frustrating meeting with the CEO, and realized I’d have to work straight through the night to meet my deadline. Again.

Fuck.

At two o’clock in the morning, I was finally finished. Completely exhausted, the prospect of a warm bed was the only thing keeping me on my feet. I waved to the security officer, Donald, as I headed to the parking deck.

Five minutes later, I was on my way home. As I drove, I yawned, cracking my face wide open. I’d been doing late nights and seven-day-a-week shifts for so long that I’d forgotten what it was like not to be this way. I scratched my cheek, fingers grazing stubble and the scars my father had given me one night when he was totally wasted, three sheets to the wind, and in a towering rage. I’d never forget that incident.

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"You fucking cunt!"