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much to
wring her neck, but she was just too much his type to truly hurt
her. If he saw her, next time he would surely strangle her, or
maybe kiss her, depending on his mood.
    Hell! No woman had ever treated him that way
before. It hurt his ego. And because he got so mad with her last
night, he had literally grabbed the first woman that made him an
offer. And that was how he’d ended up with this not-so-virgin Mary
in his bed and this raging headache.
    “Well, baby, are we gonna go for another
round?” Mary asked, her arms and legs draped over his body like an
octopus’ tentacles, sucking its favourite prey.
    Of course not, Hunter was about to
say, but before he could reply, his cell phone rang. He signaled
for the girl to stop speaking for a bit, then removing those long
tentacles of hers from his body, he sat up again and retrieved his
cell phone on the bedside table, then flicked it open.
    “Bloody hell.” Hunter let out another groan.
It was from his goddamn cousin Anton.
    AGAIN!
    Anton had been relentlessly calling him
nonstop since last night. He had to shut off his phone before he
went mad and checked himself into Cherry Farm, aka the mental
institution. Again, Anton was reminding him about the upcoming
merger meeting between his father’s company, Silverton Enterprises,
and The Bass Ltd. later this morning.
    Hunter rubbed his jaw in frustration. What
role did he play anyway? He didn’t actually have a part in the
decisions of the company. All he ever did was entertain people and
party. It was Anton who had to deal with all the merging.
    Anton had been nagging him nonstop about
work since the discussion of the merger came up. If he didn’t know
Anton any better, he would have assumed he was a woman. He’d tried
escaping a few times just so he could get some peace and quiet
(although his definition of peace and quiet usually meant
squandering women at night, doing vigorous bedroom exercises with
them), but Anton had always seemed to catch up to him.
    Flicking the phone closed again, he got up,
shuffled on his dirty clothes from last night, and made his way out
the door while saying, “Sorry, Maisy, gotta go.”
    “It’s Mary!” he heard her shriek as he
pulled the door closed.
    Hunter chuckled. God, he loved one-night
stands. Even if those women got pissed with him, he would never
have to face them again anyway. That was the beauty of it. He
didn’t have to deal with the heartbreak, heartache, or midnight
blues.
    Hunter had just one rule. Girls were like
bed sheets—best changed every night. With the world at his
fingertips, he got a chance at any girl he chose. It was like a
variety of women presented to him on a silver tray. Chuckling at
the thought, he slid into his red Ferrari, slammed the door shut,
and drove off at a dangerously high speed. He owned the road.
    Driving on the open road cleared his head a
bit. When he saw the gate to Silverton Estate, an isolated area
protected by guards all around, he swiveled the car to a brief stop
to say hello to Chase, their security guard, then slowed to park
outside the main entrance of Silverton Mansion after a further
five-minute drive in.
    Silverton Mansion was a colossal estate,
covering many thousands of hectares. There were vineyards and
orchards all around and a stream in front, boasting a scenic view
year round.
    The Silvertons owned many businesses. Under
the parent umbrella, Silverton Enterprises, founded by his father
Clinton Silverton, they owned department stores, farmlands, and
various real estate, but his father’s specialty was hotels. At the
moment, they owned one in every city of New Zealand and
Australia.
    But Hunter couldn’t understand his father’s
mind. With the amount of wealth he owned, why did his father choose
to live in New Zealand, a country that was even smaller than the
state of California? Not to mention the weather could sometimes be
temperamental too.
    Breathing a sigh of satisfaction after
having not been to Silverton