My cock has been hard ever since she left my office earlier. I have wanted her for too long. I’ve been telling myself I was over it, but obviously, I wasn’t.
I’ve been sitting here imagining her walking back in and stripping naked for me again, lying on my desk, her legs spread wide with my head between her thighs. And now here she is in a bathing suit. But it’s not for me. No, it’s for other men. Ones who will pay for a touch. A kiss. A fuck. How far will she let them go? I guess that depends on how much money they offer her.
And it’s not like I care. She’s not mine. Never has been and sure as hell isn’t now.
My door swings open, and Bones enters. I never see him this much in a week, let alone in the same day. He must be restless. He walks over to my desk, picks up the remote, and presses the button to close my curtains.
I exit out of my emails and sit back in my seat. “If I haven’t seen you out in the daylight, I would swear you are allergic to the sun.”
He drops the remote and falls into the seat across from me and runs a hand down his face. “I was just informed that George boarded a private jet for Paris.”
“Wonder why Paris?”
He shrugs. “He’ll come back. He has unfinished business.”
“Emilee.”
“Her mother.” He places his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “I did a little research. Divorce papers were filed two years ago between Nick and his wife. But that’s not all I found.”
I hold my hands out wide, gesturing for him to tell me. I’m not one for guessing games.
“Marriage license.”
I frown. “They married a second time?”
He shakes his head. “George and Nancy married. Three months ago.”
I run a hand down my face. “That doesn’t add up. Emilee told us he was blackmailing her for sex in order to pay for her mother’s health care. If he’s her wife, then he’s got her under his policy.”
“He lied to her.” He agrees.
“But why?”
He shrugs. “As bad as this sounds, he could have forced his way onto her, but he wanted her to give it up willingly. Why?”
“Lawsuit?” I offer. “Consensual sex with his stepdaughter is a much better headline than girl cries rape.”
“True.” He sits back. “Maybe we’re thinking of this the wrong way.”
“What do you mean?”
“What if he did this knowing that it was going to get out? He wants Nancy to find out what they did.”
“But is there any proof of their sexual relations?” I ask. “Did he record it?” The thought makes my stomach roil. If something like that is leaked to the press or online, it would make him look like a god and Em look like a slut.
“Not that I know of. But we weren’t there.” He sighs. “I think the only thing that’s for certain is that he didn’t expect us to show up. We’ve spooked him. Put whatever plan he had with Emilee on hold.”
“What about Nancy?”
“What about her?”
“I can’t see him leaving her behind. Emilee said she didn’t have much longer.”
He shrugs. “After everything I’ve found, I know he didn’t marry her for love. I doubt he cares if she dies while he’s gone. Plus, once she’s dead, he’s entitled to what Nick left her.”
“But it didn’t sound like he left her much. Em, said it all went to George. That’s what we need to get our hands on. His wills.”
He stands from the chair. “I’m already on it. I’ll let you know the moment I do.”
The office phone rings, and I hold my finger up to my lips as I place whoever it is on speakerphone. “Hello?”
“Titan!” The man sings my name. “How are you?”
“Good. It’s been a while, Jacob.”
“Yes. Yes,” he agrees. “I’m flying in tomorrow, and I need a girl.”
“What type of event?” I ask, logging into my computer.
“Dinner.”
“I have just the one for you.” I pull up Jasmine’s file. Jacob loves the outspoken kind. The ones that stand out. Her current red hair and over-the-top attitude are just that.
“I want something different for this dinner. She needs to be quiet. Sit there and just look pretty. It’s a business meeting, not a social event.”
I exit out of Jasmine’s file, and I pull up a girl by the name of Macey. “I have …”
“I want Emilee.”
My fingers pause over the keys. “Sir?”
“I just saw her picture. She’s new, right? I want her.”
I look up at Bones, and he arches a brow at me.
“Is that a problem, Titan?” Jacob asks at my pause.
“No.” I clear my throat. “Not a problem at all. I will notify her and send you the pickup instructions.”
Click.
Bones smirks but says nothing as he exits my office.
Prick.
EMILEE
“Thank you,” I tell my cab driver who drops me off outside of Kingdom. I walk up the fifteen stairs to the back entrance.