“I understand that you’ve been seeing someone.” The way he said “someone” indicated he knew damn well that she was seeing two people, not one.
“Daddy, I—”
He raised his hand up and looked away from her as if he couldn’t look at her.
“It ends now. You will not see them again. I’m leaning toward selling the company to Marvin McShay.”
“No. Don’t tell me that. I want the company. Put it in my name. I’m your daughter, not him.”
She was so angry with her father. How could he be so callous to her? Didn’t he ever really love her? Was it because he was ashamed of her now, for being with two men? Ménage relationships were everywhere. They were rare, but they were special. Did he think that what she had between herself, Cash, and Zane was just kinky sex?
“I can’t believe that you would do this to me.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“The deal will be done in a matter of days. You will leave this weekend with Marvin. You’ll marry him, and together you can run the company. It’s his choice as to how much of a share in stocks he’ll give you.”
“What? Are you kidding me? You can’t be serious.”
He stared at her. There was no emotion. Nothing. “I’m dead serious. Do as I say. Marvin will meet you at the office, and discuss the details.”
“Go to hell, Dad! I will not marry a man I don’t love, never mind one who only wants my money. I hate you.” She stormed from the house.
As she got behind the wheel of her Porsche, she felt the tears stream down her face. She couldn’t believe him. How could he ask this of her? He didn’t even give her a chance to tell him about how much she loved Cash and Zane. It was like he didn’t want to even give her an opportunity. Why was he being so closed and unemotional with her? He did love her. He’d shown her love while Mom was around, but the last few weeks, he’d been different.
The last few weeks he had been different. The last few weeks. Marvin was coming on to me strong. He asked me out at the party a few weeks back.
She thought about it, and it hit her. Marvin had a hand in this. Marvin had something against her father, or some information maybe to force his hand. She hit the Bluetooth and called Zane and Cash’s office.
“Stacy, it’s Chiara.”
“Oh hi, Chiara. How are you, honey? Thank you for getting me those special lobsters I love. They were delicious last night for dinner. The hubbies loved them,” Stacy said. She smiled. Stacy, their assistant, was so nice, and she was married to two men. She told Chiara that she could ask her anything she wanted to about ménage relationships.
“I’m glad you all enjoyed them. Is Cash or maybe Zane there? I need to speak with them.”
“They’re in a meeting. I can probably buzz in. Is everything all right?”
Damn, I want them to know what’s going on here.
“That’s okay. I’ll call back later. Could you maybe give them a message for me? Please let them know that I’m headed to work. I have a showdown with Marvin, and if they could pick me up for lunch, it would be ideal.”
“Sounds intriguing. Do you need them sooner, or can you handle this Marvin character?” Stacy asked and Chiara chuckled. The woman was as smart as a whip.
“I can handle that slimy little weasel. I’ll be ready for them by 12:30. Thank you.”
Chiara said good-bye and then disconnected the call. Now how was she going to question Marvin? Should I pretend to have obeyed my father’s orders to marry Marvin and lay on the charm, or should I grab the slimy fucking weasel by his throat and force him to spill the beans or lose his jewels? Hmmm.
* * * *
Chiara leaned against her desk as Marvin entered her office. He closed the door, and had a huge smile on his face. He looked her over, and she was glad she dressed to see her men. Her blouse was one button away from showing her abundant cleavage and fancy lace bra. Her long, slim-fitting pencil skirt hugged her ass and thighs perfectly, and the high heels just added to her sexy, stylish look. She wore her pearls around her neck, and she pulled her glasses off as he walked in.
“Marvin. What are you doing here?” she asked, making herself sound breathless.
“I was looking for you.” He prowled toward her.
She swallowed hard, in pretend of course. Her nails and fists were ready for this little prick.
“You were late getting to work this morning. It’s nearly lunchtime.”
“Yes, well, I had a meeting with Daddy. It seems he’s been making some decisions lately.”