I gave him a raised eyebrow.
“I know you don’t think I’ll do it. So, we’re going to work a little deal. You hold up your end of it, and I’ll hold up mine. By the next New Year’s Eve party—you’ll be settled down with a respectable wife. No more drunken nights in Vegas banging anything with a skirt. No more theatrics, Weston.”
“And what?” I asked.
“And I don’t cut you off from your inheritance, disown you and replace you.” He returned to his leather chair.
The tips of his fingers pressed into each other forming a triangle with his hands. His face was stern but a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. He enjoyed threatening me.
“That’s less than three months away.”
“Yes, which means you should get on that.”
“Doesn’t sound like I have much choice here, father.” I grinned back at him. It’s the game we played. Grinning when we really wanted to punch each other in the stomach.
“Oh, you don’t. So, get your shit together, Weston. This is your final notice.”
He waved me away and pressed the speaker button on his desk phone. I got up to leave just as he started speaking to his assistant.
“Send in the legal committee. We’ll be drafting up a new contract for the CEO of Globelink Securities.”
“Yes, sir. They’ll be right in,” said the voice on the other end.
I opened the mahogany door to exit the office.
“Oh, and Weston.”
I sighed and turned my head to face him, keeping my hand on the doorknob.
“You do this. You really prove that you can shape up and live up to your surname. And you’ll have more than Globelink under your control one day.”
His face was serious.
“Right,” I said.
Just as I was about to step through the door, a group of nine men in immaculate suits marched past me.
“Gentleman.” My father said, welcoming them in. “We have work to do.”
Jax followed me out and shut the door behind him loudly.
* * *
“Another, Ricky.”I slid my lowball glass over to my favorite bartender, and in two seconds, he had whipped out the Johnnie Walker he served earlier and, with a flourish, poured it and sent it back to me.
Jax leaned on his elbows. His back was to the bar as he scanned the room.
“Tell me something good, J. Am I going to see any mini-you’s scanning rooms with you soon?”
Jax, always so serious, smirked and shook his head. “Figured I’d leave that to Lucy and Dray to do.”
“Yeah.” I took a sip, thinking of my sister and her now not-so-secret love affair. I guess if she had to choose anyone to fall for, a man I trusted her life with would fit the bill.
But Dominic Myles didn’t see their relationship that way. Our father just saw a problem that needed to be fixed.
And since Lucy went and got herself knocked up—he couldn’t do the same thing with her and Drayven that he did with Quinn and me.
“Andyounow, apparently,” Jax continued. His lips curved up, and I shot him the bird.