Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
All of my husband’s staff know not to touch his things with bare hands or alter the position of his belongings without prior notice. Naturally, I’m the exception to all rules. He’s fully aware that if he asks me not to do something, I’d do it just out of spite.
But even I know not to provoke him when it comes to a condition he has no control over. And while I love messing with him, I also respect limits and try not to aggravate him on that side anymore.
Look at me being all mature and shit.
“Where’s Alan?” I ask.
“Day off. His wedding anniversary.”
“Aw, that’s so cute. I’ll prepare his wife a belated gift tomorrow.”
He nods but says nothing. I swear Leo and Sam were personally trained by Eli to keep conversations to a bare minimum.
I powder my face and redo my lipstick. “So what’s this dinner about?”
“Have you tried asking him?”
“Yeah, and he said it’s a business dinner with some important investor who’s bringing his wife, and, therefore, it’s only tactical for me to join. He told me to keep my mouth shut, talk fashion with the woman, and behave. To which I said I can’t keep my mouth shut and talk fashion at the same time. He needed to provide more comprehensible instructions.”
I swear the corner of Leo’s mouth pulls in a smile before he schools it.
“You also think it’s funny, right?”
“I think nothing.”
“Come on, you must believe him to be absurd at times.”
He shakes his head once.
“You’re no fun.” I sigh as I slide the lipstick into my bag. “So any further information I should know about this Mr. and Mrs.…”
“Meyers. Robert and Janet Meyers.”
“Right. Them.”
“Can you try not to say the wrong names, for starters?”
“Don’t be silly. Rory and Jennifer Maybech. I definitely remember them.”
He glances at me with confusion and thoughts on how to subdue me without killing me.
“I was kidding.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Robert and Janet Meyers. I’m not that thick.”
He seems to question that internally as he focuses back on the road. “Robert is in his mid-thirties and the sole heir of his family’s long-standing business. They have cash to spare and Boss needs to make sure it goes to King Enterprises’ recent project. It’'s the only way for his father to bring him back to said project.”
“Why did Uncle Aiden remove him in the first place?”
“Lack of seriousness.”
I snort. “Eli kind of worships money and is a certified workaholic, so I find that hard to believe.”
“He walked out of an important meeting with no reason.”
“I’m sure he had one.”
“Yeah. Your impromptu visit to Remi.”
My lips part. “He…he left just for that?”
He nods once.
“Why didn’t you stop him?”
“You believe he can be stopped when it comes to you?”
I’m starting to think the answer is a resounding no.
Worse, I have no idea what to feel about the fact that I’m the reason he’s in a tough situation with his father and lost a project I’ve often heard him discuss with Leo.
I’d like to think it’s not my fault that he walked out due to a stupid reason like my attempt to provoke him, but it still nags at me.
Leo pulls up at the Ritz and my door opens as soon as the car comes to a halt.
I should be used to the view that greets me by now, but despite the time I’ve spent in this man’s company, the sight of him never fails to confiscate my breath.
Tall and elegant in a tailored black suit, and looking mouthwateringly alluring by just standing there.
He narrows his eyes as I step out of the car, careful not to trip and accidentally end up in his arms.
I blame my addiction to his touch and how viciously familiar I am with those big, veiny hands that he slips behind my back and then presses against my hip.
It’s suicidal to feel safe in his arms, completely illogical to recognize his warmth and scent as my home, and yet I can’t chase away those emotions.
If anything, the signs of withdrawal I felt for the entire day slowly disappear as his god-like presence fills up my surroundings, blinding me to everything else.
“Is there a reason you’re riding in the front seat?” His nonchalant voice carries in the air like a sinful promise.
It’s unfair that he makes everything seem sexual in nature. I blame his voice. Superior genes and all that.
“Leo and I are friends.” I wave at him. “See you later, Leo!”
The man briefly closes his eyes before he nods and drives away.
“Stop calling him that.” Eli’s tone turns clipped as he guides me through the entrance.
“I’m confused. His name is Leo. You know, it’s short for Leonardo.”
“I know what Leo is, and you will not call him that again. He’s Henderson.”
“Meh. I told you that’s too impersonal. I prefer treating people like actual humans instead of disposables.”