Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Because you were easy. I studied you-you know.” She sneered before studying her nails, failing at trying to give off an air of indifference. Since she’d done such a fine job of fooling me before, I was more attuned to her every move now.
That’s why I was able to see the slight tremble in her limbs, and the way her eyes moved around like a cornered ferret. If she was trying to get a rise out of me she failed. “You’re right, I was easy. But that’s mostly because I found more interest in my business dealings than you or any relationship we may have had.” I could see that last hurt her vanity.
“So, what now?” I looked at her and felt sick. Had I really been about to ask this to marry me? My body went cold at the thought but then I remembered what I had at home waiting for me and didn’t feel so bad after all.
“Now, you get the hell out of my life. You forget you ever knew me, and you don’t ever come near me again. If you so much as look in my direction after today, I will make you regret the day you ever set your sights on me.” I’d already told her that I had someone looking into her past and what the hell it was she was up to. And the fact that my threat to call the cops had kept her here only solidified my belief that she was doing more than scalping men who had more money than sense.
This was only the beginning. I hadn’t told her the half of what I’d uncovered so far, I didn’t want her to run, not yet. I wanted her to think that she’d covered her tracks so well that there was no way I could expose her. Little did she know, that with my resources and drive, there wasn’t any place she could hide.
I opened the door and ushered her out watching until she hopped on the elevator. I’d kept my anger well hidden, not wanting to show my hand too soon. This phase of the game was more for Ashley than myself. She wanted Jen out of my life yesterday, which I understood. Had she not been in the picture I might have strung her along a little more until it was time to pounce.
But I had to get her out of my life and though I could’ve come up with a million excuses for it, I wanted to make her sweat. I wanted her worrying, looking over her shoulder very second of every day, wondering when I’d finally have the last nail for her coffin.
I closed up the office and made my way downstairs to remind building security that she was not allowed on the premises again. I’d left my driver slash bodyguard at home with Ash so I had to make the one- hour drive home myself. My phone rang just as I slipped into the driver’s seat.
“It’s done baby stop worrying. I’ll be home soon, no talking and driving remember?” She sighed and huffed before hanging up without a word, which made me chuckle. That felt good around the lump of anger that was lodged in my throat.
The real reason I didn’t want to talk to her at the moment was that I needed the time between here and home to defuse the anger that I’d been biting back for the past week. I didn’t know that I’d have this strong of a reaction once I confronted Jen. After all, things hadn’t progressed much past a few kisses on the couch. Thank fuck I hadn’t made the colossal mistake of proposing and like she’d said, I never really gave her anything more than a few trinkets that though not cheap were nothing to get hot under the collar about.
But it was the idea that she’d almost got one over on me that stuck in my craw. The fact that someone I hadn’t known existed had taken the time to study me, to then come after me. It was diabolical and in this day where life seemed to mean next to nothing to most, fucking scary.
One good thing about getting her out of my life was the freedom to move ahead with Ashley. I was sure there would be a lot of questions on everyone’s lips, but she claimed not to care and I had even less care than that so we were set. All that was left was to break the news to her parents, because even though she was eighteen, they were still a huge part of her life.
I didn’t tell her, but I was a little worried about that shit getting back to her aunt so soon, before I’d learned all I needed to. But it couldn’t be helped. Her mom wasn’t going to believe her story about being at a friend’s much longer and I wasn’t about to hide. The only reason I’d given into her this time was because it made sense for now, and the more honest fact that I wanted to fuck her as often as I breathe.