Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Of course.” I put my phone on speaker and hear the rustle of the sheets behind me, wanting to see Cadence’s eyes when she wakes up. Even if it’s not the way I’d like to be waking her up, she deserves to know what’s going on.
I turn around, planting one foot on the ground, the other on top of my knee, watching as Cadence comes awake, confused at first until she sees I’m in the room with her. “Santiago, what’s wrong?” She sits up in bed, hair a wavy mess, lips bee stung from a mix of us kissing and her wrapping those pretty lips around my cock.
“Come here, cariño. You’re going to want to hear this for yourself. There’s a shirt on your nightstand. Slide it on for me.” While I was in the bathroom grabbing my phone, I made sure to place it there in case I didn’t make it back in here in time when she woke from her nap.
“Okay.” She drops the sheet, eyes staying locked on mine as she reaches for the shirt. My eyes go from her beautiful face to the full globe of her tits, my mouth watering with the thought of tasting them once again, feeling her pussy ripple and suck around my cock with every pull from my mouth. I groan when the shirt drops over her head, obscuring my view of her body. “Tell me what’s going on now?”
“I went through your contract after talking to my brother. Something wasn’t adding up with what you said. I’m now on the phone with Rachel.” I don’t make it any further before we hear, “Mr. Martinez, are you there?”
“Cadence and myself both are,” I respond. Cadence moves closer until she’s sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed, wringing her hands together in nervousness.
“It seems our wires have been crossed—”
I interrupt her. “You think. What I want to know is how you’re going to rectify this and make sure this doesn’t happen to another person in the future.”
“I’m sure we can come to a mutual understanding. I see the other Mr. Martinez released the funds. I’ll transfer the same amount for this little snafu.” Rachel thinks a measly twenty thousand will smooth things over.
“No, that won’t do. I’ll have my lawyers be in touch if you think so little of selling someone’s body, unwillingly.” Cadence hand goes to mine, squeezing it tightly. My eyes are on her. She’s nodding a yes, but I’m not on board with that. It’s too measly of a number, especially if she was hoping to get more than that to start her own business.
“I see. Well, I’d rather this not get out. So, I’ll agree to a hundred thousand, final offer. NDAs will need to be involved for all three of us. If you’ll give me your email address, we’ll get this taken care of today.” Just as I suspected—a prominent name, not backing down from her piddly little offer, and staying firm lead the way.
“That will do. I expect the money will be transferred as soon as the NDAs are signed and for you to make good on your promise to make sure this never happens again, because if I catch wind of it, I’ll shut you down, for good.” I make the threat, we say our goodbyes, and I hit the end button, somehow managing not to crush my phone.
TWENTY-TWO
Cadence
“Santiago, you really didn’t have to do all of this for me,” I tell him once the phone call is over, feeling like another pinch-me moment is on the horizon. Never in my life has someone gone to bat for me. I mean besides my parents, but that’s a given, and while yes, I have Hendrix as the best cousin ever, she lives in another state, which doesn’t help.
“Yes, I did. You’re not pissed enough for yourself, so I’ll be pissed for the both of us. I would have pushed for more money. Starting a business costs money. And shit, if you need more than what Rachel is willing to give, I’ll help you.” Did he just say what I think he said?
“No way. You’ve helped enough. Honestly, you took care of that, and while I should be pissed as hell you went through my phone, I’m not. I know you did this out of the goodness of your heart, being in my corner. That’s a lot of money, more than I was even going to need to get started. Add that to my nest egg, and I can afford to quit my job at the medical office.” Santiago is about to say something, and since he’s made it a point to help me in this aspect, I need to make something clear as well. “And you don’t need to say a word to anyone or do anything regarding that. I’m going to put my two weeks in. Hopefully, they fire me on the spot. Which they’ll probably do, judging by what I’ve seen in the past, and that’s okay. I’m ready to grab my future, look ahead instead of behind.”