Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He smiles and steps around the side of the desk, placing his hands on my hips and lifting me off my feet and swiftly planting me down on the chair next to my desk. Leaning on the armrests, inches from my face, he says with a growl, “One day I’d love to see your lips wrapped around my cock, but it’s not because you owe us money. If you mention it like that again, I’ll burn this place down, strangle your father, and then fuck that mouth of yours because I can.”
“He’s my stepfather.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, he smiles and stands straight. “Good. His time stealing air is getting ever closer to ending. Since you just qualified your relationship, I’m guessing that he did that to you,” he says, pointing to my arm.
“I suppose you’re as smart as you look,” I say, using his words against him.
“That’s what I’m told. Now, be a good girl and sit to the side. I really need to focus.” As condescending as he sounds, I can tell that he’s absolutely serious. He can’t concentrate with me in his line of sight, so I do as I’m told, adjusting my chair. After all, I’d just come to the realization that I was fucked before he walked in, and not in the way I want.
Just maybe I want to be fucked by him.
Chapter Five
Niccolò
I read over the reports and want to kill the bastard. He has thoroughly screwed her to make sure that if the ship sinks, she’s the only one liable for it. Shit, they need to teach more important shit in high school, so young people don’t end up fucked. They don’t need to know about fucking parallelograms when they can’t handle legal documents.
See, on top of our loan, she has a loan for double the amount with Bank of America. I wonder if she’s even aware of the matter. “Sweetheart, besides this loan that he put under your name with us, there’s this one here. Did you know about this?”
“This I remember signing up for. I was told that we didn’t get it but that he got us another, and that I didn’t have to sign any more documents.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Holy fuck. My temper is going up to the point I might ignite this shit without a match.
I take several more calming breaths so I can speak without being a total asshole because she could have Googled some of this shit before agreeing. She gave him power of attorney for the loan documents which is a massive fuck up that I’m sure she’s not even aware of making. “No, Ivy. That’s not how any of this works. Banks would rather kill a hundred trees before they write on another bank’s documents. In fact, I’m wondering if there are more debts under your name that you’re not aware of.”
“Wouldn’t my credit report show that?” She asks a reasonable question.
“Yes, but like ours, it was done under the table.” Her face turns pale, and I feel like a heel. I’m supposed to be protecting this woman with my life and I’m making matters worse. I need to check my condescension and arrogance at the door. Not everyone is as well versed in finances.
“Oh my goodness. Will there be other people out to kill me for the money?” Her legitimate fear angers me. “What does your brother look like?”
“What is with mentioning my brother? He’s married to that woman that you saw me talking to the other day.” I’m trying not to get pissed off because I’ve never wanted to punch my brother in the face so badly.
“Aria, the beautiful woman that I envy?” Can’t Ivy see how stunning she is? To me she’s perfection and my sister-in-law can’t compare.
“Yes, but I think you’re even more beautiful so you have nothing to be envious of when it comes to her. As for my brother’s appearance, he looks like me, just slightly taller with different colored eyes.”
“Wow, okay.” She pales, clinging onto the edge of her chair. The tension in her body insanely visible.
“What’s going on?”
Her voice is so soft I almost don’t hear her speak. “He does have another debt out. I don’t know who the guy was, but I have a week to get his money or he’s going to take out payments with me.” She doesn’t need to explain, and I’m going to find this fuck and put a bullet in his brain for even suggesting that he had the right to touch my woman.
“Not if I have a say, which I do. Besides, I’m going to handle this son of a bitch.” I can’t simmer down the anger in the pit of my stomach. It festers with violent need to exact revenge on anyone that crosses Ivy or me.