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Cyrus
“Fuck!”
I pound my fist against the door after I slam it behind her. The last thing I fucking need is her thinking she has the upper hand.
I could see the fear in her eyes as I stood over her, but the second I felt her perky little ass pressed against my cock, I knew I couldn’t keep my composure. It’s one thing to fantasize what it would feel like to hold her body against me; it’s a whole other situation now knowing what her taut body feels like in my hands.
My cock throbs in my slacks, straining against my zipper… begging for release. I glance around the dark office, contemplating for a brief second if I could rub one out before heading back to the office but decide against it.
I grab my coat as I call my secretary and head out to my car.
“Abigail, give Lisa Wade’s office a call and get a meeting set up at my office tomorrow with her and Miss James, please.”
I throw the car in gear, gunning it out of the parking lot. Clearly, me playing indifferent to Presley didn’t scare her enough and now she’s well aware of the effect she has on me. I need to regain the power dynamic in this relationship. Time to up the ante and show her exactly the kind of man I am.
* * *
“Apart from the request to keep the current board, are there any other new requirements I can expect moving forward?”
I don’t attempt to hide my frustration with Ken Pike, the CEO of Meridian.
“None that we foresee.” He glances between his lawyer on his right side and his CFO on the left.
“Great. So, per our agreement, your current board will stay on and it will be written into the contract. Are there any other concerns you gentlemen want to address with me at this time?” I smile—it’s not genuine in the slightest. What I want is to tell them to go fuck themselves, but Terry and Nelson are staring daggers at me right now.
“Cyrus,” Ken says in that self-righteous, condescending tone of his. “You have to understand, as men, we understand your way of life. There’s no judgment from any of us. It’s nothing personal; it’s our consumer.”
Does this motherfucker think I give a rat’s ass if he or his cronies judge me? Does he not realize what I know about him and his proclivities for stepping out on his wife with professionals?
“Of course not, Ken. I understand. Meridian has an image to uphold and that’s just as important as any part of this deal, if not more important. The last thing I want to do is damage your image in this deal. As long as we are in honest communication about expectations and there’s no hidden agenda, this will all be a piece of cake.”
I can’t tell if Ken is picking up on my not-so-subtle threats. It’s my nice way of saying, if you even think about fucking me over on this deal again, I’ll air all your dirty laundry and still walk away with your company.
“Excellent. Gentlemen,” he says, standing up and shaking my hand, “as always, thank you for your time and I really am excited to get things moving forward again on this deal.”
The moment they leave the boardroom, Nelson turns to me.
“Would it kill you to not subtly threaten them every time we have a meeting?”
“Yes, Nelson, it would,” I say, making my way back toward my office with him hot on my heels.
“I’m just saying that maybe you could play ni?—”
I stop and turn around to face him, instant anger pulsing through my veins. “Play nice? Is that what you’re going to say?”
“Well, yes,” he chokes out.
“No. No, I can’t play nice, Nelson, because they’re not. If they want to play hardball, I’ll come out with both barrels blazing because when you’re soft, like I was thanks to you on this deal and you concede anything, they always come back asking for more. I guarantee you that because we said yes to keeping their board of directors, they’re already scheming what else they can keep in this deal.”
“So, what? You’re willing to lose it? After everything we’ve done? After all the goddamn hard work I’ve done on this deal?”
“Relax, Nelson. We aren’t going to lose the deal,” I say, reaching out and placing my hand on his shoulder. “But yes, I’d be willing to walk away before I’d let them strong-arm me into something I don’t want to do. I know you’re working hard on this deal and trust me, you’ll be rewarded when it goes through, but in the meantime, let me play hardball with them.”
I give him a gentle slap on the back just as the elevator doors open, revealing Lisa and Presley.
“Cyrus.” Lisa smiles at me, then Nelson. “Nelson, how are you?” She gives him an air-kiss.
“Stressed,” he says, shaking his head.
