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“OH MY GOD,” Payton cries stiffening in my arms.
I turn and find a young woman standing behind us, her mouth aghast, but there is a delight in her eyes.
“Fuck. Get out,” I tell her, covering Payton.
“Oh god. Please don’t say anything,” Payton cries.
I glance back again and find the woman smiling in what can only be described as an evil grin. She pulls the door closed and disappears.
I quickly pull my cock out and put it back in my pants. “Who was that?”
She straightens her panties and dress as tears fall down her face. “Karen. She’s Alexandra’s PA.”
“Damn it. Will she tell her?”
“Yes! She hates me. Oh god, Knox. What have you done?” she cries. “I’ve just lost my job.”
I stare at her as the consequences start to sink in.
Then I blink.
Payton is worried about her job? Doesn’t she realize the bigger implications here? I could get her another job, but if Alexandra rings my father, there goes my god damn future.
He will never trust me again.
My entire family will find out, and what kind of shame will that be to live with?
This was my entire purpose in life.
There’s no other billion-dollar empire for me to run. To own. To continue on for our family. To protect my brothers’ futures.
My future.
Jesus.
“Forget your job. I’ll sort this.” I walk to the window where I see Karen talking to Alexandra.
She turns to the building and heads our way, lifting her phone to her ear.
God damn it.
“Fuck.” I wipe my hand down my face.
“Forget my job? Are you insane?” Payton yells. “I told you I’d get fired, and you didn’t listen. God, you are so selfish.”
“Selfish? Jesus, Payton. I am in line to run a multi-billion-dollar company. My inheritance. Do you have any idea how huge this is? This isn’t just about you. Jesus Christ, I can get you another job.”
“I don’t want... it’s not about that. I told you what was at stake, but oh no. Mr. I own your pussy even though I won’t take any responsibilities for the consequences couldn’t handle some guy flirting with me.”
I point outside. “He had his hands on your ass.”
“My ass. Not yours,” she snaps. “I am not your girlfriend.”
I press my lips together.
No, she isn’t, but I came here to see if that could change. I don’t know how, but I wanted to open a dialogue.
I was going to tell her how I felt.
