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But I’ll make it my way.
“I changed the agreement.”
“You can’t do that. And why two? It’s a fucking weird number.”
“Oh, but I can. You see, it’s you who owes me now, and I like to have you owing me.” I smile at her and turn to toward the door. “And I can choose one, two, or twelve times because I’m the one making up the agreement. Get dressed.”
I immediately regret only saying one time for the sex. I know the moment I have her, I won’t be able to get enough of her, but for some reason, it sounded good at the time because it was stretching past this ever only being a one-night thing.
“No,” she says, smiling.
“Well, I guess you’re sleeping in here tonight, then, aren’t you? Because I won’t let you out.”
“My men have seen me naked. Not that my body is of any interest to you,” she says as she reaches for her bra.
“Yeah, you’ll need to stop that. If I find out you so much as let one of them touch you again, I’ll stop shipments.” I smile at her. And I’ll do so much worse too. She’ll have to find replacements for her men because the current ones will be in body bags.
“You couldn’t. We’ve had shipments for over ten years. We have a standing relationship…” She doesn’t finish as I smirk.
“With me?” I finish for her.
She scrunches up her nose, then reaches for her dress and slides it on. To say I’m disappointed to see her cover back up is an understatement. But I’ll let it go.
When she’s fully dressed, I open the door to find one of her men standing there while the other walks up behind him.
“If either of you so much as touch her inappropriately, I’ll have you both killed.” They eye me and then look back at Anya.
“My men don’t take orders from you,” she says as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Well, they better learn really quick. Or I’ll send pieces of them back to you.” I push past them and hear them speak, but I make no move to stop.
Now, I have to somehow come up with a work date—a date that won’t scare her.
I have a feeling normalcy is something she would be very scared of.
And I’m willing to go to extraordinary lengths for this woman.
CHAPTER 13
Anya
How dare he? Who does he think he is?
I spend the next two days wanting to be fucked, and my nerves are shot because I need a release. And he teased me. I am not a woman who takes to teasing, yet I let him do just that.
It makes me so fucking mad.
How did I not know he was the supplier, and why did he not tell me when he first arrived?
I crack my neck from side to side, looking over the final documentation in one of my offices; this one is in central Manhattan, and it’s a particular favorite of mine. Consider it a front, if you will, for our many businesses. Usually, Alek would be standing behind me, but instead, I have Clay and Vance. The powerful man sitting across from me remains quiet as I sign off on the last piece of paperwork while we wait for the second man to arrive.
When I look up, Dawson is first to speak. “It’s been a while,” he says, looking around at the new painting I’ve hung. The room is simplistic, with dark wooden tones. He’s seated on a black leather chair on the other side of my desk, and I’m sitting on what one might describe as a gold throne. Call me dramatic, but I like a power play.
And after the run-in I had with River, I intend to gain every bit of my power and dignity back. I didn’t take him seriously before, but now I have no choice.
I take a casual tone with Dawson. We aren’t friends. I tolerate him and Crue at best, as they do me, but we respect one another’s businesses and how we co-run within the city. Dawson with his virgin auctions, and Crue, being head of the Italian Mafia, for keeping the riffraff out of the territory. We all have our role to play. But River being in town changes that.
“Yes, how is your plaything? All loved up, I guess?” I ask him. Dawson is a beautiful man, a stunning fucking devil. Though, what I’ve always appreciated about him the most is his business ethics. His auctions are known worldwide, and while mine are as well, his hold a different type of power.
