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Page 44 of Pregnant By the Bratva

What does Payton see in this Charleston, South Carolina native from a large family with humble roots that are very unlike his own? Maybe he likes slumming with the press, given his role as the head of PR for Olympus International? Her gig at the Gazette doesn’t seem like a big enough draw for a power player like Payton. We think theremustbe something more he sees in her because he seems quite smitten from the photos that were sent in where he has his hands all over her while grabbing coffee at a drive-through.

Payton, thirty-five, has kept a low profile during the two years the Haute List has been operating, and as far as we know, hasn’t been linked to anyone notable since Olympus was founded ten years ago. He rarely makes our pages outside of business purposes, so it’s nice to see him getting out and having a bit of fun now that his brothers have found love and settled down with families of their own. Is that in the cards for Payton as well? We’ll be watching! Hit Like and Subscribe for all the Haute Gossip!

Fourteen

Payton

“Tell me about the blonde.” Zander accosts me when he enters the boardroom before our weekly briefing.

“Good morning to you too, asshole,” I greet with the barest hint of a smile. I’ve been here for hours, reviewing IT logs and ensuring our servers haven’t suffered any breaches or faltered in any way over the weekend while I was away.

“I know Harlowe didn’t set you up with her because she was talking mad shit all weekend about how you wouldn’t take any of her suggestions and surprised her with some mystery girlfriend out of nowhere. My wife’s obsessed with the idea you were hiding a relationship from us like it’s the plot of one of her romance novels.” He shakes his head with the dopey grin he gets whenever talking about Harlowe. “Hopefully, now thatyou’ve found your own hot piece of ass, she can go back to focusing on fucking me instead of fucking with your love life.”

I laugh and lean back in my chair, ready to start this charade for my family. “Her name is Ainsley. Didn’t you read the Atlanta Haute List yesterday? They gave a pretty good rundown of who she is, despite insinuating she’s not good enough for me.”

I was pissed when I read that. There’s no reason for a gossip site or anyone, for that matter, to think Ainsley isn’t a proper match for me, regardless of what they think of her job, family, or social standing. That’s all bullshit, anyway. All that matters is who you want to spend time with and who makes you feel good about yourself. Besides, this is all fake, but if it weren’t, Ainsley would be a top-tier choice if I ever had one. She’s perfect.

“I saw the pictures of you with your hand between her legs in the coffee drive-through, you big perv. I knew you had some kinks but didn’t realize you’d play in public, too. If Harlowe let me, I’d have my hands on her pussy any chance I got, too.”

“If you want an invite to the club, Zand, just say so. Besides, I was putting a coffee on the seat between her legs because I don't have cup holders, not feeling her up. You know how photos can look. But her thighs are fucking incredible and I love having my hands on them,” I finish with a wicked grin, selling the story. He’ll inevitably take the news back to Harlowe, and that’s who needs to believe this whole thing with Ainsley is legit. I’m planting the seeds and he’ll be the one to water them.

“Fuck yes, sign us up for a sex club, and finally, you’re getting some. How long has it been?” Zander pumps his fist in front of his gray suit pants while leaning back in his chair just as Hayes comes in, sees what's happening, androlls his eyes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. It’s Monday morning, Zander. I don’t need to see you jacking off in the boardroom. We have deals to close. Grow up and only talk about business.” Hayes sighs and settles at the head of the table as our SVPs, directors, and support staff file in to begin the meeting.

“Payton’s just filling me in on his new girlfriend. She’s hot and almost as young as your Southern belle, Hater,” Zander says to Hayes. Hayes glares at Zander, but he shoots me a questioning look as Zander finishes. “Why y’all have to go robbing the cradle to find women willing to fuck you is a question I don’t particularly want the answer to.” Zander raises his hands to ward off any vitriol from Hayes or myself at that dig.

Luca DaSilva, my SVP, settles to my right with a stack of PR and marketing briefs for me to review. I start flipping through them, trying to ignore my brothers’ conversations as Javier Montero does the same with Zander, and Diego Vallarta confers with Hayes. Our admins bustle through with coffee, more documents, and notes.

“Payton, I think it goes without saying that you better watch yourself since everything you do will be publicly scrutinized and tied to the company. We have pending deals that don’t need any bad press,” Hayes warns. I look up and meet his cold green stare and raise my eyebrows in challenge.

“I know better than anyone, and you should be all too aware of it. How many times have I cleaned up the messes you fuckers created, smoothed over the bad press for Olympus, and made sure we survived every shitstorm that came our way? Oh yeah, every single one. I think I’ll be just fine dating an intelligent, hot as hell, driven woman.”

“Payton is conveniently leaving out that his mystery woman is a journalist who’s written about Olympus and has a new story about our latest real estate project that ran this morning.She writes for a shitty community newspaper, so it’s not like anyone reads it, but their website crashed today when it went live because she’s linked to Payton, so obviously their connection is garnering some attention,” Luca interjects.

Zander's and Hayes’s heads snap my way.

I shoot Luca a look. We’re going to have a chat later. He’s supposed to have my back, but he lacks a social filter and would throw his own mother under the bus if it appealed to him. If Ainsley thought I was possibly a sociopath, she’d see all the red flags if she met Luca.

“Luca, that would have been the perfect opportunity for you to practice your interpersonal skills to enforce the bonds of our friendship by keeping silent rather than sharing that piece of information,” I say, forcing a smile.

It doesn’t matter that we’ve known each other since college and he’s one of my closest friends. The man is cold-blooded and refuses to play nice with anyone, even me. But I won’t give up on him and keep trying to train the expected niceties and social cues into him.

“A fucking journalist, really, Pay?” Hayes snarls. “Is sleeping with her worth it? Fucking hell. Even Zander in his manwhore days never hooked up with a journalist. They just want to use you.”

Zander’s nodding next to him. My patience is wearing thin. Fake or not, it’s shitty for my brothers to question my choices. I planned for it, of course, and know exactly how I’m going to approach this so it’s believable, but damn, couldn’t they just be happy for me to have found someone beautiful who challenges me that I want to spend time with, even if she’s cranky as hell and wants to put me in my place?

“Let it go. I like her and that’s all that matters. I’m going to keep seeing her and you’re going to fuck off about it. I’mperfectly capable of handling my personal life and making sure nothing messy comes of it. She signed an NDA, which is more than I can say for either of you fuckers and your relationships.” I give them both pointed looks and their alpha posturing noticeably deflates. Yeah, that’ll shut them up and give them the impression I’m falling hard and fast for Ainsley. “How about we get back to work and keep my dating life off the table?”

Our support staff are conspicuously silent, keeping their attention on reports as my brothers and I hold our stares across the boardroom table until they both acquiesce and nod. It’s not uncommon for our personal lives to be brought up and discussed, given how tightly our family is tied to the company and how often that reflects on the business. We’re the Olympus brand. What we do publicly will always end up in the boardroom, which is why they’re so worried.

“Let’s talk next steps. Now that we’ve released details about our move into real estate development, we’re going to start on our rollout plan. We’ll be moving forward on contracts for the lots and land we’ve been in negotiations for and start pushing construction timelines for the luxury high-rises as well as the arena and entertainment complex.”

I start the conversation and allow the proper teams to take over with details of the projects. Real estate development is a new venture for Olympus but one we’ve gone all in on.

As the meeting drags on, I find my thoughts drifting back to Ainsley, wondering if she’s in the office or if she works remotely, and if she’s thinking of me or doesn't care. I want to text her, but if I do, I won’t be able to stop, and I need to focus on work where I have to manage a million things at once and put out fires left and right without having my head wrapped around her tight little body and that sassy mouth I’m already imagining taking my cock. I shift covertly in my chair to adjustas my dick rubs against the zipper of my pants, ensuring no one else catches me growing hard during a damn Monday meeting because I’m thinking of Ainsley’s bratty attitude she gives so well and her plump pink lips wrapped around me. That woman is begging to surrender her control and is desperate for someone to take care of her every need despite how tightly she holds on.

Realizing she’d respond at the lake brought something out of me I hadn’t expected when we started. Sure, she’s convenient for this arrangement, but there was no expectation I could play with her in a Dom/sub way. Now that I know she’s responsive in a way I’m completely comfortable exploring with her—even if she’s only just realizing it’s something she needs—I can’t wait to get my hands on her. Oh, the things I’ll do to show her how good giving up control will be. Ainsley will inevitably end up calling me Daddy after how she reacted when I called her my beautiful little fucktoy and cumslut. There was no mistaking how she pressed her hips against me and her eyes glazed over even as her mouth popped open in shock. She wanted all my filthy promises, and I’ll more than deliver.


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