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“Hey, he’s in and out of the office this week. You should go see him.” Parker adds.

Great. While I knew Dorian would be traveling back and forth, Parker seems to know his schedule.

“Sure.”

Parker nods. “Give me a call when you’re ready. I’ll make the evening fun.”

“Thanks.”

With that he gives me a curt nod and leaves.

I listen to his footsteps until I hear the front door open and close.

My gaze snaps to the wall across from me and I feel like screaming.

Damn that man.

Dorian, you’re such a fucking asshole.

And I’m so stupid. Fuck.

The night we shared meant nothing to him.

While I’m here pinning over him, he’s out with his women.

I will not become my mother and I will not be a fool.

It was time for me to pull my head out of the clouds again and get serious. That meant going back to business.

He wouldn’t do this to me again.

Chapter 31

Dorian

Islide the Hargrove portfolio across the mahogany table toward my uncle Richard. With a proud smile, he catches it with the ease of a man used to great things falling into his lap.

But I note how proud of me. Practically the same as my father, who’s sitting next to him.

The three of us have gathered in the small meeting room to go over one of the biggest contracts we’ve landed this year. Another multimillion-dollar, curated by yours truly.

Uncle Richard is here because I thought he’d be best suited to handle the deal once it’s been signed off. The clients will be moving their business to London, which is perfect since Richard runs our equity division there.

He flew over yesterday while I was making our way back from L.A. We’ll be meeting the clients later this evening. This meeting is just a run through of the specifics.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Richard states, looking me over. “I hope you know how impressed I am with you.”

“Thank you.” I dip my head.

“No. Thank you. I’m grateful you’ll be sending such an stupendous contract to London.”

“I know it will be in good hands.”

He smiles back at me. “Again, I’m impressed.” He looks at my father and the two exchange a silent look of appreciation.

It’s so strange that Richard can be so human yet Parker is the devil incarnate. Based on temperament, no one would ever think Parker is his son. Every time I see Richard and his wife, Hazel, I always wonder if Parker was adopted or switched at birth.

Sadly, he wasn’t. He’s the spitting image of Richard and has his mother’s eyes. I’ve literally never seen anyone who looked more like their parents than him.