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He walks in all grinning, with shirt open at the throat. He looks good. He always looks good. There’s an ease in him today, a brightness I haven’t seen since Chicago. He grabs a plate, loads it without hesitation, then drops onto the stool beside me.
“Breakfast of champions,” he says, already eating.
I glance at him. “You’re happy.”
He grins around a mouthful of bacon. “I am.”
I keep eating, watching him from the corner of my eye. “Why?”
He wipes his fingers on a napkin, leans back slightly. “City inspectors are settled. All of them.”
I nod with a mouth full of bacon.
“And,” he adds, eyes flicking to mine, “remember the fire safety officer with a red face? The one who grunted like a pig?”
“What about him?” I say. I remember flying that night. Nothing else.
His smile widens. “He mentioned his daughter, Henriette, was going to host her bachelorette party at the Boarpit.”
I pause with my fork halfway to my mouth. “So?”
“I was with her just now.” He chuckles.
I lower the fork. “You’re gonna have to tell me all in one go, you know.”
Brox laughs. “I took her to the boardroom to sign the agreement. The moment she did, I offered her the club free of charge. Because, you know, the moment you enter the Boarpit, you pay the price. And then, of course, I got her on her knees, paying the price. She sucked my cock like there’s no tomorrow.”
There’s something sharp under his tone, something satisfied.
“And?” I ask.
“She sucked Sol’s cock too, and Diego’s. I left her with them, I’m sure they’ll have fun all day. But more importantly, now we have solid leverage.”
He leans over and kisses me, quick and messy, with syrup smearing across my cheek. I laugh, my plate is a disaster. Pancake soaked, syrup everywhere.
“Brox,” I say, half scolding.
He grins. “Worth it.”
He looks at my plate, then back at me. “We’ve got her asshole of a father for much longer, cupcake.”
I shake my head, still smiling, and go back to eating. I’m halfway through my second piece of bacon when Rio walks in from the elevator.
This man looks like he doesn’t sleep, untouched by anything ordinary. He’s wearing his tailored three-piece suit, dark and precise, his jacket buttoned, his cuffs perfect.
Out of the three of us, he always wakes first. Gym, then shower, then suit. His errands are handled before the rest of the city finishes yawning.
Brox glances up and grins. “You’re back early.”
Rio doesn’t answer straight away. He pours coffee, black, and sets the mug down. Then he leans in, presses a kiss to my mouth.
“Morning,” he murmurs.
“It’s midday,” I say.
He lifts one shoulder. “First time I’ve seen you today, princess. Counts.”
He turns to Brox. “It’s time.”
