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I stagger to my feet and grab my purse.
I end the call, cutting off her frantic cries as I swipe a set of car keys up from the desk and race out of the office.
Chapter 15
Dax
“Yougoodwithallthis?” Logan asks as I flip through his proposal for some additions to the next estate open day he’s running.
“Yeah. You and Jasmin have both run more of these days than me, I know you’ve got it covered.”
Logan tips his head to the side with a grin. “We couldn’t just sit on our asses while you were away in Her Majesty’s finest five-star luxury now, could we?”
I smirk. “Bastard.”
Logan and Jasmin are the only ones who can make jokes about me getting sent down. It’s a dark humor we all share sometimes. We started doing it because the alternative of getting all depressed and shit when we talk about it isn’t top of anyone’s wish list.
Especially mine. Two and a half fucking years of my life… gone.
They both stuck by me through everything, keeping the business afloat. I owe everything to them. And I intend to pay them back. I know Jasmin wouldn’t be okay with my methods if she knew just how I intend to do it. But she will understand when it’s done. And so will Logan. But right now, it’s better for everyone the less they know.
Especially Rose.
Rose.
I grit my teeth as I hand the proposal back to Logan. Rose has no idea what she’s getting into by pushing to get to know me. She wouldn’t want to know me if I told her what I do. Maybe I should tell her. At least that way, she might leave. Go back to New York where she’s safe from it all. Safe from me. But I can’t… I’m a selfish bastard. Because as much as I am no good for her, I can’t let her go, either.
I want her. I want her so much it fucking hurts to breathe when I see her.
Especially when she looks at me with that fire in her eyes. I knew she had it. It’s coming back, brighter every day. And I’m a moth to the fucking flame.
My phone starts ringing.
“Great. I’m going to find Jasmin to go over some things. Catch you later.”
“Yep.” I nod at Logan as he leaves and pull my phone from my suit pants, checking the caller ID.
What the fuck now?
“What?” I bark.
“You’re ready, right? You’re coming down now?”
My jaw ticks. Fucking Marcus. He couldn’t organize his way out of a wet paper bag.
“You can handle this. It’ll be good practice for the big shipment.”
“I know, it’s just… with Mr. Young—”
“Forget about him,” I snarl. “Or are you pissing yourself just hearing his name?”
“Fuck off—”
“Listen to me.” I drop my voice. “Don’t worry about him. Just do your damn job.”
Marcus sniffs down the line. “You coming to gimme a hand or what?”
Jesus.How this guy hasn’t been killed already, I have no idea. It’s a miracle he makes it out of bed, let alone survives with the company we keep.
