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This is true. When I want to fuck, I make sure NDAs are signed, and no one can come back to me or go after anything that’s mine.
I built this business from the ground up, and I would never let any fucker take it from me. Not a chance in hell.
Honey had been that one moment of impulsiveness.
But I’m not playing into Crue’s insinuation, either.
“And here I thought you only had eyes for your newly wedded wife that day. I’m flattered,” I say. “Nothing happened.”
“Bullshit.”
I shrug nonchalantly and look back at my paperwork. “Hire a company to move furniture. It’s not my expertise,” I reply casually, then take a sip ofwhiskey. The temptation is too great, and I have to stay away, or I’ll risk all the boundaries and rules I’ve put into place to protect myself and my empire from blowing up in my face.
Crue throws back his drink and leaves without so much as another word. I adjust my uncomfortably stiff cock, the earlier thoughts of Honey have put my body into complete disarray.
CHAPTER 5
Honey
Rya and I sit around her kitchen counter, polishing off the last of the Tiramisu I made while Marco enjoys a coffee and reads a paper at the circular coffee table closest to the windows. It blows my mind that despite how massive the kitchen is in this place, neither Crue nor Rya use it. And although, at first, I thought I’d been encroaching the last week, I’ve spent much of my time in the kitchen with their personal chef. We gave each other cooking tips, and it was the one thing that made me feel at home. I always cooked at home, and it simply made me happy.
“Damn, Honey, that was good.” Rya pats her stomach.
I sheepishly smile. “I saved one last piece for Lawson and want to know what his critique on it is,” I say thoughtfully, referring to their chef. Besides my deceasedNonna, no one in my family cooks, so it’s nice to share with someone who loves cooking as much as I do.
“How’s the job hunting going?” Rya asks me.
My father’s allowance is more than enough that I don’t need a job while I’m here, but I’ve never had to work, and I want to give it a go, so I’ve been applying for jobs since I arrived. It’s hard when you’re twenty-seven and have no real experience. So, I’ve applied for various roles, but I’m not entirely sure what I want.
“I’ve been applying. I just don’t know what I want to do.”
My life has been laid out for me until now, and I never thought about what I might want for myself. I envy Rya for paving her own path, but I’m not her.
“Take your time. You’ve only just moved here. I know they’re looking for a receptionist at my hot yoga studio.”
“Maybe,” I say, considering it.
The elevator doors to the penthouse open, Crue waltzes in, and his usual fitted black attire looks pristine. He presses a kiss to Rya’s cheek in greeting and drops a set of keys in front of me.
Rya pins him with a stare, but he pays her no mind.
“To your place,” he tells me.
“Sorry, what?” I ask, confused.
“Two floors down. You”—he points to me—“move now.”
“Crue,” Rya scolds, and he turns to her.
“I want to tie you to the bed and have you scream.Do you really want me to do that while your sister is here?” Crue asks her.
I try not to choke as I throw back the rest of my coffee.
And that is definitely my cue to leave.
And I don’t take it personally.
“Okay, I’ll pack my things,” I state, standing.
