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“You fucking listen good. I don’t have a fucking sister. I have no associations with anyone for that matter. I’m the heir of the Leighton Empire, and I have every intention of rising up to claim my birthright. If you’re trying to distract me or even blackmail me to not attend the gala next week, you’ve lost your crazed mind because I will be there. Not only will I enjoy being crowned the new ruler of the Leighton Empire, but my role as Ruthless King will be solidified on that stage. For truly being a ruthless fucker to a bitch cunt maiden who can’t keep her legs closed!”
When the man speaks, it’s far deeper than I expected.
“What a naive little boy you are,” he whispers in disappointment, then proceeds to chuckle hauntingly. I can see the goosebumps rise to the surface of my flesh. “Why don’t you walk into your Daddy’s office and see what he’s up to with your Iva.”
“Iva is on the fucking rink,” I argue.
“Hmm. It’s expected that you’re not the smartest in the Leighton legacy. Did you start calling her Iva because your dad calls her that?”
“Her name is Iva!”
“Eva with an E, Leighton Jr,” he taunts me. “The real Iva your father is obsessed with is in that room right now.”
“Stop playing fucking games with me!” I hiss as lowly as I can to not look fucking crazy. “Don’t you dare touch Iva.”
“Why? Waiting to have your way with her like your father did?”
His words make my heart hammer so fucking hard, I can barely hear his next words.
“Like father, like son. That’s why I vowed never to be raised by a narcist lunatic who would think his children are but threats to stealing his empire.”
What is this fucker saying?!
“You have until midnight, Leighton Jr. Get to the rink, or else your precious Eva will be nothing but a pool of body parts,” he announces and dares to add. “Don’t want the automatic Zamboni dragging her remains in your ripped-up jersey. Not a good look when it comes to murder.”
“You son of a?—”
The line goes dead before I can finish, leaving me to see the next text message that shows a timer that says 60:00 on it. The countdown begins, and I wish to be ignorant of this man’s threat, but he knows too much.
Knows shit I don’t.
Siblings? Like Father, like son?
All fucking riddles I don’t understand.
“I need the truth,” I whisper to myself and slowly look at the double doors that are stopping me from seeing what’s hidden behind them.
Stomping forward, I ignore the secretary’s pleas to wait, my hands pushing open the doors and unlocking the moaning outcry that comes from the other side.
I come to a stop in my tracks, my eyes taking in the scenario that only feels like déjà vu because everything looks the same. The darkened landscape, the way the moonlight shines in the right places, illuminating the desk. The very position of my father standing at his desk.
A woman with long silver locks, sandwiched between Father and the desk, bent over and coming down from the blissful high she’s just experienced.
The only difference is it’s not my Ruthless Maiden panting for breath with her exposed breasts upon the dark oakwood.
“Iva,” Father whispers the name as he leans down and hooks his hand around the front side of this woman’s neck, forcing her up against him. I take a look from head to toe, seeing the sapphire blue fabric of the dress she had to be wearing properly prior to entering here, while everything down under is exposed,
I can see my father’s hardened cock still between her legs, glimmering with his semen and her juices that are still dripping onto his length.
Like a badge of honor.
“I have an unexpected guest I need to attend to. You can go wash up and go back home to your husband,” he declares with pride, as if what he’s done is something to be admired and glorified. “You’ll listen to your Ruthless King, yes?”
My eyes widen at the terminology that’s all too familiar and watch as the woman slowly nods.
“Yes, my King,” she breathes, not even batting an eye my way.
As if she’s possessed herself from hours of pleasure.
