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ChapterEight
Dominik
The smell of my secretary’s pungent pumpkin candle drifted into my office, giving me a fucking migraine.
The tinted windows in front of me showcased a view I had worked hard my entire life to obtain. My office building was the envy of the block. Black, from top to bottom, with tinted windows that allowed the world in while keeping the inner workings of my sanctuary away from prying eyes.
I needed the space to figure out exactly how I wanted to burn that catering company to the ground.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Drake. He pinned me to the wall. I couldn’t even move!”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I recounted the conversation I’d had with Lila Beauregard and her parents. I drew in deep breaths, despite the disgusting oversweet smell that had infiltrated my office, trying to keep myself settled.
The details she had spilled to me were horrendous. The way he touched her—the way he attempted to force himself upon her—made me want to wring the young boy’s neck. He didn’t deserve a future. Neither him, nor his parents, deserved any sort of positive outlook in their lives. Every fucking detail Lila had spouted to me before breaking down against her father’s chest made me so god damn sick that I couldn’t sleep last night.
I’m going to drive them all into the ground.
And when I was finished with him, I’d slaughter that catering company owner in the press for her negligence. No one who worked that party would be employable in the state of California. I don’t give a shit if I’m destroying someone’s livelihood. That’s what happens when you stick your neck out for a fucking rapist.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t—miss! You can’t go in there!”
The door of my office slammed open and my secretary was hot on the heels of the only woman I expected to be in my office so early on a Monday morning. I cracked my neck and turned to face her, clasping my hands behind my back. The woman’s chocolate hair wafted behind her while her deep-sea blue eyes attempted to pin me with a look.
She’d get nowhere, though.
I had already made plans to destroy her sister—and maybe fuck her. Those thick red lips were asking for it.
My secretary grabbed her arm. “I am so sorry, Mr. Drake. Miss, you need to come with me. We need to make you an appointment like everyone else does to see—”
The woman wrenched away from her. “Touch me again and I’ll put you on the ground.”
I smiled. “Touch her at all and I’ll put you out of business.”
She glared up at me. “You and I need to have a conversation. Now.”
I flickered my gaze toward my secretary. “Close the door on your way out.”
My secretary balked as her gaze volleyed between myself and the woman I knew as “Eden.”
I had already read so much about her in my personal research of her family. Older sister to the caterer my secretary had convinced me to hire. A defense lawyer, and a good one at that. She had an impeccable court record, with absolutely no losses in her short career. She dedicated her time to a non-profit helping those seeking counsel they couldn’t afford obtain the defense they needed in order to get their lives back.
It was admirable, I’d give her that.
But her efforts today would be fruitless.
“Look Mr. Drake, I—,” she started, but I placed a finger to my lips to shush her as my secretary exited my office.
I watched as she slowly backed toward the door, then turned on her heels and left. She closed the door behind her, and I turned back toward the view of Miss Rochere flushed red with anger, relishing it for a few more seconds.
What do you want?” I asked, staring at her luscious curves up and down as she marched her way toward my desk.
“I want to cut a deal.” She stated firmly, her chin jutted out in defense. I would take her more seriously if she wasn’t so tempting looking. Her plump, red lips were asking to take my cock—not cut a deal in my mind.
I walked closer to her, smiling when I heard that tiny little gasp leave her luscious lips. She stood taller, but I didn’t fall for her defensive stance. She’s weak against me, all women are. She just fights it more than the others do. She fights that animalistic pull that her body has in response to mine. Besides, I saw the way she continuously eye-fucked me at my party. And now she was exactly where I wanted her—at my mercy.
I brushed a piece of lint away from her blouse, her blue eyes tracked the movement before locking with mine.
“What kind of deal were you thinking, Eden?” I whispered and she shivered slightly, so slightly but I catch it and I revel in it.
