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“I don’t know why. I’m suing for full custody, already talked to a lawyer.”
I lean back and my eyes drift closed. Just like every time, I see her standing there before me in my shirt. Her curves on display. Her long legs barely covered. Her breasts loose and jiggling. I wanted to bury my face in them and then fuck them, but I’d heard Chase moving around the condo and knew what I needed to do. She was Rowan’s little sister. She was barely legal, and I fucked her.
I ended it, thinking it was over, but it wasn’t. I’d left a part of me in her.
“Wake up, bud, I can’t carry you.” Remi is standing next to the open door, and I stumble out. I just want to find my bed and get some sleep. I need to regroup and form a plan so I can bury Chase and make her regret keeping secrets from me.
Chapter 4
Thor
Monday mornings suck, but today is worse than most. I have back-to-back appointments for my technological security company, P.O.R.B. I also have meetings with my corporate attorney and the new family lawyer. Currently, I’m sitting at my desk with a steaming cup of coffee as I focus on the reports in front of me. Something doesn’t seem right, and I can’t find it.
I lean over and pull out the bottle of acetaminophen from my lower drawer. I pop a few in my mouth as my assistant walks in the door. My eyes follow her as she moves around the room. This woman has been with me for years. I should have fired her after the Louise shit, but I didn’t. I trusted her when she said she had been just as duped by Louise as I had. But now I wonder.
“I have everything you’ll need for today’s meetings.” She sets a stack of files on my desk. “I also ran the security report for your appointment with the chief of security. I noticed you have two meetings that were added over the weekend. Do you need anything for them? It doesn’t say who they are with or what it’s pertaining to.”
Again, I take her in. The slender woman is in her mid to late fifties. Her graying blond hair is pulled back into a severe bun at the back of her head.
“How long have you worked for me, Ms. Brant?” While Shelagh has worked for me for years, she’s never told me much about herself. Is it because I don’t ask? Or is she hiding stuff?
“Ten years, Mr. Prentrick.”
“In those years, have I ever told you about my personal appointments?”
She shifts from foot to foot and rearranges the folders she placed on my desk. I reach out and take them.
“We never discussed the fact Louise said you told her to meet me at the gala last month. Is she lying again?”
She raises her head and pushes her wire-rimmed glasses up her face. “Yes, sir. I never told her anything about it.”
“In the last five years, how many times has Briar Bennington called here?” I’ll go with an easy question. I know how many calls I’ve been told about, but I wonder how many she’ll say.
I looked through my email box that also logs my phone messages. According to that, I’ve never received a message from Briar. That email is also where Shelagh is to forward messages to me of people dropping by while I am in a meeting.
A shadow passes across her face, and she looks over my shoulder to the view of Seattle beyond. When she finally does look me in the eye, she lifts her chin slightly. “I honestly don’t know the exact number, but I believe she’s left a couple messages.” She fidgets with her hands before she looks down at the folders. “Mr. Prentrick, if she said she’s called, and you haven’t returned calls, I can’t be held accountable for you not returning messages. You are a very busy man after all.”
I slowly stand, ready to get to the bottom of this discrepancy, when a knock sounds on the door. Shelagh turns and rushes to it, avoiding where our conversation was heading. I’m going to fire her, and I’m sure she knows it. I want more information though. I’ll have to get ahold of our email security team.
She opens the door to a man in a suit.
“I have something for Mr. Thornton Prentrick.” The man holds a clipboard close to his chest.
“I’ll sign for him.” Shelagh reaches for it.
“No, he must sign.” The man stands his ground.
She is about to argue when I decide to end this. I have more important things to deal with.
“I’ll sign.” I round my desk, and the man pushes past her to get to me.
“Are you Mr. Prentrick?”
“I am.”
He moves the clipboard and pulls out a thick manila envelope concealed inside his suit jacket. “You’ve been served. Please sign here.” He hands me the clipboard.
I sign, not knowing what this is about.
