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“Fuck. Okay. Send me the information. I’ll make flight arrangements for us,” I agree.
“Great. And Lochlan? Don’t get your hopes up. If I had to guess, we’re still looking at a loss of three or four hundred million.”
I can’t even begin to wrap my head around that much of a loss after I end the call. And I don’t want to right now.
In the lobby, I find Owen and Shana getting friendly, my brother nowhere to be found.
“Where’s Flynn?” I ask them.
“Where do you think?” Owen chuckles, tipping his chin up toward the second-floor rooms.
“We’re leaving. He can find a ride home,” I tell him. “And I need you to book a plane for a week from today. Warwick will be sending over the details.”
When I turn to walk out the door, Shana shouts, “Loch, wait!”
“What?” I bark at her.
“You weren’t going to visit me before leaving?”
“No, I’m trying to get home to my wife for dinner,” I remind her, even though I know she’s well aware that I’m married now. “Owen is welcome to stay, though.”
My second opens his mouth no doubt to agree to some fun, when Shana steps around him to strut up to me, close enough to touch but knowing better if she wants to keep her fucking hands. “While you’re here, you may as well work off some of your…frustrations.” She gives me a pout as if she actually gives a shit about my frustrations rather than my cash.
“What are you talking about?” I ask. Sure, I’m more high-strung than usual because I’m not getting laid, but it can’t be that obvious that I have a terminal case of blue balls.
“Come on, Loch. There have been rumors,” she says softly.
“Rumors?” I snap, glancing to Owen who shrugs his wide shoulders.
“Rumors that your arranged marriage was just a business arrangement, that your young wife still won’t put out, and that you give her pleasure and get nothing in return.”
“Who the fuck told you that? Did you tell her?” I ask Owen.
“Hell, no.”
Yes, it may be the truth, but it’s nobody’s business. “Who then? Flynn? A guard from the estate? I’ll teach them to mind their fucking business!”
“I don’t remember who it was,” Shana says while biting her bottom lip. “Several girls have heard it, actually. It seems like everyone knows. It must be hard for you to play the part of the intimidating bossman when you can’t even get your wife on her knees, even after you bought all those diamonds for her…”
Grabbing Shana by her throat, I slam her back into the nearest wall. “Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Easy, Loch,” Owen tries to warn me as he approaches us. “You’re down two girls tonight. No need to make it three.”
“Do it,” Shana whispers. “Take your anger out on me. I know exactly what you need.”
“Oh, yeah? And what do I need?”
“My lips wrapped around your big cock while you fuck my mouth. You could tie me up how you like…”
“That sounds like more fun than burying a dead whore, right, Loch?” Owen asks.
It doesn’t escape my notice that she said how I like, not how she likes, as if my kink is something to be tolerated or endured if it's required. The truth is that what Shana likes, or any other woman, has never mattered to me. Sex with them has always been about me and my selfish desires. What turns me on.
Unlike with Sophie.
I would do anything to find out what my wife needs, what it would take to finally get her into my bed.
While I think she enjoyed her spanking, I’m not stupid enough to take a belt to her again. She may look delicate and innocent but if she put her mind to it, I have no doubt that she would figure out how to choke me to death in my sleep just like she promised.
