I lean back in my chair, sucking my cheeks into my mouth. Is that true?
On the off chance it is, I’m not going to inform Rexton that David was involved. David has a big mouth, and it’s only a matter of time before he tells my parents about my good deed. Mom will find out. It’s just a question of when.
“Doyou view me as a child?” I ask.
Rexton shrugs. “Physically or mentally?”
“Don’t insult me.” A brief pause, then, “Both.”
“Physically? No. I think of you and the tyrannical child who used to run around the Wrath estate as two separate individuals. My brain doesn’t make the connection that you’re the same person.”
I hum. “And mentally?”
“Mentally, you’re at best a bratty teenager.”
I shouldn’t have asked. I knew he’d give a snarky answer.
“I don’t appreciate coworkers sending prostitutes to my home,” Rexton continues. “That’s the only reason I’m here. It has nothing to do with who your parents are or the fact that I briefly knew you as a child.”
My eyes narrow. “But you love succubi. I’ve heard about the sex shows you used to participate in within Lust. People left you great reviews.”
Rexton’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. It’s subtle, but it’s there. He’s embarrassed. Why? Sex shows aren’t something I’d personally consider participating in, but I’m not one to judge.My father was the King of Lust, a title now held by my brother. Sex isn’t something I was raised to view as taboo, nor do most Wraths.
We’re quite open.
“I’m not that man anymore,” Rexton says.
“No?” I raise a brow. “And now you’re…what? A family man?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
I can’t help but laugh. I try not to, I really do, but that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Rexton is currently the most sought-after man inside Wrath. Everybody either wants to be him or be with him. He could have any woman he wants, Jassy excluded, and he’s chosen to settle down?
That’s absurd.
“Very well,” I say, conceding. “I won’t send any future sex workers to your apartment.”
Rexton bobs his head, visibly pleased. He looks oddly relieved, too, like he wasn’t sure we’d reach this agreement. I’m more than capable of processing and handling simple requests. It’s insulting to think otherwise.
“I do appreciate the card,” he says. “Your attempt to apologize is…meaningful.”
He’s insulting my heartfelt words again. I choose to ignore it.
“I meant what I said about no longer holding a grudge against you for being the one to murder Mammon,” I say instead. “I’m disappointed it wasn’t me, but holding my failure against you has been detrimental to my mental state. I would like to move past it and start over. Truly, this time.”
Rexton chews at his bottom lip, holding back a smile. “I would like that, Cassia.”
Great.I smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth, not sure what else to say. I’m not usually an awkward person, but Rexton turns me into a blubbering fool.
“If that’s all…” I finally say.
I let my words trail off, hoping Rexton gets the silent message to leave. He’s made his point, and I wish to be left alone. I’m a busy woman, and I don’t need his constant distractions. They aren’t appreciated.
Rexton rises, not a single word slipping from his lips as he takes his leave. I wait until the door is shut firmly behind him before sinking to the floor, my muscles turning to putty as I slide out of my chair. I end up halfway beneath my desk, my legs cramped and my neck awkwardly bent.
This was humiliating. Rexton didn’t like my gift. He accused me of sexually harassing him. It couldn’t have gone worse.
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