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I stared at her blankly.
“Mind your own business, Aiden.”
“Not my business? Wow.”
She took a deep breath.
“I shouldn’t have to explain myself to you. But, I will. Your father and I have an understanding. We’ve had one for many years. He doesn’t want to know about my extra-curriculars. Trust me on that. You’re just sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong and if you keep doing it, he’s going to be the one that’s hurt. Your brother and sister, too. Braeden. Think of him, as well if you tear our family apart.”
I continued to stare at her until she gave up and stormed out.
I finished up, heading out of my office and seeing one of the IT schleps trying to chat up Carly. She was laughing at something he said.
I glared at him. “You owe me a report.”
He straightened up. “You’ll have it tomorrow.”
“I want it before you leave tonight,” I demanded.
And then my eyes moved to her. She was sitting there, staring at me.
The snotty look on her face? Made me wanna drag her into my office and fuck her over my desk. Pinch her nipples until she was begging for mercy. Tease her clit and keep her on the edge until she was pleading me to let her come. Ram my cock down her throat until her eyes were watering.
I gave her a burning stare and didn’t look away until I saw a swallow move nervously down her throat.
Satisfied, I headed out.
I stormed to the bank four blocks away on foot, went to my safety deposit box, where I dropped in a small thumb drive labeled Bella Wilson, and drop in a small thumb drive and fetch one of two sealed envelopes.
I grabbed the one labelled Austin Carmichael.
The other in here had my name on it. It was left in there. Tonight, I’d give my brother all the truth I have and let him decide about opening the results of his paternity test. As for mine, I wasn’t ready. I glared at the envelope with my name on it before slamming the door shut and locking it.
***
I get home, finding my bedroom door wide open. The rest of the place is quiet, Carly’s obviously not here, so what the fuck?
Did Sienna have another key?
I don’t let bitches in my fucking bedroom. I fuck them in elevators, in stairwells, hotel rooms, on couches, over my desk. I do not fuck them in my room. Not here, nor at my condo in New York. The fact that this bitch, of all bitches, is in my space? It enrages me. This bedroom is my only fuckin’ private space in all of California and she needs to not be here.
It was bad enough she strutted into here last night to grab one of my shirts.
I see no evidence of her in my room at first, but then I hear the shower going. Fuck sakes. What the fuck is she doing? I grab the doorknob. Locked.
I back up and slam the door with my shoulder and when the doorjamb cracks I go flying into the steam-filled space, immediately seeing a woman behind the glass doors, through the mist.
She screams as I yank the door open, rage in my eyes and the foulest words a woman can imagine flying out of my mouth.
“You fucking cun—” I stop short of the letter t when I realize I’m face-to-face with not Sienna Greer, but my fucking roommate.
My very naked roommate.
I freeze, mouth still open as the wind goes right out of my sails and I get an eyeful.
Her eyes are filled with horror. I’ve just about given her a heart attack.
“Fuck!” I shout and my arm flies and shit sails off the bathroom counter, crashing, as I spin and leave her in there.
