Page 50 of Fallen Dane

I draw a breath, not intending to discuss the matter with him at present.

“I’ve already started negotiating options for you.” I reach for my wine. “I’ll have my top three selected by month’s end.”

“Fuck that.” Fox pushes his chair back. “You can’t make me marry some Dove of your choosing.”

“You will do as I say.” I meet his eyes. “And you’ll fulfill your responsibilities. All of you will marry within our world, so I’m just going to help you narrow your choices.”

“God, you want control over everything.” Fox stands. “But you forget that I’m your fucking son, and I like a fair bit of control, too.”

I take a sip of wine, not bothered at all by his outburst. “You’re a Sinclair. That comes with expectations.”

Sloane looks like she wants to disappear. If she hadn’t joined my family, she’d be Mrs. Victor Ashworth right now. The soon-to-be-punished Whitney is barely concealing her amusement at the situation.

“This is bullshit.” Fox grabs his jacket. “I’m out of here.”

“Three months.” I set down my glass. “The clock is ticking.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Fox heads for the front door, slamming the door loud enough that I hear it from the dining room.

Tate starts laughing. “God, this is going to be fun to watch.”

“I’ll start on you soon,” I say, leveling a stare at him.

“Are you really going to force him to marry?” Whitney asks.

“Yes.” I slide my hand higher on her thigh. “Just like I forced you.”

“You paid fifty million for me at an auction.” She covers my hand with hers. “That’s just good business.”

Thorne chokes on his wine. “Jesus Christ.”

“You are so right about that.” I run my fingers along her panties to see if she’s wet. And of course she is. “That investment continues to pay dividends.”

“I think we’d better go make sure our brother isn’t having a drunken orgy at Dolly’s,” Thorne says, rising from his chair and motioning to the others.

Tate sets his napkin aside. “Sounds like a good time to me.”

Sloane hugs Whitney. “Thanks for dinner. It was . . . entertaining.”

“Text me when you’re home safely.” Whitney kisses her cheek, then looks at Thorne. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her.” Thorne says.

They all leave, and as much as I love them all, I am glad as fuck that they are gone. I pull Whitney from her chair and drag her to the stairs.

“That was fun,” Whitney says as we climb the steps.

“You enjoyed watching the drama of the evening, didn’t you?”

“I did.” She doesn’t hide it. “Fox reminds me of you. Always wants to be in control and wants his own way.”

“Too fucking bad.” I push her up the last few steps. “Because I’m the one who will get my way.”

“That makes you so much fun to fuck with.” She looks at me over her shoulder.

I guide her through the hallway to our bedroom.

“Is that what that shit tonight was about?” I open the door and pull her inside. “You think you’re fucking with me?”