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I’m a grown woman and, fucked up or not, this was the best sex of my life.
Drake
I lean back in my leather chair, my feet propped on top of my desk. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, I can see the entire New York City skyline, like a glittering necklace draped across the city. To me, there isn't much that's more beautiful than this. It signifies power, progress, and best of all—money.
It's a testament to what man can accomplish. When the first man figured out how to put a building in the sky, that's when cities became real—when they had their individual fucking fingerprints. They had an identity.
St. Louis can have its Gateway Arch; San Francisco can have its Golden Gate Bridge; Las Vegas can have its golden lion and Pyramid that spears a beam of light into outer space; Washington DC can have its Lincoln Memorial; and Seattle can have its Space Needle; but New York City … well, nothing fucking compares to Gotham. Sure, we've got the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building, but this city's got something more; it's got guts because you know what? It's been reaching for the sky since the fucking beginning.
Just then, my mid-day reverie is cut short, and my office door flies open. I look over to see Sloane bursting in. My secretary is running after him, her necklace bouncing up and down on her chest, and she's flashing me an apolog
etic and flustered look.
"I'm sorry, sir, he wouldn't take no for an answer. He insisted on seeing you."
"You!" Sloane shouts, pointing a stiff finger in my direction, "You should be ashamed!"
I look back at my secretary and give her a nod. "It's okay, CJ. I'll handle it from here."
"So, what do I owe the honor?" I ask, casually removing my feet from my desk and sitting up straight in my chair.
"Cut the crap," he growls. "Natalie is your daughter."
"Stepdaughter," I correct. "And technically, even that's a stretch after Linda and I divorced."
"I'm asking you to stay away from her."
"Careful, Sloane," I smile. "You're starting to sound like a jealous boyfriend."
"Ha, that's where you're wrong. I'm here on business, Drake. Plain and simple."
"You can't be serious?" I laugh. "Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at Natalie. Now tell me why you're really here."
I can see the pulse in his temple quicken. I don't think I've ever seen him this worked up before. Maybe once … after his mother died, but that was a lifetime ago. There is a strength and power in his anger—the way his nostrils flare and the chords in his neck spasms. The way his chest and biceps quiver.
Why am I noticing these things?
"You're fucking impossible, you know that?" he growls again. "Always have been. Just like a real shark—cold and emotionless. It's fitting, isn't it? Your name?"
"So that's why you're here? To tell me that I look like a living, breathing shark? Bravo. Well executed. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get on with my day."
"See what I fucking mean?" he barks.
There's something in his eyes that tells me this is about more than just Natalie. This is about the past.
"If this is about your mom, I—" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.
"Don't fucking go there," he says, his eyes flashing a mixture of anger and pain.
"I just meant that I—"
"Stop."
He says the word with such finality that I honor his request. For an extended moment, we both hold each other's gaze. I can still see flashes of the impulsive, childish side of Sloane, but with him standing here in front of me, I see that above all, he's a grown, chiseled man with the power of youth.
He blinks and turns his head, walking over to the windows. "I mean it. Just stay away from her. It's not right."
"I'm afraid that's not going to be possible."
