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Chapter fifty-one
She was everywhere.
Her scent in my car.
The memory of her against the brick wall outside the back door of the club.
In my office.
It all lingered.
I finally left my apartment after spending the last two days ordering French toast and staring across the hall into an empty room. I tried to outrun this bullshit, and here it was, smacking me in the dick.
“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” Leo was leaned back in my chair, popping hot Cheetos in his mouth.
“The fuck are you doing in my office?”
“Needed some privacy.” He nodded to his crotch. That was when I heard the familiar slurp of a sloppy blowjob. “Speaking of pussy… how’s my princess?”
“Are you seriously getting your dick sucked in my office?” I walked around the desk, kicking the chair back with my feet. “And the princess is mine.” Even though she would probably hate me after I’d told her the truth.
Leo rolled back, his dick fully erect and covered in spit. “Fuck.” He glared at me. “She has teeth, asshole. You can’t just do that shit.” He tucked himself back in his pants.
A tiny brunette crawled out from under my desk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and my mind jumped to Anniston. The way she looked up at me with those fuck-me eyes while she wrapped her lips around my cock.
“Out,” I said to the girl, adjusting myself at the memory.
The brunette looked at Leo.Sorry, sweetheart. He can’t help you.
He shrugged and popped another Cheeto into his mouth. “Raincheck.”
She rolled her eyes then slammed the door behind her on her way out.
Leo got out of my chair, then propped his ass on my desk. “Miss me?”
“It was four days.” I sat down. “I’ve been gone four days.” Time didn’t mean shit. I’d only been away from Anniston for two days, and I already missed her.
“Hey, Carl Miller came by looking for you.” He sucked his orange-tinted fingers into his mouth, one at a time. “Said it was important.”
I powered on my monitor, bringing my iMac to life. “Good. Get him in here.” Everyone had a purpose; better known as the rule of ‘F’s.
Fuel.
Fuck.
Finance.
If you weren’t fueling my energy with positive energy, fucking me, or putting money in my pocket, then I didn’t need you.
Ever since I saw the blue and white Miller & Sons sign on the chain-link fence the day I went to collect my money, I knew Carl had a purpose.
“Got it, boss.”
I fucking hated it when he called me that. Leo was my equal. I couldn’t do half the shit I did without him.
He pulled out his phone and sent an immediate text. “Oh, and by the way…” His eyebrow arched, and his one singular dimple made an appearance. “I got in the back door and shut that fucking porn site down.”
“Fuck yeah.”
