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So far, my look into Greyson isn’t pulling up anything significant. Restaurant receipts, bank statements, and receipts from lingerie shops.Could he be any more cliché?The thought of him buying lingerie for other women draws an unwanted feeling from deep in my body. I shake it off just as quickly as it appeared.I really need to get my emotions in check today.
All I find is that his father died when he was eighteen, and he has no siblings, no trace of his biological mother, and no other family to speak of. His father ran a successful accounting firm with locations all over the world. Greyson lived your typical rich boy life. No real responsibilities, until he was forced to grow up after his father passed away. Eventually, he started his own company with daddy’s money after receiving his inheritance, while keeping his father’s company on the side. He’s got a few speeding tickets in the past, but that’s all I can really find.
Wait. What is this?A police report that definitely wasn’t in the police station records when I looked.
A witness stated that he saw his neighbor, a young boy, hitting his father outside their home.Greyson assaulted his father?If I had my guess on why this isn’t in the official police records, it would be that daddy dearest wanted to keep his reputation squeaky clean.Why would you beat your father, Greyson?
Something in the corner of my eye catches my attention, drawing me out of my thoughts of Greyson. My thighs clench as Zep leans against my door frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His sleeves are rolled up, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of the artwork that lines his body. The muscles shift in his arms each time his chest rises and falls. Just the sight of him makes me drool. He is one fine man.
“How long have you been standing there?” I glance at the clock on the wall, just realizing that I’ve spent the rest of the work day digging into Greyson Nash without even taking a break for lunch. The cubicles and offices around mine are emptied out, making this place look like a ghost town.
Zep pushes off the door frame, walking around my desk until he’s planted directly in front of me, sliding his large body between my knees. He leans down enough to look directly into my eyes while he reaches up to tuck a strand of my burgundy hair behind my ear. The movement draws my full attention as his finger grazes my cheek.
“Long enough to see those gears turning over and over again in your head. What’s up?”
“It’s nothing. Just a weird day and a weird meeting this morning. We can talk about it when we get home.” I exhale the words as I feel my shoulders finally relax. I didn’t even realize how tense I was. The sense of peace I feel when I’m around my guys naturally calms me, so his presence instantly pulls the tension from my body.
He leans down, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Let’s get you home then, gorgeous.” He grabs my hand to pull me up from my chair, then wraps his arm around my waist to walk me out of the office. I feel my body ease even more as it molds into Zep’s perfectly. His musky pine scent surrounds me, and I can’t help but feel comfort wash over me as I see my other two handsome men standing by the elevator ready to head home.
Five
My heels come off as soon as the front door closes behind me and I head upstairs to get out of my work clothes. I look like a boss in them, but when you have to wear them all day, sometimes they can just be straight up uncomfortable.Why can’t pencil skirts and heels feel like soft fluffy clouds?I slip into my regular home attire, a black tank top and baby blue silk sleep shorts.
When I emerge downstairs, I find that the guys have changed out of their suits as well. Rian is in his usual sweatpants with no shirt, Zep in sweatpants and a tank top, and Thiago shirtless in just black shorts.Drool.All three are stretched out on the sectional sofa with their phones in their hand. When I hit the bottom stair, all three sets of eyes snap their attention to me.
“Get that sexy ass over here,” Rian growls as he puts his phone on the side table and draws his full attention to me.
I roll my eyes, heading into the kitchen. “I’m going to start cooking. Unless you don’t want to eat tonight?” I playfully shrug.
“Oh, I want to eat, but it isn’t food that I want,” Rian says with lust-filled eyes. I grudgingly shake off his not so masked sexual innuendo.Do we really need to eat tonight?I flick one quick glance in their direction before I head into the kitchen to start dinner.
* * *
“How was your day,meu amor?”Thiago sweetly places a kiss on my head as he sits down beside me at the kitchen table. I reach across and grab the bowl of spaghetti from Rian, scooping some on my plate before handing it over to Thiago. “I met with a new client today. Greyson Nash, the founder of Love in Sight, that dating site. It went fine, but was just a little strange.”
Zep freezes with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Strange how?” he asks.Always so protective.Now all eyes are on me, anticipating my response.
“First off, he is one cocky motherfucker. He doesn’t seem to think that he would ever need our help with his website. He gave some bullshit response of no longer having access to the person who initially made his website, but I’m not buying it. Then when Brandon came into the meeting, the air in the room just seemed to shift. I can’t say for sure, but I feel like there was a glimmer of recognition in Brandon’s eyes.”
“I’ve never liked that Brandon guy. There's something off about him,” Zep growls.
“Zep honey, you don’t like anyone outside of this house,” I say with a sweet smile.
“That’s because I’m a good judge of character,” he smirks.
“Anyway, that was it, there was nothing else that would make me think they already knew one another. Business as usual.”
“You’re telling me you don’t like cocky men?” Rian laughs out as he motions between himself, Zep, and Thiago.
A laugh escapes me. “You’ve got me there babe,” I say with a wink. “But there’s something different about him that I can’t quite put my finger on. I’ll try not to judge the man too hard since I barely know him. I thought the same thing when I met you assholes.” I give them a cocky grin to go with my jab. That gets me a simultaneous scoff out of all three.
“I put Brandon on the project. I have too much going on with the business side of things right now and Rian already has too many projects as it is.”
“Good idea. Brandon can deal with his cocky ass instead,” Thiago shifts his hand to my bare thigh. His large hand slowly slides closer to my core, the movement making me temporarily forget what we’re talking about.
“Yeah, I’ll still have to have him sign the contract and review what Brandon drafts up for the app, but that should be it for having to deal with him.” I grumble when I suddenly remember our conversation. As soon as I put another bite of spaghetti in my mouth though, Thiago's hand slithers up my thigh, making direct contact with my clit. The need for him to go further radiates through my body.
I inhale sharply, causing me to choke on my pasta. An aggressive cough rips through me as I hit my chest, trying to regain composure.
