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Chapter Five
“Maybe, I should come back later.”
“Why?” I turned from the window behind my uptown home desk toward my brother seated on the other side, closing the folder in his lap.
“Because I repeated my numbers reports three times with three different numbers, you didn’t catch on.” Bryce shook his head. “Is there a major accident out there or something?”
“Shit.” I rubbed my chin, not realizing how long I’d been lost in thought. “Sorry. Just a lot on my mind these days.”
“Is that why you’ve been working so much from your home office over the last few weeks?”
“With the international projects, it's easier to handle those middle-of-the-night meetings from home.” That was only partially true. I was avoiding a certain someone until I knew how to handle myself being around her without wanting to take her against the nearest flat surface, be it a desk, wall, or floor. Aubrey stepped from the elevator as I arrived the first morning after we'd been together. It took all my strength not to drag her back and bury my cock deep inside her. However, knowing that the elevators, like most hallways, were monitored by company security stopped me. Being trapped in the box up to the top floor with her lingering scent was torture. As others filed in and out, I kept my briefcase before me the entire time like a thirteen-year-old boy. I arrived at my office hard as a hammer.
Back at my home desk, I returned to my seat. “How’d your assistant interview go? You select someone?” I was toast if he picked Aubrey, who was highly qualified for the job, because she’d be Bryce's shadow everywhere.
“She—”
“You fucking stone ass jerk!”
Our gazes shot to my home office door as our little brother stormed in.
“What the hell are you going on about, Dean? Can’t you see Bryce and I are in a meeting?” I rose. “And you can’t keep showing up at either of my homes in the middle of the day without calling first. I have our family business—”
“I don’t give a damn about your job right now.” Dean, the jocund brother of the trio, stomped toward my desk as he jabbed a finger in my direction.
Bryce, shocked as I was by Dean’s uncharacteristic temperament and outburst, got up from his seat, too. “What’s going on, Dean?”
“Why don’t you ask, Stone?” Dean's stern gaze remained on me.
“How the hell am I supposed to know. You’re the one who came rushing in here like some mythical avenger out for justice.” With my hands on my hips, I eyed my youngest brother back. Dean was tall like Bryce and me, but I had several inches and way more muscle mass on both of them. I would never fight my brother, but I could restrain him until he calmed down if needed.
This time Dean’s accusing finger made it across the desk and an inch from the center of my chest. “But you’re the one who fucked my best friend and got her pregnant.”
“What?”
“Shit.”
I wasn’t sure between Bryce and me who said which word. My mind was spinning. Pregnant. “Aubrey’s pregnant?”
“Is that why she turned down the CFO assistant position this morning when I called to offer it to her?” Now Bryce had the same accusatory gaze in his eyes.
“She turned it down?” I looked at Bryce. Aubrey was the best candidate.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Stone?” Dean cut in, but Bryce hadn’t even attempted to answer.
I glanced at Dean and asked, “Did Aubrey tell you it was mine?”
Stupid fucking question of the year. Not only were Aubrey and his little brother best friends who shared everything, but Aubrey wasn’t the type to sleep around, which made the situation that happened between us even more shocking.
“She didn’t have to.” Dean folded his arms over his chest; the hard stare hadn’t changed. “I heard you two the night we stayed at your lake house. Don’t deny it because I doubt you started screwing your housekeeper.”
“Fuck.” I lowered my head. I should have taken her to my room. No, you should have kept your dick in your pants. “Please tell me you didn’t say that to her.”
“I’m not an asshole.” Dean let out a dry guffaw. “You already have that slot filled.”
Bryce snorted. “What possed you to do such a thing?”
The hell if I know. Lust. Need. I stepped around my desk. “Look, it was one of those nights. Anniversary of Melanie’s death and all.”
