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“Because you’ve annoyed me.” Hmm. Annoyance would normally be a perfect reason for her to arrive immediately, whip ready. ”And because I’m dealing with other things.” Other things? What other things were more important than himself?
“What could be so relevant as to call you from beating me?”
“Beth lost the baby.” His heart sank to the pits of his black soul, and he stood from his lounged position to search for clothes.
“Why did you not say?” he snapped, ripping at his robe and rushing through the maze of corridors to get to the elevator. “This is most secretive of you,” he continued, stabbing at the fingerprint sensor on it. “How could you not tell me of such news?” His rose? She would be floored with a sadness he could not abide for reasons he still did not understand in entirety. And the ride up in the elevator did nothing to dampen his woes. “Hiding this from me was ..”
“You’re the one who wouldn’t answer his phone. Dick,” she cut in.
Hmm.
He pushed into his apartment, maddened at himself for such foolhardy reactions to her chasing him. He should have known she would only chase for reasons of the upmost importance. Lilah James never chased a thing these days.
“I was bored,” he grumbled, searching his wardrobe for a shirt.
“Of what?”
“Everything.”
“You’re not bored. You’re trapped, my love.” Bitch. How did she know such things? When even he didn't.
He dragged on a suit, forgoing actually putting the matching tie on and shoving it into his pocket instead.
“I will be there in half an hour,” he muttered into the phone. She said nothing in response. “Lilah?” The line cut dead. Hmm, such love they had between them.
He made swift work of getting to the front door again, ready to signal his driver, only to remember the oaf was still in the fire room under a guillotine. He turned back again and headed for the room, unsure what state he would find. It was not pleasant.
“Are you still breathing?” Pascal questioned, looking the naked oaf over. Oaf opened his eyes after a few seconds grace and stared up at the ceiling, still from his position on the bench.
“Dunno.” Pascal assumed that meant he wasn’t sure about breathing. He smirked at the imbecile and glanced at the still erect cock on display, almost proud the fool had endured so much from the revellers that had entered to taunt and train.
Perhaps he was not quite the imbecile he had once thought.
“Could we at least attempt the English language?” he snarled, walking over to undo the latches. “How can we have acute discussions about life if you continue with this tone?” The oaf watched him undo the latches, then slowly sat upright. “Do you require medical attention?” Not that Pascal gave a damn. His rose needed him. He would drive himself if absolutely necessary. Alexander would be useless to her at present. “I have to travel to the other side of the city.”
“Nah, I’m alright, Guv.” His cane had delivered the cruellest of blows to the oaf’s cock before another breath left the air. Oaf howled and grabbed the undeniably attractive specimen.
“You will attain two hundred thousand of your English pounds a year to drive me in London. Also, the ability to learn in any of my clubs, and the freedom that comes with my blessing should you find the one correct word to replace your last in the next ten seconds.” He really did need a decent driver if he was to stay here for a while, which would be quite necessary. And oaf had been diligent in his manoeuvring around London. And was apparently useful with a gun if army days were to be considered. This was a prerequisite of being a formidable driver.
Oaf looked up at him and opened his mouth. Pascal raised a brow and held up one finger.
“Sir?”
“Perfection.” Pascal spun on his heel and headed for the exit. “We are leaving now.”
Rustling occurred behind him as he left the room, along with some inexcusable attempt at the English language again. He rolled his own eyes and switched off the lights as he walked for the door, sneering at the lack of cleanliness around the building. It would be gutted and remodelled – again. Why Thomas had destroyed such flawlessness in the first place was beyond him.
“Two hundred grand?” Pascal raised a brow again, as oaf walked in front of him. “Thousand?” He nodded and waited for the door to be opened, which oaf did without thought. Good.
“Yes,” Pascal said, walking out into the fresh air. “And I will have a car at your disposal for whenever you need to drive me.”
“Really?”
Pascal thrust Lilah’s card at him and waved it around in oafs face. “Take it. Ms James will organise such endeavours.” He thought she would, anyway. Or maybe she wouldn’t given her mood. Who knew?
“Secretary?”
“Hardly. And you would do well to remember that when you meet her,” he replied, sliding into the car which had been opened for him. Oaf was indeed quite trainable.
