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I shrug and sip more at my whiskey.

“Anything else?”

“I never took the time to really get to know her, but she sure knew me.”

I remember the night when I’d snapped and fired her. She cornered me and took off her clothes. I ran away, afraid of how that might look—a male boss and his female employee, the power dynamic between us.

I terminated her employment immediately after that and changed my number.

But I still found her outside of my work, outside of my home.

She was crazy. Sheiscrazy.

Shit, maybe I attract crazy people.

“Now give me that number she’s been calling you from,” he says.

I show him my phone and he scrolls through my messages, his expression darkening with each second that passes.

Yes, I know it’s creepy, Lex. I try to avoid looking.

“Is this bitch for real?” he mutters and I just swig my drink in silence.

Because yes, yes she is. Now he knows why I left for months. To try and escape it.

Finally, he just swipes up and then hands me back my phone, leaning forward and typing something into his computer. And there it is, his beautiful ass perched right in front of me. I reach out and trace the thin line of his thong that is stretched across his hip.

He shudders slightly as he looks over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of this for you. Don’t you worry that pretty head of yours.”

I nod, my breath coming out in little pants.

“Thank you.”

“You can thank me when she’s gone.”

I nod, wondering if he will kill her and then wondering why I don’t really care. I need to see a doctor for my dick and a psychologist for my brain because I have some concerning issues.

Suddenly, Lex shuts down his laptop and eyes me.

“Now that that’s settled, let’s discuss Brenda and a custody arrangement.”

The shift in topic jars me slightly. I don’t want to talk about my grandma while I’m naked.

“I want full custody,” he says.

My eyes snap from his lace panties to his face, and I shake my head. “She’s my grandma. You can’t just keep her away from me.”

“Fine,” Lex says, looking slightly irritated, but really, is this man insane? I’m not going to stop seeing her just because he has some weird possessive streak. I mean, he can be possessive with me all day long, but not with my grandma. She’s been like a mother to me. She raised me when my parents were deemed unfit.

I’m not going to just stop seeing her. Even when I was away from her for six months, we talked nearly every day.

“When I’m with her, you’re not to be around. We can call it a ninety-ten split.”

“No, no way. I’ll see her whenever I want,” I say.

Lex’s eyes narrow. “Fine, fifty-fifty, and that’s final.”

“No. Absolutely not. I’ll see her when I want, and you can see her when you want. And if our paths cross, then so be it. I can be civil. Can you?”

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