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“Noted,” he says with a slight narrow of his eyes. “Aspen is a lot more approachable than you in business matters. At least she doesn’t threaten me in my own house.”
“Property is proportional,”says me, who’s been fighting tooth and nail for my family home.I finally give the other man my attention. “Where are my manners? Introduce us, Ms. Leblanc.”
She gives me a glare that could cut through my nonexistent heart. “Jonathan, this is Kingsley Shaw. The co-owner of the firm where I work. Kingsley, this is Jonathan King. An English businessman who’s investing in the States.”
We shake hands, firmly, harshly even, and he barely escapes not having his fingers crushed. But the more I tighten my hold, the harder he does it as well, until we let go at the same time. What type of message is the fucker trying to send?
It’s with effort that I guard my nonchalant stance. “I didn’t know Ms. Leblanc’s interests reached the other side of the pond.”
He offers a reserved smile and speaks in a posh British accent that’s straight out of some historical show. “She’s resourceful that way, Ms. Leblanc. One of the best overseas solicitors I’ve worked with.”
I grind my molars and I’m not sure if it’s because of his words or how she glows with a prideful smile at said words.
“You’re one of my most valuable clients, Mr. King.”
He raises his glass. “To more fruitful partnerships.”
Asher and Aspen raise their glasses. I don’t.
“Glad to know Weaver & Shaw is of value to you,” I say instead. “Will your wife be joining us, Mr. King?”
“Unfortunately, no. I spare her the dullness of these events whenever possible.”
“She’s lucky to have you,” Aspen offers, and although it’s a statement that could be said out of courtesy, it ticks the last box of my patience.
“Indeed,” I say with masked anger, then swiftly but firmly grab Aspen by the arm. “If you’ll excuse us, gentleman. Ms. Leblanc and I have matters to attend to.”
I don’t even wait for their response as I drag her by my side and down the hall.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses under her breath, practically jogging to keep up with my long strides. “Kingsley! Let me go.”
Her nails dig into my hand, but no matter how much she scratches and claws, I don’t release her.
The audience that watches our movements might as well be invisible. All I can see are shades of black, red, and an undeniable urge.
I push her inside one of the rooms and slam her against the door.
She gasps, her lips falling open. “What the—”
Her words end in a gasp when I crash my lips against hers.
She’s stunned for a second before she tries to bite me, mumbling and clashing her mouth with mine.
Aspen and I don’t just kiss, we war.
We go to lengths that no one else would approach.
I grab a fistful of her fiery hair, biting her lip as hard as she bites mine. A metallic taste explodes in my mouth, staining my lips, and I’m not sure if it’s hers or my own.
I don’t care either.
Sinking my fingers into her dress, I bunch it up until it reaches her waist.
When my fingers meet her bare pussy, I groan, pulling away from her lips. “You’re not only soaking wet, but you came prepared to be fucked.”
“Screw you, asshole. How dare you interfere with my work—”
I thrust two fingers inside her cunt and that’s enough to cut off her words.
