Page 20 of Sin City


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I cut him off and leaned forward a little on my desk. “Yes,Greg,I have done my research on each and every single property in a three-mile radius to make damn sure I was getting the best deal for my––ourclient. And I made damn sure I had everything I needed before I even showed the property. You do not get to come in here and tell me what the hell to do or how to do my job. I am damn good at it.” My tone is cold. I sit back before I ask, “Again, this is the best property for our client.”

I see his jaw is grinding. I hit a nerve. Good. Fuck him.

His nostrils flare as his brown eyes narrow at me. “There is no need for you to be a bitch.” He sits back in the chair, dumping his arm over the back of the chair. When the sleeve of his suit moves up, his overly expensive golden watch glints in the fluorescent lights. “Surprised you landed this job here, to be honest. I mean you were mediocre at best at the last agency you worked for. I was the one who made the real money, whereas you got to show houses all damn day. Fuck, I am not even sure how you landedmyclient.” He laughs.

I remember how his laugh was one of my favorite things about him. Now it makes my whole-body break out into hives.

“I had to kiss this woman’s ass and practically suck her husband’s dick for them to even give me the time of day. Is that what you did? Fuck the wife and sucked the guy’s dick?” he shakes his head. “Na, forget it, you weren’tthatgood.”

It is taking all I can do not to punch him in his fucking Botox face. Before I can say anything, Jordan comes waltzing into my office like the fairy-gay-godmother that he is.

He stands in my doorway with the door partly open. “I am so sorry to bother you, Ms. Aria, but I wanted to let you know Mr. Chambers, yourhusband,called to let you know that he is on his way up since you have not answered his calls.”

Greg’s eyes practically jump out of their sockets. “Your husband? What in the ever-living fuc––”

I flatly smile at him. “Thank you for coming by, Mr. Knight, it has been entertaining. As I mentioned, the price is the price. I thinkourclient will agree on the deal we are being offered. Have a great day.” I remain sitting at my desk crossing my legs then arms, feeling a fringe of victory.

Greg mumbles under his breath while getting up from his chair. He buttons up his suit jacket with haste like he doesn’t care to see the hunk I snagged. But when he reaches the doorway to my office, he turns around to stick another knife into my confidence.

“Your marriage will never last. You could not even carry a baby to term. You have nothing to offer, but your unattractive, lazy ass…”

My eyes narrow at his hateful words. But when I am about to speak, I hear someone clear their throat. I look over Greg’s head, and I see Jameson is glaring at him. His tattooed fists are clenched, his jaw tight, and tension in all his muscles.

Greg turns around and scoffs at the sight of Jameson as he scans his tattoos, ripped black jeans, a plain white t-shirt stretching against his biceps, black combat boots, and shoulder length hair tied up in a man bun. When I see both together, Jameson is stalkingly taller, wider, and dangerous.

Turning back to me, Greg’s voice is laced with pure hatred and judgment as he throws his words at me. “Aria, just when I think you cannot sink any lower, you––”

“If you think for one second, I am going to let you speak to mywifein that way, I would think again, asshole.” Jameson moves closer to Greg, towering over him like a wall of solid muscle. “She is all woman. My woman. You just weren’t man enough to appreciate the goddess in front of you. I can make her body come alive from one single touch or look.” Jameson points his finger hard at Greg. “Don’t you ever tell a woman she cannot carry a baby you worthless piece of shit. If I catch you here again, in her office or anywhere else speaking to her in the manner you just did…I will kill you. Understood?” I can see the anger dripping off of him. Fuck, it’s hot.

Greg’s face is bright red, and I can tell that he is on the brink of losing his shit. Jameson crosses his big, tattooed arms, making his biceps bulge. I have to tell my vagina now is not the time to jump his bones. I mean, it would be hot to have Jameson fuck me in front of Greg.

Greg grunts angrily. “I will speak tomyclient about the offer and the numbers. I will have my assistant send it over.” He turns on his heels and walks out of my office, shutting the door hard.

After listening to Greg hurl his hateful words at me and witnessing Jameson telling him to go fuck himself in so many words, I did not realize I was holding in a breath. My heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest. All the years I was with Greg, I never truly stood up to him as he became more vocal on what a horrible person I was. Now that I am no longer with him in the emotionless marriage, I see my worth. Well, I am starting too. Jameson has been helping with that since our first night together.

Jameson is still facing the door in the same stance he was in before Greg left. “Angel, go face the window. Place your hands on the glass and do not move. Do not speak. Do you understand?” he orders.

My body is tingling with excitement, because I know what that tone means. I know what is going to happen. And all I want is for him to fuck the vision of seeing Greg today out of my mind. “Yes, Diablo.” I state firmly.

I walk over to the window in my office. Thank goodness we are in a tall building where no one can see in very well and all the offices have the door glass frosted. Thank gosh. I place my hands on the window and wait for him. I can feel myself getting wetter at the thought of what he has in store for me. For us. For him. My whole body feels like it’s going to explode if he does not touch me soon.

I hear him move to the door and lock it. I am thanking my lucky stars he as here when I needed him, and all that is holy for this frosted glass in all the offices.

“You are none of the things that piece of shit said. I hope you know that.”

“I know.” I say softly.

“I said no talking. With the mood that I’m in, I wouldn’t talk back.” He growls.

Do I want to push him? Yes, I absolutely fucking do. I want to see what he will do to me if I disobey him. I can feel myself becoming wetter and wetter at the image of what he is planning. I see him stalking up to me through the window. I lick my lips and my mouth goes dry.

“He said I was unattractive and a lazy ass––”

“I do not take lightly to someone disrespecting what is mine.” I feel him behind me with his hot breath against my ear. “I wanted to rip him limb from limb for how he spoke to you and how he made you feel with his hateful words. Because, Angel, you are none of those things. You are beautiful, sexy, empowering, kind, and your body is my obsession.” I gasp at his confession. “And I am going to show you how much I appreciate your body,” he whispers against my ear. “Show me what he’s missing.”

I watch as Jameson drops to his knees behind me. Trailing his strong, skilled tattooed fingers up my legs, he pushes my skirt up to my waist, then pulls down my lacy red thong. He helps me step out of it while he kisses each leg.

I let out a moan.

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