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Last night, I’m sure William thought the Feds were there for him too. I saw it in his face as they marched in. The truth is they should have been. His crimes were substantially worse than Conrad’s.
The only reason he’s not behind bars is because I chose it.
I need William Wright on the outside as much as I need his beautiful, fiery daughter, who is stuck in my head, haunting me as badly as the ghost from my past.
Aurora figured me out. She knows last night was my doing.
I wanted her to.
From where I stood on that balcony, I could see the realization forming in those bright blue eyes as she stared back at me trying to work out why I was there.
I knew the moment she put two and two together and came up with the answer.
Seeing her again like that fit right into the gray area of my life where things are neither good nor bad. Certainly, seeing her there with her almost-fiancé wasn’t good.
That shit had to be arranged. I didn’t peg her as the type of woman to hook up with a stranger when she has a serious boyfriend.
What do I know, though?
Maybe I’m just being a possessive fucker because the taste of her still lingers in my mouth, and for those few moments that I had her, she was all mine.
Feeling her lush body pressing into me as I pleasured her and having her come on my hands is still riding my mind like the devil.
After crashing her engagement party with the Feds and sending heralmost-fiancéand his father off to jail, I’m sure our next meeting will be full of fireworks.
I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor and make my way to William’s
office. It’s the large one at the end with the open door.
I walk right up to the door and find him inside. He’s sitting behind an elaborate mahogany desk that looks like it belongs in the president’s office. Scattered across the surface are stacks of papers and file folders.
I look William over, sizing him up. The only thing about him that resembles Aurora is his eyes. Other than that, I wouldn’t even know they were related. Aurora’s white hair gives her a Scandinavian look, while William looks like the standard all-American guy.
Seconds pass of me just standing there watching him, but William doesn’t see me.
He’s too busy shuffling through the papers, searching in an almost frantic manner. His face is a portrait of creases and wrinkles from the worry.
His mouth is wide open like he wants to shout with distress, but there is no sound.
Everything in the room looks as out of cadence as him. From the stack of books on the far side of the room that looks like the leaning tower at Pisa to the scatter of papers on the floor by the chaotic bookshelf.
Finally, he looks up and notices me. In that moment, his face turns a sickly shade of white.Corpse white.
He straightens and tries to look unfazed by my presence, but the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbling as he swallows is a tell he’s shitting himself.
“Knight Grayson.” Another hard swallow, then a sheen of sweat emerges on the side of his face.
I return his greeting with a humorless smile. “William Wright.” I walk into the office but stop when I’m a few paces in and point back at the door. “Open or closed?”
“Closed.” He sets his shoulders back and keeps his gaze pinned to me, analyzing my actions.
I close the door and make my way to the chair before him. There I plant myself, cross my right leg over my left, and place the envelope on my lap. Once I’ve settled, I already look like I’ve stolen his power.
“So, we finally meet.”
“Finally.” He presses his lips together briefly, then pulls in a breath as his eyes drift toward the envelope. “Is it all true? I mean, what you know about me?”
“Yes.”
