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Her head tilts. “Well, if you say so. I can release these details online, and we can both watch and wait for how she reacts. Maybe there are some moments in those letters where you’ve done the same thing to her. I bet it would make her feel violated, don’t you think?”
“Fuck you.”
“Exactly,” she gasps. “That’s all I need to make this all go away.”
I push my chair back nearly a foot. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Fuck me, Carter, and I’ll ditch the story. I will give you every copy and every photo down to the originals. I’ll give you everything you want, and all I need is for you to fuck me one more time.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I say through my locked jaw. “If I see you again, it’s going to be very, very bad, Lilian.”
She leans forward, her skirt coming up more while she throws her ass into the air. I look away, the sight of her thong coming into view. She pushes her arms together, making her breasts look bigger than ever, and I can only move my focus along the far wall, uninterested in her attempts to bait me into trouble.
The door flies open, and I nearly jump out of my seat in a panic. For some reason, I expected Isabella, but instead, it’s Tristan holding a coffee cup. He gives me a concerned look before backing out of the office slowly. He disappears from the glass walls, and I walk to the other end of the office.
“Get out of here before I throw you out the window,” I warn.
She finally gives in, gathering her things before she saunters from my office. “I’ll be back, Carter Blackthorne. This isn’t over.”
When she’s gone, Tristan barges into the room. I don’t have the energy to face him right now, instead opting to lean my forehead on the bookshelf.
“I’ve pinned you for some pretty bad shit, boss, but I didn’t see you ever cheating on Isabella.”
“Did you see my dick out?” I snap.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “No, that’s fair. But that woman was—”
“She was blackmailing me, dammit.”
“With what, exactly? A blowjob?”
“She’s an old fling I scorned. She wants to do it again, no doubt to ruin things with Isabella. I didn’t partake, of course, but she’s going to write something online about it if I don’t.”
He gives me a blank stare. “So, what are you going to do?”
“The only thing there is to do, Tristan. I’m going to take her down… and not in the way she wants.”
Chapter Seven
Isabella
Anita is a godsend. She barks at the movers as they come into the vast mansion. I’m already thankful to have her living so close by. It gives me time to explore, the owners hardly waiting to drop off the key and get the hell out of there. I pace through the large, open foyer, the even larger living room, and the massive, dark marble kitchen. The tile and countertop are nearly black.
It’s an interesting look, one that I oddly know Carter will enjoy. The living room has two fireplaces and enough space to heat up a football stadium with both. I poke my head into the spare rooms downstairs before making my way to the next floor.
The master bedroom is nearly the size of the living room on the first floor. It has a large fireplace on one wall, with another near the bathtub in the attached ensuite. My stomach growls for something to eat while I’ve only made it halfway through the house, finding a spa, a movie theatre, and another spare kitchen. There are almost a million other bedrooms, but I don’t concern myself with having to fill all this space.
Carter can focus on that. I just want to get our bed set up so we can be together properly tonight.
Coming downstairs, I see Anita has been joined by some company that doesn’t consist of the movers. It’s a few women, the group adorned with tall heels and full faces of makeup. I didn’t bring anything to change into or spare mascara to at least make myself look presentable. I was just coming over to stay the night and catch up with family.
Now, I feel overwhelmingly underdressed in my new home.
Still, I greet the women with polite nods while they comb over the sight of me. They all have perfectly curled hair, flawless skin, and long, unmanageable nails that are covered in extensive designs. I hide my hands in my pockets after a moment, feeling even more pathetic than before.
“Everyone, this is Isabella Julis. She’s the new neighbor. Isabella, these are the ladies of the block. They’re all housewives as well,” Anita says.
I nearly choke, wanting to correct her title for me. I keep it to myself, though. “Hello, everyone. It’s great to meet you. I wish I had worn something better, but this is all a shock to me.”
