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“Sir.” He answers as I saunter through the doors and directly up to the penthouse Rogue’s staying in.
???
We’re two hours into this ass-kissing cocktail hour and I’ve had enough.
Across from me, Rogue stands in a circle with three shareholders, listening intently to one of them as he energetically recounts what I’m sure is an incredibly dull story of the ‘good ole days’.
If the barely concealed look of boredom on Rogue’s face is anything to go by, then I’m right.
Phoenix is sitting in an armchair off to the side, sipping a glass of whiskey with a distant look on his face.
“Everything alright, mate?” I ask him.
“Yes.” He says. “I’ve had enough socializing for today.” He drains his glass and stands up. “I’m going back to the hotel.”
He gives me a chin tip and walks off.
I’d like nothing more than to follow him. The thought of taking off my suit and kicking back with a drink and a game has me almost salivating.
Unfortunately, I know that Rogue needs my support tonight. I’ll stay as long as he needs me to, but I’m not doing any more small talk. Phoenix was onto something with this whole sitting off to the side thing.
I wonder what Thayer’s doing.
Is she feeling better?
She was annoyed when she left me earlier this afternoon. Whether she was willing to admit it to herself or not, hearing that I wasn’t looking for a long term relationship had pissed her off.
Which meant that at least part of her fancied me enough that that news had come as a disappointment to her.
A thrill zings through me at that thought. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what my plan is with her.
All I know is I crave her.
I’ve never felt such dark, possessive desire for someone.
I need to touch her, to bury myself in her, to mark her. Originally, I’d thought this was going to be a one and done thing.
Get her to submit to me, fuck her out of my system and move on.
That was before, when I thought I’d get her under me easily, with barely any effort at all.
Like I usually did.
Now that she’d made this the challenge it’s become, one time sure as fuck isn’t going to be enough.
I’d fuck her to punish her, to teach her a lesson, repeatedly and until I’d had enough.
And if the avarice with which I thought of her was anything to go by, it’d take some time before I’d sate my appetite.
A hum vibrates in my chest at the thought, almost a purr.
Still, I hope I didn’t inadvertently push her back closer to that fucker in Chicago by telling her the truth.
Thunderous clouds obscure my vision at the thought.
I hadn’t meant to tell her about not looking for a serious relationship, it’d just come out amidst the ‘vulnerable’ conversation she’d wanted to have.
It was better for her to know where my head was anyway.
