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“Beckett, you can’t do that. It’s too much—”
I place two fingers against her lips, silencing her protest.
“Chance has deep pockets. I’m sure he’ll lawyer up with an army of sharks. But my pockets are much deeper than his. He duped you. He cheated on you. He cheated you. And to make matters worse, he was willing and ready to taint your reputation forever. What he did is reprehensible. Once a sex video is out there on the web, it’s a nightmare and costly to get it removed from every website.”
She nods.
“The law is on your side. Use it to your full advantage.”
“Thank you.” Arianne offers a shy smile. “Money—or lack thereof—is what prevented me from going after Chance the first time around. I’m glad it won’t happen twice.”
“No way.” I shake my head. “The asshole and his bitch need to be held accountable. The lawyer I got you is ruthless when it comes to protecting his clients. I also reached out to Larkin. He knows some of the best investigators in the business. We’ll put a team on the job to scour the internet as precautionary measures. We don’t want to leave any stone unturned.”
“Thank you,” she repeats.
“Don’t mention it.” I squeeze her hand. “Let’s talk about something else. We’ve already devoted enough brain cell matter to those lowlifes.”
“I’m with you,” she says before popping the last bite of muffin into her mouth.
“Do you want more coffee?” I ask.
“I’m good. Thanks.”
“Another muffin?”
She shakes her head. “I know I’ve said it before, but these are to die for,” she says in between chewing, pointing at her mouth.
She’s had high praises for Mom’s homemade dark chocolate and banana muffins. Not that I blame her.
“I’ll make sure to tell Mom you like them.”
“You mean, I love them,” she says.
I laugh.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I wouldn’t mind spending the whole weekend locked up in your mansion,” she says. “Did you have something in mind?”
“I did, but if you’re too tired…”
Her eyes light up. “I’m never too tired for sex!”
“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but this has nothing to do with my very big cock.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t look so disappointed.”
“What is this about?” Worry colors her words.
I push my chair back and angle it so I’m facing her.
I reach out for her hands and grab them in mine. “When was the last time you stayed at your sublet for longer than a few hours to clean-up the place and grab fresh clothes to come back to my house?”
She draws her brows together. “I can’t remember. It’s been a while—Am I crowding your space? Is this what this is about?”
I shake my head. “No.”
