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As I trudge back to my office, I can’t help but feel defeated. When Miles brought me onboard, I was so excited to work with my brother and his best friend.
It seemed like an opportunity of a lifetime.
Now, I’m beginning to think this job is my worst nightmare.
Chapter five
Austin
Five Days Later
Ever since Shay joined Hungry Llama I haven’t been myself.
I spent the better part of the past decade despising her and everything she stands for. Now I’m supposed to supervise her and maintain some level of professionalism, though I’ve jerked off every fucking day—sometimes twice—since she joined the company.
It’s tough.
So fucking tough.
She’s so goddamn beautiful and has this way about her…
Argh! No!
I didn’t realize how much my hatred for her crept into my life until I’ve had to see her every day. It’s pervasive and, quite frankly, a little unhealthy. From the women I date to the type of people I surround myself with, I’ve made a conscious effort to avoid anyone who is any way superficial—like Shay. Anyone who puts too much effort into their physical appearance is out. Status chasers—out. Money flaunters—also out.
It was today o’clock when I realized I’m a fucking hypocrite.
A few days ago, Shay admired my designer jeans and commented about how much she loves my haircut. It made me cringe not because she was being complimentary to me about my looks—trigger alert—but I realized I’ve somehow become the very embodiment of the type of person I loathe.
I’m fucking shallow. It started when I began earning stupid money. For fuck’s sake, Hungry Llama’s valuation is currently over a billion dollars. Miles and I are billionaires.
I live in a five-million-dollar condo. I strictly wear certain brands of clothes. My grooming routine is meticulous bordering on obsessive. I work out, without fail, seven days a week so I look pleasing without a shirt.
Who the fuck am I and what happened to the Austin Andrews who couldn’t stand people like me?
Who the fuck am I trying to impress?
“Dude?” Stodge waves his hand in front of my face. “Eyes on the road.”
I shake my head to clear it of self-loathing. “Yeah, sorry.”
It’s the crack of dawn. Miles and I are driving to Crystal Mountain together instead of riding on the buses Shay arranged. I suggested it under the guise we could prepare for our presentations without interruption and get there before our executive team arrives.
In actuality, I need a reality check. Badly. I’m slowly going insane.
When I see Shay sashaying around the office in her sexy business outfits, I want to scream because I fucking hate her so much. I also hate that I want to fuck her until she’s the one who screams—with pleasure.
The fantasies I have of pulling her tight little skirt up over her ass, bending her over my desk and ramming into her from behind…it’s what I beat off to every single night. Mornings too. Sometimes during the day.
Jesus. I’m obsessed with her. Like I always used to be.
Not that I can tell Miles any of this. Inappropriate. So thoroughly inappropriate.
“We have two hours.” Miles switches the playlist to the ambient music he listens to nonstop. “Should we go over what we’re going to say?”
I switch it back to classic rock. “I can’t listen to that shit unless you want me to fall asleep and crash.”
“I thought it was copilot’s choice, my bad.” Miles reclines in the passenger’s seat. “So, you approved the agenda?”
