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He nods and taps his foot on the floor. “You need to stop the wedding. You don’t need the company. I need the money more than you do. Besides, you’re making more money than me as it is.”
I knew the real Tommy would come out soon enough, and I knew my mother wasn’t the real reason he came to visit me today. He really thinks I’m going to back out of a perfect deal.
Fuck that.
Fuck him.
It’s outrageous for me to step down from a position that’s going to benefit me, especially since he spent my childhood shitting on me. The narcissism runs deep with this one. He acts like he’s the best father in the world to me but wouldn’t give two shits if I died. Fortunately, the feeling is mutual.
I stand up and slide my hands into my dress pants pockets, trying to remain cool. “You don’t tell me what to fucking do.”
“We all know you’re getting married because of James’s company. I hired a PI on you, and I know you haven’t dated Poppy for long, so call it off before I bury you.”
I bang my fist against the table, rattling my stapler, pens and the keyboard. “You came into my office to make a fucking demand that you didn’t earn the right to. Remember, you don’t want any ties to me, so I’m not obligated to do shit for you.”
“I’m willing to make a deal with you.”
“Fuck you and your deal. Get out, Tommy, before I have security throw you out.”
“If you give me the company, I will give you forty-nine percent.”
“So you can find a way to get rid of me? Hell no.”
He loves making deals and as soon as I do something to piss him off, he’ll find a way to control me with it. He screwed over every business partner he had. He’s a snake in the goddamn grass, and I’m not going to give him the opportunity to bite me.
“I should have made your mother abort you when I had the chance to, but she begged me to keep you.”
His words don’t hurt as much as they used to. I’m used to his verbal abuse.
“You should blow your brains out. Do you need a gun?”
He gets up from the chair, a grin spreading across his face.
“You’re the reason why Harper passed away.”
That’s it! I’ve had enough of his shit. I stomp to him, and before I know it, my fist connects with his chin. Tommy stumbles back, then he charges at me, but a security guard barges into my office and holds him by the shoulders. They must have seen him when they were patrolling the hallway.
“Put him on the list of people not allowed to enter my building.” I grab him by the shirt. “If you ever mention Harper to me again, I’ll beat you until you’re a pool of blood.”
As soon as they leave, I sigh and rub my forehead. Tommy is right. If it wasn’t for me, Harper would be alive today.
Poppy
Isit in the VIP section of the hottest club in Manhattan and usually, I’d be in the mood to party, but not right now. It’s the only perk of being with Jasper, because being his fake girlfriend is annoying. I don’t feel like playing fake house with Jasper right now; he’s hot and cold, like the Katy Perry song. Even though I don’t want to be around him right now, my body is acutely aware of him, and my heart beats hard in my chest at the sheer nearness of him. I tell myself it’s because I haven’t gotten laid in a long time, it’s my body remembering the essence of him.
He places his hand around my waist, squeezing tight, and it takes every ounce in me to peel his thick fingers from around me.
Loud music thumps through the speakers, the club is packed with people. Jasper’s cologne invades my nostrils, making me feel weak in the knees.
A beautiful dark-skinned man wearing an Armani suit strolls up to us. He has a diamond earring in his right ear, and it matches his cuff links. Just like Jasper, he looks like he’s dripping in wealth.
Jasper releases me and hugs the guy. “Jeremiah, this is my girlfriend, Poppy.”
I want to correct him, tell him that we’re in a fake relationship, but I don’t.
His dark eyes narrow and a smile splashes across his face, showing off his straight white teeth. “It’s nice to meet you, darling,” he says with a southern accent.
I tilt my head to the side. “You’re from Georgia?” I ask.
