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… beautiful?
No…
… satisfying.
“I wanted to take this moment to say thank you,” I declared, forcing a smile through the pain currently shooting through my chest. “Thank you for fucking my fiancé.”
Chapter Two
REED
The sounds of curtains being drawn instantly pulled me from my sleep, and without opening my eyes, I already had my hand inside my side drawer.
“You point that gun at me, Reed Lawson, and I am calling in sick for a month.”
The calm, motherly voice was familiar, and thank God because it was the only thing that kept me from shooting first and asking questions later.
“Martha,” I rasped, trying to blink through the sun’s attack on my eyes. “Last time I checked, you didn’t work weekends.” I shoved the drawer closed and threw my legs over the side of the bed, sitting up.
“It’s okay, you’re paying me overtime,” she answered, and even without seeing her, I could already imagine the smug smirk plastered across her face.
Martha had been my secretary for almost six years. Other CEOs I knew were hiring young, attractive, straight-out-of-college graduates with degrees but no actual experience. Martha was older and hadn’t been to college, but the woman’s knowledge and skills were so impressive there was no doubt in my mind she could organize and execute a full military operation with perfect precision.
She was also the only person who could get away with walking into my bedroom unannounced on a weekend and waking me without losing their damn job—or their head.
“Um… what’s happening?” another voice questioned. This one coming frominmy bed.
I groaned and scrubbed my hand over my face.
“Sorry, love,” Martha apologized. She moved around the bed, crouching and picking up a pair of briefs off the floor and tossing them to me. “I’ll meet you out in the kitchen, Mr. Lawson.” Then she was gone, the bedroom door clicking softly closed behind her.
Something was happening, and it had to be important.
Martha was a mother and a wife, and we had talked endlessly about how important it was for her to spend her weekends at home with her family, doing whatever it wasrealfamilies did. The only time she came in during that time was when we were dangerously behind and needed to catch uporsomething urgent had happened and needed dealing with immediately.
The latter had me moving a little quicker.
“You really should tell your staff not to barge in like that. It’s kind of rude.”
Gritting my teeth, I ignored the commentary from the woman behind me. Trina Morris had recently fallen into fame thanks to a stint on reality television and had become friendly with a lot of socialites here in Boston and down in New York City.
And it wasn’t her first time in my bed.
Maybe she thought that fact entitled her to have a say on what I should or shouldn’t find acceptable in my own home.
She was wrong.
Dead wrong!
“Get dressed,” I told her, slipping the pair of briefs Martha had passed me and pulling them up as I got to my feet. “I need to find out what’s happening.” I walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind me, and as I headed down the hall to the kitchen, I made a mental note.
Never again.
My buddy, Bronson, had set me up with Trina—she was a friend of a girl he was dating.
At first, it’d suited me perfectly, our physical attraction winning out over everything else, and as a bonus, she didn’t follow up that first night with phone calls or messages, looking for another date. A couple of weeks later, I’d run into her at a charity event, and naturally, we left together.
Last night though, shejust happenedto be staying at the hotel where I was attending a conference.
