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I open my eyes and realize I have hot man muscles on either side of me, and when I look up, I see that all three of them are in bed with me. Xander’s perched on one elbow, and Zeke and West are still asleep. I roll onto my side to face him.
“My head is pounding. And I feel so embarrassed. I was so freaking drunk.”And I told West I loved him. Idiot!
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “You were cute and funny.”
“I was sick on West.” I close my eyes as a wave of shame washes over me. “Was he mad?”
Suddenly, there’s an arm slung around my waist and West pulls me closer to him. “No, I wasn’t mad, princess.” He kisses my shoulder. “Go back to sleep. You’ll feel better in a few hours.”
“I’m sorry I spent your money,” I add.
He nips my shoulder now. “I told you I gave you the damn card so you would spend my money. Now go back to sleep or I’ll spank your drunken bratty ass.”
Xander winks at me, and despite my throbbing head, I smile. Snuggling against the pillow and pulling Xander closer, I shut my eyes and drift off again, feeling happier than I ever imagined I could be.
ChapterThirty
WEST
“You know this is just a way for him to feel like he’s got a bigger dick than us, right?” Zeke grumbles as we wait in Jensen Michaels’s office. “Like we couldn’t have signed these papers in our lawyer’s office.”
I stretch my neck, feeling the tension already growing. Xander squeezes my shoulder and winks at me, reminding me that this will all be over soon. After merging three giants into one supernova—Hellsgate Media—we will be the owners of the largest media organization in the western world.
“It’ll be fine, buddy.” Xander gives Zeke a reassuring pat on the back. “And this is the last time we have to see the slimy prick. This time next week, it will be done.”
Zeke rolls his eyes but nods.
“Besides, we all know our dicks are way bigger than his, right?” I add.
That gets a laugh out of him just as Jensen and his secretary walk into the room. The asshole’s face twists with contempt as he takes a seat behind his desk. I understand why he hates us. He’s wounded and acting out. Like a dying animal striking out one last time before being willing to accept defeat.
“Are you three out of your fucking minds?” Snarling, he tosses a stack of papers onto his desk. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re the new contract terms I drew up yesterday.
Zeke bristles beside me, but I shoot him a warning look. He doesn’t need to smash Jensen’s face into the desk, despite how much he wants to.
I narrow my eyes at Jensen. Thieving fucker. “It’s a fair deal given our recent discoveries.”
“It’s fifty-seven million less than we agreed.” Spittle collects in the corners of his mouth.
Leaning forward, I plant my hands on his desk. “You stole your employee’s pension funds, asshole. Funds that we are willing to replace so that no one will ever know what a lying, thieving piece of shit you really are.”
“That amounted to thirty-two million dollars. I was going to put it back as soon as the sale went through.”
“They’ll be our employees, not yours. We will be the ones to put it back.”
“And the extra twenty-five million?” He bangs his fist on the desk like an angry toddler.
“Call that our compensation.”
His face turns beet red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish on a line.
Xander chuckles and crosses his legs, resting his ankle on his thigh. “Careful, JM, you’ll give yourself another cardiac event if you keep foaming at the mouth like that.”
“Fuck you, you—you little bastard fuckers,” he sputters.
“Or we can just tell the Feds what you did,” I suggest.
“You greedy bastards. Don’t you have enough money without—”
