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"Either way, I'm glad I met you, Sloan. I'm so glad." Paul stood and wrapped his arms around Sloan's waist and buried his face against his chest. "Every minute that I am with you, life improves, and my understanding of the world and of you and yours gets more clear. I am falling in love with you, Sloan. I don't know if you're ready to hear that, but I have to say it, or I'll burst."
"I love to hear it, sweetheart, and please say it as often as you like." He tilted Paul's face up to his and kissed him very sweetly and tenderly. Paul felt better just being in his arms. He could handle anything life threw at him as long as he had this man close by. "I love you too, and trust me, baby, it only gets better with time."
“I trust you.”
"Now it's time for retribution," Sloan said and glanced over at Rian. "Everything ready?"
“Everything is ready.”
“Put it into motion.” Sloan was going to make everyone who had a hand with Paul’s pain and suffering pay for what they did. Rian did as he was instructed, and then they waited. It wasn't long before Paul's phone began to ring.
“It’s my old boss, Mr. Rye.” He said and went to answer it, but Sloan stayed his hand for a second.
"Whatever he says and whatever he offers, tell him no." He could see that Paul was slightly conflicted, but he could also sense that he would do as he was asked. "You don't need him or Austen Fields; you can do better, trust me." Paul nodded, and the fact that he was feeling secure was clear, and he then answered his call.
He put the call on speaker, so they all listened as Mr. Rye begged Paul to take his job back and offered to provide him with a larger apartment and to have it completely furnished and ready in an hour. He apologized over and over, blaming it on a miscommunication, and then he offered him a substantial raise. Sloan would have led with the pay raise, but some people will try to save a dollar even in the face of probable ruin.
"No, thank you, sir. I'm looking at other options right now." Paul answered while holding Sloan's gaze, and Rye's shock was obvious. He expected him to jump at the chance to return to the Austen Fields Company.
"Don't be hasty, Paul. This is an unusual opportunity. Don't throw it away." Rye was not happy.
"I've relocated, and I'm not interested in working for a company that would fire me on a Saturday afternoon, for no reason, might I add, and then evict me without a care or concern as to my welfare." Sloan loved Paul's fortitude in the face of all that was happening to him.
"We had a cause, but I didn't want to get into it with you over the phone." That made no sense at all.
“What was the cause?” Paul’s tone was becoming colder with each response.
"I don't want to discuss it over the phone. Come to the office. I'll meet you there, and we can discuss this in person." Rye suggested.
“No thanks.”
"I'll come to you. Where are you, Paul?"
“Not interested, goodbye.” Paul closed the call as Rye was begging for more time.
"What an absolute tool," Rian commented.
“Why does he want me back? Why does he care?” Paul asked and took a step back to regard the two brothers.
"His life and livelihood are collapsing around him," Sloan said. "I'll explain further when our guests arrive; about ten minutes later, his phone rang.
"There is a Mr. Allan Pierson, a Mr. Camden Mitchell, and a Mr. Joshua Mitchell requesting to see you, sir." Sloan's assistant waited for his answer.
“Show them in Micheal.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rian stepped forward and touched Paul's arm, getting his attention. He then indicated to Paul to please follow him. Sloan wanted to make sure his adored one was safe, so he had his brother take him to the back of the room and stand with him. Sloan didn't know what to expect from these men, especially Joshua, but he wanted his adored present to witness the exchange that was about to take place.
Sloan stepped forward when Michael approached his door. "Come in, Michael." He bade and waited as he entered with the three men behind him. "Thank you, Michael." Michael nodded and stepped back to stand by the door.
Michael was his assistant but also a fierce warrior. The three men standing before him had no idea of the danger they were in or the power of the men standing around them. They were vampire warriors and assassins, and these three thought they were there for a business meeting.
Pierson began with a similar explanation to what Rye had stated. "It was a misunderstanding, and I hope we can work through this." He motioned for Camden Mitchell to speak, and when he did so, it was with guile and hubris, not a winning combination in his present company.
"Paul Masters is a nobody and means nothing in the present circumstances. He's a small man who needed to be brought to his knees, which is a common practice in business and affairs." He turned to regard his son. "I don't know what he is to you, but I doubt he is of any real consequence and certainly not worth the trouble you're going to get."
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Sloan exploded and took a few steps closer, and all three men hurriedly stepped back. Pierson tried to speak, but one dark glance from Sloan had him swallowing his words. Sloan raised his hand, and Paul moved from the back of the room where they had apparently not noticed him, up to stand beside him. Sloan placed his arm around him and riveted the three with a deadly glare.
