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“Doubt it. Prick is the only character trait you have.”
“Not true.”
“Oh, you aren’t calling me in some ridiculously concocted plan to further ruin an innocent girl?”
I’m silent, and he laughs again.
I can picture him shaking his head.
“Just as I thought,” he says. “You need to get over this, bro. She’s getting the money. Your father, prick that he was, left it to her for some crazy reason and was a complete dickbag to you and your family, but that doesn’t mean she had anything to do with it.”
“Mmm.”
“You know that, right?”
“Maybe. But—”
“No buts. Let the woman live her life. Leave her alone.”
I’m silent for a moment. “Well, that might be hard now.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I don’t answer him.
“Trent,” he says my name in a way that tells me I have no choice.
If I don’t answer, Price will probably hack into my surveillance system and see what’s going on at my house, and the last thing I need is for him to see how much I’ve jerked off to the thought of her. Not that he’d know it’s her I think of, but the timing isn’t a coincidence.
Payton in a short skirt, kneeling? Hand, meet dick.
Payton reaching up to dust my highest shelves, her shirt rising? Hand, meet dick.
Payton eating a banana in slow motion because she’s distracted by Carl fucking Jung? Hand, meet dick.
There’s a pattern here.
Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.
Jax’s company set up my surveillance camera, so it wouldn’t be very hard for him to invade my privacy. Actually, come to think of it, it’s probably a good thing he doesn’t know Payton is living with me. That means I can trust my security team not to tell him. He found me the men I employ. If I ever wondered about where their loyalties lie, this proves it. My loft is as secure as Fort Knox, unlike my office building. Take Paul’s unannounced visit. He took the service elevator, a well-paid bribe to a building employee granting him access. That breach has been taken care of.
Nevertheless, I have to say something because this is Jaxson Price. If he wants to find out, he will. It’s better if it comes from me.
“I moved her in with me,” I admit.
“What the fuck, Trent?” His voice is loud enough that, if someone were near my car, they would hear him.
Also, damn, my ear hurts.
I shrug, even though he can’t see it. “It’s just easier this way.”
“In what universe is keeping her locked in your house easier?”
“This is different.”
He groans over the line. “How?”
“She’s not locked up.”
