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I’d done that. Me. Sean mother-fucking Fox.
“What do we do now, Preston?” Micah asked, pulling my mind back to the reality of why I had no right to smile in that moment.
“He’ll do as promised, or he’ll offer a bit more time in the hopes he’ll get what he wants from you.”
Micah hadn’t been interested in the chance of calling Zerig’s bluff, but maybe we would get lucky and he was more greedy than vengeful over acts that hadn’t really happened. He’d extorted money out of other people in his past, and with Elite being a lucrative business, he would push for that cash.
But should the false news release and go viral?
Zack had stuck to his story, and both Micah and I believed him. If the need arose, we had dozens of clients who could vouch for Zack being a class act Elite. He was a rule follower to a T, kept to himself, and simply got the job done with incredible reviews. Outside mine, his dick was the most requested.
And since I’d dropped clients, he’d become the highest paid escort we had with Drake close on his heels.
“There’s nothing we can do but wait,” Micah said.
“Unfortunately,” Preston agreed.
I blew out an exhale, that sense of being overwhelmed and powerless creeping in to settle on my shoulders. I fucking hated the fact I couldn’t find a way out. There was no manipulating the situation to get what I wanted either.
“Go to class. Focus on that degree you’re hellbent on attaining,” Micah said after hanging up with Preston.
While I wouldn’t be able to sit still or focus, I nodded my agreement.
“It’s going to be okay, Sean.” Micah rounded his desk and ruffled my hair like I was a little kid.
I jerked away from him, scowling.
He actually fucking chuckled.
“How can you laugh at a time like this?” I glared while getting to my feet. Same as whenever we stood side by side, his size intimated my smaller stature. He was broad and thick while I was just lithe.
Sure, I had confidence in how I appeared—but only so long as my big brother wasn’t in close proximity.
“Not sure what else to do, to be honest,” Micah replied, making toward his office door. “One of us has to keep their chin up, ready for a possible staggering blow.”
Well, thanks for that dig, asshole.
Teeth clenched, I followed him out into the reception area.
BeckyAnne’s smile dissolved as our eyes met. She kept quiet though, and I left Micah’s mansion behind.
Rather than attending classes I’d already planned on skipping, I actually went to the gym. Two solid hours of cardio and weight lifting, and I buzzed from endorphins. I’d missed the feeling.
But my fucking stomach ached again.
I grabbed a bottle of antacids on the way home, popping the fuckers like candy. They took the edge off but not enough to allow me to focus on writing my fourth essay of the fucking semester.
What the fuck did essays have to do with an MBA? Like, seriously? Give me numbers any day of the week. Words and sentences, let alone stringing them together to make sense could eat shit and die.
Once more, I rested my forehead on my desk, not getting a goddamned thing accomplished.
At least my body would pass the fuck out from having beaten it into the ground at the gym. Resting without Matteo as my body pillow might actually happen on its own. But fuck, I preferred having him beside me.
Blinking tired eyes, I swiped my cell to life and shot off a text of what would make him long for me the same I did for him.
Me: What I wouldn’t give to kneel at your feet right now.
My heartbeat thumped heavily while I waited for his response, but my patience grew thin.
