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Stacy lifts an eyebrow. “Everyone knows how the Dunnes earned their wealth.”
“Of course.” A tennis center for children wouldn’t want to have any association with a brothel empire. “How major are the Dunne family contributions?” I can’t help but ask.
“Probably as much as that bracelet on your wrist.”
“I don’t have even the slightest idea how much it’s worth,” I tell her honestly. “A lot?”
“I bet that ice is worth about the same as this building we’re standing in.”
“Really?”
“Really. But we both know there are more important things than money.”
“There are definitely some things money can’t buy,” I agree. And I would like to think that I’m one of them.
Why would Lochlan ever want to be with someone who can be bought for the right price like one of his whores?
Unless…that’s all he’s ever known—women who trade sex for cash and pretty things. He’s never said much about his mother, which makes me wonder if she was only with his father for his mountains of money.
It’s none of my business. And even if I asked, I doubt my husband would tell me anything about his life.
While Lochlan may tolerate having conversations with me during breakfast and dinner, all he really wants from me is my father’s empire and sex.
Money, power, and sex is all he’ll ever want.
And I refuse to be another one of his whores.
Lochlan
It’s been a week since the afternoon I watched Sophie get herself off. Seven days since I saw her naked. The few times I’ve allowed myself to check in on her through the video surveillance she was fully clothed, never using the toy, much to my disappointment.
And while most men would love to be in my shoes, standing before two beautiful naked brawling blondes, I would rather be at home eating dinner with a woman who thinks I’m a disgusting bastard.
“Well, boss, what are you going to do about this bitch?” Dana asks. I’ve just heard both sides of the argument about why she and Tricia were in a hair-pulling fight trying to claw each other’s eyes. Apparently, Dana took Tricia’s regular client because she ran over on time with someone else. Dana shouldn’t have tried to poach the man, but Tricia shouldn’t have been late for an appointment. The red, bleeding marks on both their faces mean no shift tonight or for the next several ones, so I make my final decision. And I’m still wondering why the fuck I’m here.
“You’re both fired. Pack your shit and get out tonight,” I tell them which is met with swears and indignant scoffs. Turning to Mary, the house madam who is paid to run this place like a well-oiled cum machine, I ask her, “Why the fuck couldn’t you handle this without involving me?”
“Because Tricia and Dana are our two highest earners,” she explains while wringing her wrinkled hands as the two women begin to sob and shove each other again.
“Enough!” I yell at them. To Mary, I say, “So what if they are high earners? It’s the third strike for both of them, so they’re done.”
“What will we tell their regulars?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you tell them, and they won’t either. Tell them to pick another girl on the house for the first fuck if they bitch. But either way, those two are done. There are rules, and they don’t change for anyone. And the reason there are rules is so I don’t have to come down here and get involved in shit. Do your job, Mary, or the next time I have to come down here, it’ll be to find your replacement.”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again,” she promises with glistening eyes.
“Now get them dressed and out of here.”
Leaving the destroyed bedroom, I make it halfway down the stairs where Owen and the guards are waiting for me when my phone rings. I would probably have ignored a call from anyone other than Sophie’s guards or Warwick.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Hiring that PR firm is working. Marrying Snow White and taking her to the fundraiser helped like I told you it would,” my attorney says, getting right to the point. I’m not surprised that he also thinks my wife looks like the Disney princess. “The lawyers have all agreed to sit down for a settlement conference with both of us a week from today.”
“That’s a good thing, right? Rather than take our chances at trial?”
“As good as it’ll probably get if they’re ready to sit down and talk numbers in person. They want us to come to them in LA, though.”
