AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I didn’t expect them.
“Joking.” She laughs so hard she bends over. “I was joking.” Then just like that, she rolls her eyes, steps back, and shuts the door in my face again.
CHAPTER 9
LOTTIE
Today’s the day. The day I’m expected to tell my parents I’m marrying an asshole, and at that, one of my father’s friends. A man who I’ve known––and had a crush on–– since I was seventeen. The same man who is blackmailing me with a sex tape. I’m definitely leaving that last bit of information out.
They can’t know that.
Even though I know if I did tell them, I could easily get out of this.
My father’s reputation has to be squeaky clean, and a sex tape of his daughter, yeah, that would soil his standing in the community. And we can’t have that. So, I have to go along with this.
Walking into Whiskey’s office area, I’m met with the same personal assistant. Her smile falters a little when she sees me, but she quickly recovers. “Mr. Whiskey is in a meeting.”
“Tell him I’m here. Please… It’s urgent.”
She nods and heads off to inform him I’m here. I sit on the sofa provided, and within a few minutes, his office door opens, and he strides out dressed in a perfectly fitting blue suit.
Whiskey’s eyes flick to the personal assistant before they fall back to me. “Urgent? What’s urgent?” he asks, but I know he’s also talking to his personal assistant.
“She told me it was, sir. You asked if Miss Snow came to the office to tell you straight away.”
Whiskey nods but his eyes remain firmly in place on me. “Bunny, what’s urgent?”
I stand, brushing my hands down the front of my skirt. My father usually prefers formal attire. He prides himself on having a daughter of elegance and class. But today I need all the brownie points I can get. So, I’ve dressed in a tight black pencil skirt, a light-pink silk cami, and I’ve finished the look off with a white jacket. A pair of Christian Louboutin sky-high heels? That’s just the cherry on top. At least I’m not in a damn dress. Though, I would prefer to be dressed in the clothes I like—give me a swing skirt, flats, and a short cardigan any day.
“You’ll be coming with me. Now. I have a meeting with my father in twenty minutes.” I look at my small Tiffany watch, which sparkles under the light, then back to him.
His eyes flick to the ring on my finger, then his eyebrows scrunch together in a frown.
“You have to book a meeting to talk to your father?” he asks, clearly confused.
With a roll of my eyes I answer, “Yes. He’s a busy man, you should know this.”
Whiskey scratches his chin and looks back over his shoulder at his personal assistant, who has a blank look on her face, then back to me. “Give me a minute.”
I sit as he walks off, and when he returns, he has his phone and keys in hand.
“You ready?” I ask.
He nods, and I follow him out.
He has a driver.
Actually, I’m glad he does. It might impress my father a little more, though I’m sure my father knows more about him then I do. My only winning card is knowing more about his penis and what he sounds like when he comes.
I hope so anyway.
We stay quiet most of the drive while Whiskey works on his phone, and I worry. I hope to god my father doesn’t lose his shit at me about surprising him with an engagement and marriage.
Shit! Fuckity, fuck, fuck! My palms are sweating as we pull up, and I have to remember what I’m here for. My mind goes blank while needing to remember why I’m doing this and that it’s for the right reasons.
“Just breathe,” he says next to me.
Damn! I almost forgot he was there. Almost.
