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“Allow me to segue off your unexpected moral conduct. It’s the principle.”
“Come for me. And me alone.” It’s wishful thinking, but I say it anyways. Later, I’ll have Burt rewire their silly, little quids.
"You and everyone connected to you, sir," he replies.
“Then your entire system is fucked.” I end the call. Taking on a sharp gleam, I contemplate exterminating any assassin sent my way. They aren’t privy to my true identity. That’s how X-Member works. Their best angle is a Whitson.
Dr. Jonah Whitson or Luxury Whitson.
Fuck me!Just hours ago, I groveled and offered my Little One all I have. They’ll use her to target me. But selfishness won’t allow me to leave her alone.
Besides, she’s vowed to be mine.
What’s more? These customer-centric arseholes may send another assassin to finish off Dr. Whitson. I will not rest until I’ve uncovered the mystery surrounding Whitson, and I will not allow Luxury to suffer another tragedy.
25
LUXURY
Day Twenty-four
Money problems. That blows my mind. On Saturday morning, I awoke around three a.m. and overheard Victor’s argument. He owes five hundred thousandpounds,not dollars, which would still ring the alarm.
He barely allowed me to leave on Monday morning, and although days have passed, Victor’s poor choices plague my thoughts while I situate the potted plants around the Urban Gardens’ welcome mat. He’s apparently on an extended stay on the tip-top of the Hotel Delacroix yet won’t pay a debt. And Victor has a friggen assistant, too. Burt seems nice enough but not too comfortable in his own skin. When he opened the door to drive me home, Burt tugged anxiously at his jeans and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. Perhaps he’s worried about how long he’ll have a job. Or maybe Victor owes him back pay?Way to place your priorities, Vic.
“Looks like you need this.”
I straighten up as Deon gives me a once-over.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur, accepting the outstretched iced coffee.
“Need someone to talk to?”
About a narcissist’s money problems, no thanks. That’s none of my business. “Deon, I thought you had a new routine.” I gesture, lifting the caffeine booster.
“You’ve had company recently.” Deon hides a healthy dose of jealousy by sipping his drink. For a moment, I almost crave Victor’s icy gaze if he saw that I had other prospects.
“Yup, company.”And what I wouldn’t do to call Victor mine.
While running a hand over the back of his neck, a smile creeps onto Deon’s face. “I’ve ordered every kind of tea available, all to see if we could chat for a while, and it would lead to you going out with me.”
Brows lifted, I mumble, “You never said anything.”
“Ask out theinventor’s daughter?A man takes his time with someone like you.”
Astonished, I blush. “Well, thanks again for the drink.”
“It’s nothing. I’m glad I got you a pick-me-up this morning. Maybe I’ll have a shot one day.” Deon backs away with a smile.
Internalizing his words, I feel my shoulders slump. Again, Mom’s supplications are in the back of my head.My dearest Lux, I wish you adventure on this journey we call life. Victor’s nothing short of a jaw-dropping escapade. Could my entire life revolve around adventure?
Could I really have a shot with Dr. Victor Finch?
I’ll take long-distance with Victor over caffeine and another man’s arms any day.
“Oh, Vic, you’re an experience like none other. A gamble . . .”
Then again, Mom said,Listen to your heart and weigh out risks. Of all the advice I treasure from Momma, I never pondered this one.
