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“If you don’t want me joining a conversation about me, then have it when I’m not around,” Lex says before strutting away, leaving the three of us to watch as she sashays toward her office.
The younger Debrosse attempts to mask a snicker with a cough, saying, “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Where indeed,” Kordin murmurs, focus solely on Lex’s ass in a tight black pencil skirt like he’s in a trance before asking, “Why’d you let her stay?”
Kaisin sobers. “She said she was fine. She insisted.”
Kordin turns his attention on his brother. “I told you she would.”
“I tried.” He waves where Lex just was. “But she…”
“You should’ve tried harder.” Kordin notices me still here, listening, and releases another chuckle. “My wife, she’s far too ambitious. Sometimes to her own detriment.”
That’s an odd thing to say. Then again, so is admitting he lost his ring inside his wife’s pussy.
“Actually, Lenox hasn’t been sec—”
“For fuck’s sake,” Kordin interrupts, his voice sharp. “What do I have to do to get some coffee around here?”
Kaisin snaps his fingers, and like magic, an intern appears holding a mug of light-brown liquid.
“How’s it taste?”
The intern’s eyes widen as he stammers, “I…I don’t know. I didn’t try it.”
“Better not have. You heard what I did the last time someone touched what belongs to me?”
Between Kordin puffing up his chest, acting like he actually did something to me—the someone he’s referring to—and the intern’s head almost snapping off his neck from nodding too hard, I almost crack up laughing. Hollows are so fucking pathetic.
“Kaisin, take me to my office. I’ve got a pressing matter to attend to.”
Kaisin positions himself behind his brother’s wheelchair, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out how to operate it. The short side of a laptop sticks out from the back pouch like a lighthouse on a jagged shore, illuminating the preferred path.
It’s not the only one though.
“Follow,” Kordin orders the intern without sparing him another glance.
I wait until they’re gone from sight before returning to my cubicle for the bag I brought in this morning, then I start in the direction of Lex’s office.
“Did you know he was getting released today?” I ask once her door’s closed.
“I had an inkling,” Lex answers without taking her eyes off her laptop.
An inkling? What does that mean?
“I don’t want you to fuck him.”
“Your jealousy’s going to be the death of you.”
Unconcerned, I shrug, telling her, “Doubt it.” Jealousy’s new for me. I’ve never felt it like I do over Lex.
“Anyway, Kordin’s my—”
“I know who he is. I don’t care. I don’t want you fucking him anymore.”
She stops typing to meet my stare. I drop the bag on her desk as I sit, and she points at it. “Another book and flower?”
Rubbing my jaw, I nod absentmindedly, recalling Kordin and Kaisin’s conversation. Is that the trouble Kaisin was referring to at The Pen?
