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"Sit." I lightly slap her sexy butt.

"So bossy." She grumbles, biting her lip and looking at my crotch like she'd like me for breakfast.

I rummage through her cabinets for a mug, then fix her a rich mocha latte to take the edge off before I make some bacon and eggs.

"Hmm, delicious, thank you" She takes another sip of her drink. "What about work today? It's a long drive back for you."

I check the time, seeing it's just before 8 a.m. Although I already texted Danny to clear my schedule, there's something urgent I need to do today at the office. I can shower over there but I'd much rather use Bree's, and with her in it.

"I have clothes at the office. Can I use your shower though, I'm sweaty.”

“Of course. Although you smell great.”

I chuckle. “Not right now I don’t, you just happen to love my stink.”

“Ew Jordan.”

“Admit it Bree, you do, Always have. Remember that time when I caught you—”

“Jordan Farrington, I’ll kill you where you stand if you finish that sentence.”

I dissolve into laughter as she goes beet red, explaining, “Come on, jackass, I was seventeen and had never been that close to a man.”

I shake my head, not buying it. “Drew’s a man, so was Bobby.”

“You’re so annoying. And merciless to bring that up when I'm…"

"Horny? Turned on? At the brink of begging to be fucked?"

"Hungry!"

"Ravenous, I know." I whip off my t-shirt. "Look your fill." I turn back to the eggs and bacon.

"Jesus," she breathes "you're disgustingly cocky you know that." She's far from disgusted. The hitch in her voice tells me all I need to know.

“I love you too. Eat fast. Dessert's in the shower. And for the record, I’m fucking obsessed with the way you smell.”

Chapter 15

Jordan

Now at my office, I'm shaking with rage as I dial a number.

I don’t remember ever being this angry about anything. I managed to put a lid on it all the while I was with Bree because this morning, my priority was working through our issues.

Now, I'm seeking bloody retribution.

Father went too far this time. I know exactly what must have happened eight years ago. I just need to make the puzzle pieces fit together.

Framing an innocent man, threatening him to incriminate himself, blackmailing me, then this vile assault on Bree. Just how many other lives has he destroyed with threats and manipulation?

This stops right fucking now.

Mother picks up on the fourth ring.

“Jordan! How nice to hear from you. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Is this a secure line?” Right now I can’t put anything past Brendan Farrington.

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