Page 41 of Promise Kept

In some fucked up way we’re all a bunch of liars.

That’s what made this business happen in the first place.

Sitting there, watching beautiful women strip, somewhere deep in the darkest parts of our souls, wanting more… craving more…

Then coming up with a wild idea and a plan.

Hux fucking running with it and here we are.

“I’m going to look around the entire place,” I say.

“And?” Julian asks.

“Just…”

“It’s your business too.” He then steps in front of me. “Someone else’s too.”

Referring to Larissa. Again.

My jaw tightens.

As we approach the office, Julian gets a phone call.

He steps away to take it.

I open the office door to all of its luxurious glory.

I’m meeting with a handful of lawyers who have too many questions.

I don’t make it more than a few minutes before I ask them all to leave.

“It’s business as usual,” I tell them. “Everything runs the same. We keep it as is. That was the promise we all made.”

Even though I don’t recall the part where Heston gives his share to Larissa and the rest of the guys here just go along with it.

I picture Larissa walking around here.

Seeing the strippers.

Knowing she’s far more beautiful than most of the women we have here.

I wonder if she would end up feeling tempted…

Or better yet.

What if she went downstairs?

She has no idea… there’s no way she has any idea…

As I begin to walk behind the desk, the office door opens.

I turn, lip curled, ready to spit fire at whoever has the balls to open the office door without so much as a courtesy knock.

No balls here…

It’s Tamara again.

Larissa’s mother.

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