Page 6 of Charming Deception

We’ll never see each other again.

I stalk back to the car with blood pumping to my cock. I’m half-hard, my pants are too hot, and I’m itching to get home and change out of this suit. I yank at my tie, loosening it, and I swear Locke smirks at me.

I feel way more agitated than I already did before we stopped.

I climb back into the Bentley and growl, “Take me home,” half wondering if one of my brothers planted that woman in the street just to fuck with me. A little welcome home gift.

Harlan.

Harlan would totally do such a thing. If he could.

As we turn the corner and drive past, though, I doubt very much that a woman like that would ever be bought or bribed by a man like Harlan Vance, for any price. She’s standing on the curb, wearing her backpack and holding the handle of her ridiculous bungeed suitcase.

I know she can’t see me through the tinted window, but her eyes seem to meet mine as she gives the car a little salute, like royalty’s driving by. Then she rolls her eyes like she’s mentally kicking herself.

I almost smile.

Then she’s gone from view.

Nope; way too sweet, not to mention human, to be on Harlan’s payroll.

I almost want to turn so I can see her out the back window, but I don’t.

Maybe instead of “Good luck,” I should’ve said, “Have dinner with me.”

Maybe I would’ve, if not for the game.

This fucking challenge.

I never actually thought my siblings hated me, even Harlan, but I’m seriously starting to wonder.

I’m also half sure they all expect me to fail.

Which is a huge question mark.

Do my siblings really want me out of the family business? Cut off from my inheritance? I can’t believe that, no matter how much we piss each other off. At the end of the day, we’ve always had each other’s backs.

One of them definitely wanted me to suffer through this no-sex dry spell, though.

Why?

We already lost a one-billion-dollar portion of Granddad’s estate to his now-not-so-secret lover, thanks to the little surprise in his will. Valerie isn’t even related by blood or marriage.

What next, I lose my entire inheritance to my siblings and lose my job to whatever greedy pion they promote to replace me, all over some ridiculous personal challenge gone too far?

No.

No way I’m going through this for nothing.

I’m almost halfway through this challenge; I just need to stay away from attractive women and stop thinking about sex every thirty seconds.

Like right now.

The hem of her little sundress fluttering as that sweet ass bounces in my lap…

And those plump tits bounce in my face.

I rearrange my package and decide to send a text to my—I assume—most sexually active brother. The one who owns a sex club.

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