Page 17 of Donut Overthink It

He spins around, and my words cut off as his eyes drill into mine. “Get out,” he orders, and like his good little slave, I do as he says. Turning around, I run back to the elevator, listening to the door slam shut behind me.

AIDEN

I’ve been tense all day. And in a fucking bad mood. Those pictures she showed me left a foul taste in my mouth. And no matter how hard I try to talk to her, she’s only ignored me ever since she stormed out of my penthouse. She sees me in the hall and runs the opposite direction. After the way I advanced on her at the restaurant last night, I’ve given her space and not pushed her to face me.

I lean back in my chair as my brother sits across from me, examining the pictures. “Who all has seen them?”

“Just you and her,” I answer.

He tosses them onto my desk and sighs. “Why were you this close to her in the first place?”

My brows draw together. “Are you accusing me of something?”

He nods. “I sure as hell am. Look how close you are to her. I can see it all over your face and the way you have your hand in her hair. You were coming onto her. Do you have something going on?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

I run a hand down my unshaven face. “Maybe you were the one who took them,” I say defensively. “You were there with Dad and me.”

He snorts “Please, like I have time to get involved with one of your whore—”

“Watch it!” I warn, interrupting him.

He lets out a long breath. “I really like Hadley. And it pisses me off that you would think I would even consider doing something like that to her. It wasn’t me. You can even ask Dad. I never left the table, and you couldn’t see you two from where we were sitting.”

He’s right. “Then who could have taken them?” I ask out loud.

“Maybe her date,” he offers.

“Maybe. But I just don’t see that. You didn’t see the guy. I can’t see him getting up, taking a pic of us, and then going back to his date with her. He would have run out crying like a pussy.”

The thought of anyone watching her makes my blood boil. I’m so possessive of her already, and I haven’t even had her.

“You need to fire her,” he suggests.

“You need to stay out of my business.” I growl. He’s telling the truth, but I can’t do that now. That was my plan just yesterday but now? Now I can’t, knowing someone took pictures of us together. What if these got out?

“Look.” He sighs. “You’ve never been this type of guy …”

“I know!”

“You need to let her go. Save you both the torment. You being a shitty boss…” He shrugs. “Although that part’s not new, the whole I wanna screw my employee is. And that can be very bad.”

“You think I don’t already know that?” I snap.

“Then what are you waiting for?” he asks, sitting back in his chair as if the decision to let her go is that simple. If I fire her, I’ll never see her again. I’ll never see that perfect round ass walk out of my office. Or those big tits hidden behind her tight fitted shirts. Or see that smile she gives everyone in the office but me. He points at the pictures. “Maybe those have nothing to do with her. Maybe they have everything to do with you,” he offers. “Lord knows you have a lot of enemies in this town along with a long list of fucks. You let her go, and maybe the pictures will stop coming.” He places his arms out wide as if he is God and had just answered a prayer.

I just keep thinking it will get easier. But each day gets harder. I open my mouth to speak when I hear her over my intercom. “Mr. Kyle, your three o’clock is here.” Her voice is brusquer than usual due to our fight in my penthouse earlier, and I don’t blame her. She looked terrified, and she was crying. Fuck, I didn’t know what to do with her. I don’t do well with women who cry. And then she became angry. Anger I can deal with. I stepped into her, and she backed down in no time. She’s afraid of me, and a big part of me liked it. Had me hard behind the towel. I wanted to rip it off, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her off to my room. Where I took my anger and frustration out on her.

The fact that those pictures turned up is bad. Very bad. I don’t like knowing that someone is watching her. Capturing her. How many more pictures has this person taken of her? And what does he plan on doing with them?

“Mr. Kyle?” she snaps when I don’t answer her, and the sound of her voice still has my cock hardening on its own. Fuck, I’ve got to do something.

I look up at my brother who stares at me with a smirk on his face. “Fuck you,” I spit out as I stand.

He chuckles. “I get laid just fine …”

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