Page 31 of Donut Overthink It

“But I do,” I mumble before taking another drink.

She snorts. “Then you’ll have no job and possibly be in jail.”

“One doesn’t seem worse than the other at the moment.”

She sighs heavily, understanding my dilemma. “What about those pictures?”

“What about them?” I ask, looking down at my phone. It blinks, notifying me of a message. I open it up to see a man from the dating app has sent me a request. I ignore it.

“Did you find out who sent them?”

I shake my head and take another drink.

She frowns. “I told you those were important.”

I shrug. “It was probably just some ex of my boss stalking him. Wouldn’t be the first time a Kyle boy has pissed off a woman who wants his head on a silver platter.”

I sit behind my desk, and a very angry woman’s voice fills my office. “I need to speak to him!” she demands. “Get Kyle now!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but Mr. Kyle is out of the office today.”

“Bullshit!” she hisses. “I’m down here in the garage staring at his car.”

My eyes widen. “Uh …”

“So you tell that fucking bastard that if he doesn’t call me back in five minutes, I’m going to slash every fucking tire, so when he goes to leave, he will have no other option but to face me,” she shouts before the line goes dead.

I get up from my desk and make my way down to his office, but he’s not there. “Where is Mr. Kyle?” I ask Millie as she sits behind her desk. I know he’s not in court.

“In his father’s office.”

I nod and thank her before heading to the other end of the thirtieth floor. It gets confusing having three Mr. Kyles working here. I’ve only been here three weeks so far, but I have found Mr. Kyle Sr. to be the nicest of them by far.

I knock on the door and hear his deep voice. “Come in.”

I walk in to see Mr. Kyle Sr. Sitting behind his desk with a bright smile on his face. My boss sits in a high back chair with his back toward me. And his twin brother, Asher, stands leaning against the wall, not looking as chipper as his father.

“What can I do for you, Miss Burns?” Mr. Kyle Sr. asks, and that causes my boss to turn around in his chair to face me.

I clear my throat, nervous to be in a room with all three of them. Just being around one is intimidating, but three? It has my tits sweating.

“Mr. Kyle …?”

“What is it, Miss Burns?” my boss asks, standing up and buttoning the single button on his black suit jacket.

“May I speak to you for a moment? We have a situation,” I say as my eyes go to all three men. They all three have those same blue eyes. And my first thought is what a waste they are. Such beautiful features on such dicks. Well, except for Kyle Sr. but he’s way out of my age range.

“Whatever it is, you can say in here,” Mr. Kyle Sr. encourages, and my heart starts to pound in my chest.

I look at my boss and shuffle from foot to foot. He hates me. And Bianca, Asher’s assistant, told me that I’ve been here the longest of any of his assistants in a while. Will he fire me for not handling it on my own? I’m not sure what the protocol is with his crazy lovers.

“Miss Burns?” he barks at me.

“A woman just called for you, and when I told her you were away from the office, she proceeded to tell me that I was lying and that she is down in the garage threatening to slash all your tires if you don’t return her phone calls,” I finish and take a deep breath.

His eyes narrow on me as if I’m the one threatening to ruin his precious car, and his father stands from his desk. “What?” he demands. “Who is this woman?”

“She said her name was Maddison.”

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