Page 32 of Donut Overthink It

“Shit!” Asher hisses before he pushes off the wall and runs out of his father’s office, passing me as if the building just went up in flames.

I watch the door close behind him and frown. “I, uh …” Looking back at my boss and his father, I say, “I’m confused.”

“Madison was not calling to speak to me,” my boss informs me.

“But she said …” She had said Kyle. She never said it was Aiden. She thought she was talking to Asher’s assistant, Bianca, which means she was probably a one-night stand last night since she had no clue he had a brother and father who works here with the same last name. “I apologize,” I say, biting my bottom lip nervously.

“No need to apologize,” Mr. Kyle Sr. says, taking his seat once again. “If my sons would have some manners, then the women wouldn’t have to go to such lengths to get their attention.”

My boss sits back down in his chair as well, giving me his back, and speaks. “You may go, Miss Burns.” He dismisses me with a flick of his wrist.

That was when I found out that Asher was just as big of a manwhore as Aiden. They are one and the same.

Andrea rolls her eyes, getting my attention. “This guy is such a prick, Hadley. Just quit.” She reaches out to grab my hand and gently squeezes it. “I will help you find another job.”

“At this point, I almost want to stay there just to rub my ass in his face every day,” I say, and her eyes narrow on me. She knows I’m gonna give it up. I can’t fool her.

“You’ll sleep with him,” she states, and I shrug my shoulder before taking another gulp of my drink.

“You’ve never seen him,” I argue.

“No man is that hot, Hadley. Attitude has a lot to do with it. And it wouldn’t matter what he looks like; I know what kind of person he is, and he’s an ass.”

I finish off my Long Island as I close my eyes, and my thighs tighten again at what he did to me in the break room today. “You don’t understand.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t.”

I sit back as she raises her hand to signal for me another drink, and I lick my lips. My head’s a little foggy. I think I’m getting drunk.

I pull my cell out and stare at his number. “Put that away before you do something that you shouldn’t,” she says with a chuckle. “When was the last time you had sex?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly.

“Then it’s been too long,” she says matter-of-factly. She nods her head to the guy sitting at the bar across from us. “Look at that guy. You could take him home tonight.”

“You don’t know that.”

She snorts as the bartender hands us two new drinks. I lift mine to take a sip.

“Look at him. He’s staring at your tits like he’s still breastfeeding.”

I spit my drink out across the bar. “Gross, Andrea.”

“What? He’s the one doing it. I’m just pointing it out.” She picks up her new drink. “Just saying you don’t have to spread your legs for the jackass when there are so many other guys who will fuck you just as good, if not better, and you won’t have to put up with their shit every day afterward.” She winks at me and then throws her drink back. Once she places it on the bar, she raises her hand for the bartender. “Two shots of tequila.”

AIDEN

I get off the elevator and walk into the office on a mission. Two things on my mind. One, it’s Friday, and two, my assistant.

“Good morning, Mr. Kyle.”

“Is Miss Burns in her office?” I ask, passing Millie’s desk

“Yes,” she calls out as I continue down the hallway, passing my office as well.

I walk into hers without even knocking and slam it behind me. She had a cup of coffee to her lips, but it dribbles down her chin when I barge in.

“Mr. Kyle.” She stands quickly, wiping the liquid off her chin with the back of her hand.

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