Page 81 of Vicious Tycoon

I slapped his arm. “Stop.”

“Stop what, telling the truth? You want me to lie? Tell you I’m not thinking of all the dirty things I want to do to you?”

I giggled. “I’m pretty sure you already have.”

“I’m just getting started.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Casanova.”

I truly enjoyed being the center of his attention. He moved a little closer to me, causing his cologne to instantly assault my senses. It was difficult not to turn into him just to breathe in his scent.

“How about we talk about you blocking all my topless cues for the camera?”

He smiled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I thought you didn’t lie.”

“Got me there, gorgeous.”

“What if B. Night didn’t agree with your direction of how those scenes should turn out?”

“He liked it enough to accept my proposal of taking a pay cut if you didn’t have to go topless.”

My mouth dropped open.

“I warned you. I don’t share, sweetheart.”

Meeting his stance, I asked, “What about future roles? How are you going to control the narrative there?”

“Cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Nicholas Aires III, I can’t believe you.”

“Believe it,” he bit. “Any other cards you want out on the table?”

“I don’t know. Are you going to say something dirty or flirty?”

The truth was written all over his face. “Tell me something about yourself that no one knows,” he prompted. “Not even Alexis.”

“Now that’s a hard one. There isn’t anything Alexis doesn’t know.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you seem like the kind of woman who might keep some things hidden.”

“Let’s talk about you instead,” I countered, not wanting to talk about the things that kept me up at night.

“I’m an open book.” He smirked. “So ask me anything.”

“You tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

“Alright.” He nodded, carrying on. “When I was twelve, I found my father fucking his secretary on his desk in our vacation home.”

I gasped, jerking back. Never expecting him to confess that. His response was a slap in the face.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” he admitted, knowing how much it would mean to me that he told me.

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