Page 31 of House of Lies

If she only fucking knew.

The longer I stare up at the molded ceiling, the more frustrated I become. Fuck his gift. I was sincere when I told him I have everything I need. I’ve made a lot of money in my life. More than I know what to do with, honestly.

I became an invaluable asset to Myles.

Angelo was my co-worker. Myles was my boss. But I was the pin holding everything together. Without me, there is no job. Something Angelo refuses to accept if his messages are anything to go by.

I can’t control their reactions.

That girl down the hall, though?

Now there’s something I can control.

Olivia might be the brattiest little thing I’ve ever encountered, but I’ve never met a woman I couldn’t subdue. Usually all it takes is a single look, at most a command or two, and they’re hiccuping in fear and begging to kiss my feet.

Olivia is different…and I’m getting off on the challenge.

When I’d been standing behind her in my room, her wrist locked between my fingers, I was so close to her that all it would have taken was a hand on the back of her neck, a quick shove against the door, and I’d have had her pinned.

Trapped, and at my mercy.

The thought sent such a fucking hedonistic thrill through my body that I instantly got a hard-on. Even just thinking about it now has my cock at half-mast.

Great. Now I’ll need a cold shower.

I bang open the shower door in my en-suite bathroom, and step inside as I’m turning on the faucet. My breath stutters to a halt as cold water drenches me. I wouldn’t be so cold if she was in here with me.

Wet.

Naked.

Her plump little body shivering against mine.

I growl under my breath, dragging my hands down my face, scrubbing my neck and chest with my fingernails, leaving angry marks on my skin. But instead of subduing my growing hard-on, the pain is only encouraging it.

And I can’t get the image of young, pretty Olivia out of my head.

I twist my hips, angling my body so the icy water hits my thick shaft.

Grabbing my cock in a fist, I yank it up, holding it in the direct line of the shower as I turn up the pressure even more. Tiny pinpricks of pain scatter over my cock.

I grimace at the sensation—loathing it, like Olivia so obviously loathes me.

Loving it…like I so blatantly love the spite and malice flickering in her eyes.

Our interactions today remind me of a different time in my life. A better time. A time when I was always in control. When weeks, months, years flew by as I lived everyday like it was my last.

Until I met someone who changed my life forever. First in a good way, the best way…and then in the worst way imaginable.

I’m still reeling.

Making terrible decisions, procrastinating, letting the smallest things rankle me.

Is that why I crossed a line tonight?

It was a terrible idea, forcing her to eat with me. I shouldn’t have made her stay when it’s obvious she can’t stand to breathe the same air as me.

Why does her disrespect aggravate me so much?

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