Page 98 of Fearless Sinner

I wanted to meet Chloe for lunch because I feel bad about last night but with the schedule today, I’m not sure if I can get away even for an hour.

There’s also a Creed meeting tonight. Dante wants to talk with the men about re-strategizing, something we desperately need to do.

Lance has been fucking with us for far too long and now something different needs to happen. If we don’t change things up, we’re just running around like headless chickens in a circle.

I hate to even need anyone’s help, but the reason that fucker has been able to outsmart us is likely because he’s had help from Creed enemies.

I turn down the corridor leading to my office and wish I hadn’t when my gaze lands on Jessica sitting on the sofa area outside my office door.

Fuck. When it rains, it means to fucking pour down on me.

Why in the hell is she here?

There is literally no reason for her to come by to see me, but the smile she gives me when she spots me approaching tells me she has her reasons. Reasons I undoubtedly won’t like.

“What do you want?” I don’t even bother to try and sound polite.

“I heard congratulations were in order.” She pushes to her feet and follows me inside the office when I open the door and go in.

“You could have sent a card, or just not bothered. I wouldn’t have cared either way.” I walk behind my desk.

“Neither of those options sound like me. Really, Cillian, can you see me buying a ‘congratulations on your wedding day’ card for the man I was supposed to marry?”

“Seriously, I’ve never met anyone more deluded than you.” I have no problem telling her that. Sometimes I even believe she knows she’s deluded, but that’s what makes her tick.

“Think whatever you want.” She waves me off with the flick of her wrist and a pageant-queen smile.

“What the fuck do you want, Jessica?”

“It would appear that my family just became quite important to you.”

“That’s news to me. How’d that happen?”

“My brother is engaged to the daughter of your biggest investor. The Gallaghers.”

Damn it. I didn’t know about that. “Where is this going?”

“They’re not happy with your choice of wife. They were especially not happy that you could have chosen me and didn’t, when my family owns a hedge fund firm. So, they’re thinking of pulling their investments.”

“You sneaky bitch.” I shake my head at her. This woman is the kind who always finds a way to get what she wants, but she’s not going to wrap me around her claws.

“You have to give me credit. Come on, how was I supposed to pass up the opportunity to marry the head of the clan?”

“I’m already married, if you haven’t noticed.” I point to my ring.

“But there is the matter of the six-month clause. If I were you, I’d get rid of the little dancer and consider me as your next choice if you want to keep your precious relationship with the Gallaghers.”

She knows Chloe is a dancer, meaning she’s been watching me.

She also fucking knows about the six-month clause. Only the people closest to me knew I was going to end my marriage in six months. None of them would have released that information, so this coming from Jessica is a threat. A threat to me, her superior.

“Get out.” I point to the door.

“I’ll wait to hear from you.”

“Get. The fuck. Out.” I speak firmer, not quite raising my voice but speaking a notch louder so she gets the message.

She gives me a sassy smile then sashays her way out the door swaying her hips.

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