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In the end, my driver dropped me home. Around five years ago I’d bought a house in Mayfair. It was a renovation project, but I’d increased its value by four hundred grand. I loved this house, but it bothered me that I was going home to an empty place. Right before I’d met Veronica in Greece, I was partying like crazy, I slept with new beautiful women every other weekend, and I loved that lifestyle … then boom. I had the most amazing sex in my lifetime, and the next day she was gone. She’d been on my mind ever since that night.

I went home, changed, had a shower, and then went to the living room to put my favourite crime show on. In a way I felt a little pathetic, and sometimes on the weekends I had my niece, but deep down I was fucking missing being in a relationship with a woman.

I made myself a drink and then watched the show, thinking that maybe there was something wrong with me, but then I reminded myself that Spencer had fingered his own nanny, for Christ’s sake. It seemed that both of them were driving us crazy, and this was shocking because the pair of women had completely different personalities. To be honest, I still couldn’t fucking forget the fact that Laura had kneed me between my legs at my parents’ house. Spencer needed to watch out, because she could ruin him like Veronica was slowly ruining me.

Close to seven, I was getting hungry so I had to cook something. Then minutes later my doorbell rang, and when I got up I thought it strange as I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door and my jaw dropped.

“Veronica? What the hell are you doing here?”

Chapter Thirteen

Veronica

My heart jackhammered, my palms were damp with sweat. I kept asking myself why I’d even come here in the first place. The house was freaking nice, worth millions, and that shouldn’t have surprised me because Rupert was a wealthy man. He lived in Mayfair, and only people with money could afford a postcode like that in London.

Before arriving here, I’d had to speak to Rowan about what had happened. One of the girls had shared that our new boss was messing around with our clients and schedule. I’d told her it was just a rumour, but I had to address this quickly and hash it out before it spread. Rupert’s actions angered me, but that didn’t change the fact we needed to take care of this before it backfired.

Rowan wasn’t too keen talking to me about Rupert, but I’d pushed him to tell me everything. I threatened that I would leave, and since my social media posts were going viral, I knew this would do the trick. We both knew he couldn’t afford to lose me. After the viral video on TikTok, I didn’t really have any blowout posts, but Rowan didn’t need to know that. A few brands did reach out to me because I kept making silly videos about my life that people seemed to enjoy and they wanted more. Slowly, I was transitioning into making product content, and I could see potential in this—but I needed more time.

“He’s only trying to look after you, darling, so don’t worry about it too much. So he decided to change up some of your clients. You still earned a handsome sum this weekend, didn’t you?” Rowan stated.

I kept biting my lip, a habit of mine I couldn’t seem to break while I’d paced around his office wearing my yellow platform shoes that I loved so much.

Slamming my hands on the desk, I stared at that handsome fucker and wondered why he was covering for that posh bastard.

“We both know this isn’t about the money. He wants to control me, and I won’t have it. Now be a good boss and hand me his address. I’m going to pay him a visit,” I snapped, breathing hard. On the weekend, Rupert had kissed me, and that had shaken me to the core. Then also I’d known something was wrong when I’d seen him in that restaurant. None of this was making much sense.

Rowan dragged his hand into his thick dark hair and given me a faint smile.

“Fine, Veronica, but you didn’t get it from me, and don’t go making any trouble. This could end badly for business,” he warned after sending me the text with Rupert’s address.

That’s how I ended up standing right outside Rupert’s posh house, digging my nails into my skin and weighing my options. What the hell was I doing? I was over dressed for tonight, which drew some attention from passersby. I hesitated to ring the bell. Taking a deep breath, I decided to simply knock rather than use the bell button. There was a light in the hall, and one of his cars—a Porsche—was parked on the driveway.

There is no escape from me, darling.

Several long moments later, he finally opened the door, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets because he looked totally different.

“Veronica? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, holding a glass of white wine.

I smiled then used his temporary shock to move past him, stepping into the darkly decorated hall. Then I headed straight to the stylish open-plan kitchen with the most amazing view of the massive garden at the back.

“Veronica, I didn’t tell you that you could come in. How do you even know where I live?”

Rupert followed closely, his bare feet treading softly. Despite this, he still emanated a commanding presence, looking irresistibly attractive in a crisp white shirt. A few buttons were undone, revealing a muscular chest that I remembered so well when I’d run my nails over it back in Greece.

“Very nice place you have here, Rupert. Indeed, very impressive.” I stared at him and reminded myself that I was angry with this man—even though if he looked good enough to make me forget about all my pep talk from earlier on.

He arched his left eyebrow, then placed his wine on the worktop.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, sunshine,” he said, getting into my space.

The scent of his cologne and his eyes made me melt.

“Stop fucking around and tell me what you want?”

“I want you to stop fucking around with my business. I found out that you not only messed with my clients in the past week, but you also convinced Martha from the office to give you my entire agenda,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I could be intimidating if I wanted to, but Rupert smelled so good. Heat rushed through my core as I stared into his deep-blue eyes, trying to control my overactive libido. If I stayed long enough here, maybe later I could sneak upstairs and smell a selection of his colognes. My cheek brushed over his, and my nipples stood erect beneath my shirt. He didn’t shave, and that thought alone made me instantly wet, because I remembered the roughness of his beard on my throbbing clit.

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