Page 29 of Vicious Knight

She portrays the sweet little angel but her music says otherwise.

It speaks of darkness.

Darkness like mine.

Aleksander’s office door is already open so I walk in.

He’s standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows talking with his new secretary. Another young pretty toy for him to bang.

He leans forward to rest his hand on her ass and the sun makes his white hair look like a ball of light.

Watching him squeeze his secretary’s ass and licking his lips makes me sick.

He’s only fifty-two but he looks like he’s in his seventies. That hasn’t stopped the women.

The prick keeps a steady supply of young women around, so he can fuck when he feels like it. There’s never a shortage because of the money and power attached to his name.

I grew up watching him and his harem of women.

But, if I’m being honest, his one redeeming quality was that he loved his wife, Caspian’s mother.

He never remarried after she was killed and it broke him when he found out she cheated on him throughout their entire marriage.

Aleksander glances my way when he hears my footsteps, so does the secretary who composes herself. She was smiling before at something he said.

As he’s not a funny guy I can only assume he’s paying her the same kind of money to laugh at his jokes as he is to suck his dick.

“Wonderful, you’re here.” His cold voice takes on that authoritative tone I loathe.

“Bright and early at your request.” I summon a fake-as-fuck smile I know he can see through but I don’t care.

New toy smiles at me and makes her way out. Aleksander stares at her ass until she goes through the door.

It makes me sick that he doesn’t even have the decency to hide his disgusting habits. Should I even bother to tell him that new toy left lipstick on his collar?

No. He can fuck off and look stupid all day for putting me through this bullshit.

“Take a seat.” He points to the chair in front of his desk.

I go over and sit, while he lowers into the winged leather chair behind the desk.

Steepling his fingers he sets his elbows on the arms of the chair and stares at me as if he finally has me exactly where he wants me. I suppose he has, but it won’t last forever.

“You didn’t reply to the email to confirm.” His jaw clenches.

“I didn’t think I needed to.”

“In future you will be required to respond with your confirmation to all my emails, and act in a professional manner. Is that understood?”

“Loud and clear, my Lord.” That’s what we have to call him when we’re at Raventhorn Hall—my Lord. He’s anything other. Usually the title doesn’t extend to Caspian and me when we’re in a setting like this, but I wanted to rile him up. The twitch of his lips suggests I have.

“I can see you’re still upset about the changes.”

“No offense, but wouldn’t you be? I prepared all my life for this. I am my father’s heir. His only heir, and you’re essentially telling me that if I don’t do what you tell me to do I get nothing.”

“But you will do what I tell you to do because you’re not the kind of person to end up with nothing.” He gives me a wide satisfied smile, and again I think he looks pleased that he has me where he wants me. “The company is changing, Thorne. We have to appease the investors and the board. You are part of the future of the company. I want people to see that you worked hard to get your share of the business.”

I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling but it’s not me. The things he’s saying all make sense, but it’s all bullshit. I know because he won’t do this to Caspian.

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