Page 48 of Mister Stark

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Sorry I Missed Your Call

Idropped Paisley offat the airport early this morning and it was an emotional send off. I was going to miss having her around and having my best friend by my side again was what I needed. Her comfort, support and just to shoot the shit like old times.

Girl time was fun, but having her help with the wedding planning was amazing. With Dylan’s long hours at the office, it was nice to have someone’s input other than my own second guessing. She was a nice sounding board, and I was going to miss that.

There was still a ton to do and the wedding must go on. Even though it was all a fake ass lie. He doesn’t want to be with me and I thought I wanted to be with him. But I jumped into bed with his father and it made my head spin.

And now I was confused.

I knew Daxon and I couldn’t be anything other than family, but his touch still clung to my skin. The sound of his groan echoed in my ears. But his perfectly fit body made me weak, and it didn’t help with him around all the time.

Moving away wasn’t an option. Dylan had to be close for business. Dear daddy would want his son close. He couldn’t afford any fuck-ups.

I paced the office floor as I waited outside of Dylan and his father’s office. My skin tight blue jeans hugged me and a low-cut purple blouse added to the fancy touch. I felt pretty today and put on a necklace that dangled on my neckline. My hair was up in a ponytail to keep my hair in check on this windy day.

Dylan was late as usual and he’d meet me here to discuss the latest on our big day. A day I dreaded because of everything that has happened. My wedding day.

I held ideas of decoration in my hands and heard the elevator ding. Dylan had made it to go over the decoration samples and I plastered a fake smile on my face. The act needed to continue for the sake of everything, no matter how much my heart ached for true happiness.

But it wasn’t him.

I frowned as a younger man with blonde hair stepped off of the elevator and files of paperwork were in his hands. He walked my way as a handsome smile lit up his face, but his shoe caught on the rug. He tripped and the files of paperwork tumbled onto the expensive carpet.

“Ah, shit...” He cursed himself as he bent down to retrieve the papers and put them back into each file. I strolled over to him in a hurry and bent down to help, but he raised a hand. “No, it’s okay. I can clean up my mess. Your beauty would distract me, anyway.”

I stood back with disbelief by his forwardness and blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

He looked up at me as his blonde strands fell back into place and a grin was on his face. “You heard me right. You’re gorgeous, Ms.?”

This young man’s ego was enormous, but it flattered me. Catching my fiancé with another man really put a damper on my confidence. It made me question everything, but not when I was in Daxon’s arms. His very toned and powerful embrace that I...

This needed to stop. I need to forget about that night and move on. I had to stop daydreaming about a man I could never have because I was marrying his son. Dylan agreed I could screw whoever I pleased and this fine specimen could make me forget both Stark men. Even just for a few minutes.

“I’m Ms. Lovette and you are?” I asked with a flirtatious purr in my tone.

“I’m Greg. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lovette.” He said as he stood up and reached for my hand.

I took the kind gesture, but my other hand held the decoration samples and I thought of my engagement ring. I tucked my ring finger further behind the photographs so it would remain unseen. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, he appeared to be a man who just thought about his cock.

The perfect distraction.

His dark emerald eyes shimmered at me with nothing but lust, and I reached out to touch his black dress shirt. “So, what brings you here, Greg?”

“Oh, I just have some important paperwork to drop off for Mr. Stark.” Greg answered as he looked me up and down. “But you distracted me.”

I let out a small giggle and played with his shirt collar. The fabric was smooth between my fingers and he smelled of fresh laundry soap. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did his laundry every day. But maybe his mom did it for him. He was that young, after all.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged once again, and I had no time to remove my hand. I glanced over Greg’s shoulder to see Daxon come into view with another woman. This time, she looked closer to his age and probably dyed her brown hair. She hung off his arm and her hair was all tousled like she just had the time of her life. I knew that look and experienced it a couple of days ago. Now, I did nothing but regret it. The regret surged to the surface and red furious jealousy kicked in.

He was flaunting another woman in my face.

His eyes locked with mine as he passed by, and I saw the same cocky grin on his face. He knew how to get under my skin. And my god, did he ever. So much that I tore my eyes from him and knew I’d return the favor. He wanted to play this twisted game, and I was up for the challenge.

“Well, everyone needs a distraction every once in a while.” I said loud enough for Daxon to hear and placed my hand on Greg’s chest.

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