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“Fuck off, I bring more billable hours to this firm than either of you.” He points at the two of us.

“That’s because these days people are getting divorced as often as they change their undies.”

“I don’t care. It’s making us money.” He shrugs. “Also, it’ll never be me on the other side of the table because I’m never getting fucking hitched. And if either of you two do, I’m writing you the most iron-clad prenup that’s ever been drawn up.”

I laugh. “Do you really think my family lawyers don’t already have that sitting in a safe somewhere, just waiting to add a would-be bride’s name on the dotted line?”

“You’re right, but I want to read it before either of you sign it.”

“You do realise if and when I get married, it won’t be anytime soon.”

“So this thing with Shar is just casual?” Nathan asks.

“There is no thing with Shardonnay,” I lie.

“Oh, well, if it wasn’t you making her scream and moan in your office this morning, you should probably call the cleaners in, because some other fucker was in there giving it to her good.” Nathan smirks.

“Fuck off, if you talk about her like that again, I will fucking break your jaw, asshole,” I growl.

“Woah, hold up! It’s not our fault the walls are so thin. Did you forget that both of our offices are next to yours?” Nathan lifts his hands in mock surrender.

“Someone needs to get to the point of this meeting before I walk out. I have other shit to do.”

“We’re being sued.” Alistair slides a manilla folder across the table. “Well, actually, you’re being sued. For sexual harassment and indecent exposure,” he adds.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck from?” I flick the folder open.

“Juliet Garner,” Nathan says.

“Who the fuck is she?”

“The last secretary you fired.” His eyebrows draw down. “Jesus Christ, Xavier, did you even bother to learn their names?”

“The redhead. I don’t need to know their names,” I answer, reading through the papers. “This is complete garbage. I fired her because she started fucking stripping in my office.”

“Look, we both know that, but it’s your word against hers, mate. We need to decide if we should settle and get it behind us, or fight it out in a courtroom,” Nathan says.

“We fucking fight it. That delusional bitch is not getting a damn dime out of me.” Standing from the table, I button my jacket. “And not a word of this to anyone.”

“Of course. But you might want to keep your interactions with Shar strictly professional.”

Fucking hell, there is no way I’m going to stop whatever is going on between Shardonnay and me. I just need to be more careful about thewherepart of the equation.

Chapter Fifteen

Xavier’s been acting distant the last couple of days. He’s way more grumpy than usual, and he hasn’t once tried to call on the enemies with benefits deal we had going on. I’m struggling with whether or not I should approach him, tell him I need him to make me come. I need one of his orgasms. It’s really not fair that he made me an addict and then took away the drug.

And I would, if I were just that little bit more confident. He’s probably already found a new plaything. I knew whatever was happening between us wasn’t the forever kind of deal. I didn’t want it to be. I’m just not really ready for it to be over either.

I’m pathetic. I don’t need a man. My vibrating boyfriend is more than capable of getting me off. Just nowhere near as well as Xavier can.

I stop at Starbucks and get the devil his coffee, minus the morning muffin I’ve been picking up for him every day. If he’s not going to feed me my new addiction, then he can find someone else to feed him his freaking muffins.

My whole body is tight, stressed, as I ride the elevator up. I tap twice on Xavier’s open door before entering. He’s already at his desk, piles of books and papers spread across the top.

“Good morning. Coffee, tall, black.”Just like your soul, I repeat my internal mantra. Placing the coffee on his desk, I turn to walk out.

“Shardonnay, what the fuck are you wearing?” Xavier grunts.

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