Page 17 of Hunted Obsession

The stylist comments next and says something about wishing her man was obsessed with her or something. Then she adds a little comment about how she’s glad that she’s not dating anymore. I couldn’t care less. I’m not dating either.

Theron is going to be mine again.

Everything is going to be the way it’s meant to be—soon.

So soon that I can practically taste it—practically tastehim.

THERON

“Okay.So, you fucked the daughter. What does that have to do with the contract?” I ask.

Merrick shifts in his seat and then lets out a heavy sigh. “I just don’t want there to be any issues.”

“What issues, Merrick? You are being evasive, and I think I deserve to have a little bit more from you than this. No?”

Merrick stands and turns. I watch as he walks over to the bookcase and stands with his back to me. He rocks back on his heels, exhaling a long breath before he turns to face me.

He presses his lips together, and I watch as his nostrils flare. Whatever the fuck this is, he’s serious about it. I have no damn clue what the hell is going on with him, but there is something he does not want to tell me, which makes me want to know even more.

“I didn’t just fuck her,” he murmurs.

“Merrick,” I snap.

My control has slipped… it’s completely fucking gone. Standing, I slam my palm against the desk. He doesn’t even flinch, which doesn’t bode well. He is deep in his thoughts, deep in whatever the fuck he’s got going on inside of his head.

“I married her.”

Instantly, I choke on the spit in my mouth. I ball my fingers into a fist and slam it against the center of my chest in an effort to catch my breath. Clearing my throat a few times, I shake my head.

“Are you fucking with me?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “It wasn’t my choice,” he rasps.

Dipping my chin slightly, I gaze into his eyes, then tilt my head to the side and wait for him to continue with the story. When he does, I find myself in disbelief. I don’t know when this shit happened, but I can’t believe he kept it from all of us.

“Last month, when I went down there, I talked to her father. He wanted the full workup and more. He wanted thumb and palm print entrances… to every single room in the house. He wanted cameras in every room, too. I didn’t understand why.He’s Mafia,” he murmurs.

Fuck.

“So, you’re seriously standing here telling me that you married some Mafia member’s daughter because you got caughtfucking said daughter when you were supposed to be bidding for a job?”

He shifts his gaze to the side, then brings it back to meet mine. “That’s exactly what it is.”

“So, what you’re really telling me is that you want me to send this contract free of charge?”

He nods his head once. “I’ll pay the bill. The whole fucking thing. I can’t ask the business to cover my fuckup.”

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. I’m not sure how to answer this. I should be asking the other partners how they feel about it, but I can tell he doesn’t want to admit he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and now he’s paying the price—for life.

“All of this seems like it escalated quickly. He’s really so upset that you fucked his daughter that he forced your hand into marriage? I don’t buy it.”

He shrugs a shoulder, but I have a feeling there is more to this story, and he’s not telling me. I don’t continue to question him over it. This only affects our business slightly, at least for now. It’s more of a personal issue for him than anything.

“We’ll have a meeting. Everyone should know what happened. When are you bringing her here?”

He spins around and starts pacing. I watch him, waiting for him to give me an answer. I really feel like he’s making a much bigger deal about this shit than he probably needs to.

“I fucking hate that this is how it happened. I don’t even know her. How could I have let this shit happen? This could fuck up our entire business.”

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