Page 23 of Savage Bosses

After she accused me of seducing her forty-five-year-old husband, I realized there was no salvaging my relationship with her. However, what she did four years ago, put the nail in the coffin for me ever speaking to her again.

“What about you? What were your parents like?”

I don’t miss the way his body seems to stiffen, and his face slacks for a moment. I feel bad for asking about his parents now. He ducks his head, cutting off my view of his eyes.

“My mother was the most loving person I knew. She was born to be a mom. With one look, she knew if you were sad, angry, or just needed a hug.” He lifts his gaze back to mine. For the first time, I don’t see the gentle and kind billionaire with his shit together. Instead, I see a lost little boy that misses his family.

“My dad,” he says clearing his throat before speaking. “Was like most typical dads. He worked hard to provide for his family, but always took the time for us. He was a master at numbers and computers. On the weekends, he and I would catch ball games, fish, or just take long rides. We loved spending time together. We would leave my mother and sister at home and just hang out.”

“Wait,” I ask sitting up on my knees to face him. “You have a sister?” I remember him telling me that his “brothers” was the only family he had.

At that very moment something else crosses his eyes, something dark. However, just as fast as it came, it’s gone, and his normal brown eyes are staring back at me.

“Yeah. Marissa is six years older than me.”

“Funny, it didn’t say that in your google search.” It isn’t until after the words are out of my mouth that I realized what I said.

When I look over to Nico, he’s grinning at me. “You googled me?”

My face heats as I blush. “Maybe a little. I just wanted to know who I was working for.”

He chuckles. “It’s alright. I find it endearing that you looked me up.”

Dropping my gaze to my lap I fight the butterflies in my belly at his sultry tone. “Will I ever get to meet this sister?” I ask in desperate need to change the subject.

His jaw tenses. “I’m afraid not. After my parents died, I went away for a little while. When I came back, my sister and I could no longer see eye to eye. She wanted nothing to do with me and honestly, I felt the same. We have not spoken since I was twelve years old.”

“I’m so sorry. Thankfully, you have your brothers.”

This gets another smile from him. “Yes, I’m thankful for them.” He claps his hands together once. “Now, how about we get dessert and catch this Lakers game.”

I climb to my feet and head into the kitchen. “I can’t believe I’m friends with a Lakers fan.”

“Stay with me long enough, Ms. Best, and I’ll broaden your horizons on a lot of things.”

Shaking my head, I ignore the sexy smirk on his face as I place the brownies, I baked earlier, on two plates.

I wake up suddenly. I don’t know exactly when I fell asleep. My bed feels hard, which is unusual. I turn my face into the pillow and immediately Nico’s woodsy and expensive scent surrounds me.

Lifting up from my spot, I realized at some point I’d laid on top of Nico. I attempt to get up, but his strong arms wrap around me holding me down.

“You okay?” his regular voice is deep and sultry. His sleepy voice has my nipples as hard as diamonds in my t-shirt, and those damn flutters scattering throughout my entire body like a swarm of angry bees.

“Yeah, I was just trying to get up. I know this can’t be comfortable for you.”

He smiles, those dark brown eyes staring directly into mine. “My comfort wasn’t my concern.”

Grinning so hard my cheeks hurt, I look away from his gorgeous face. It’s then that I notice the stranger in the room holding the gun.

I squeal, jumping up from my position on top of Nico. I sink back into my side of the sofa. Nico also spots the intruder sitting on the coffee table and sits up from his seat.

“Well, don’t let me ruin your fun. If I were you,” he says toward Nico. “I would have copped a feel while she was sleeping.”

“How the fuck did you get in here?” Mr. Basille asks a really good question. Especially since last time I checked there was a guard at the door.

The guy laughs. “Your security is shit. The guard at the door took a phone call ten minutes ago and still isn’t back. Plus, your locks are standard.”

“What do you want?” Nico states sliding closer to me.

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