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No other motherfucker was going to get in the way of that.

Looking at the clock, I noticed it was almost six. If I left now, I could make my way to the restaurant for a quick dinner.

Was I trying to interfere with Nyla’s date? Yes. Yes, I ab-so-fucking-lutely was.

I grabbed my keys and phone, then made my way out. A smile lifted my lips at the chaos I was about to cause. Well, it’s her own fault. If she hadn’t accepted a date with a man who wasn’t me, then this would never have happened.

“Get ready, Nyla.”

Chapter Four

Nyla

C

harles is sweet. He checks all the boxes. He’s an accountant at one of the larger CPA firms in Washington, DC. He’ll be up for partner in the next two years. Ambitious. Kind to the wait staff. Good looking. Nice smile. Pays attention to me when I’m speaking. Clean nails.

You know, all the stuff women should want in a potential lover.

The body under his very nice suit was still a mystery. Not that he was overweight, but clothing hid things. Still, that wasn’t something I could complain about. He looked nice, and we looked good together. On paper, he was the whole package.

Instead of thinking about my asshole boss, I should be focused on moving things forward with the man sitting in front of me.

Who did King think he was anyway, telling me who I could date? He’d clearly let his name go to his head. I took another sip of my gin and tonic and refocused on my date. The man who needed my attention. Not thoughts of another man.

“So, what do you do in your spare time?” he asked. It’s a very reasonable question. For someone other than me, because the answer was not glamorous at all.

“I don’t have any spare time. I work a lot. But I’m trying to fix that. Work takes up so much of my days and nights.” Pathetic. That’s literally how I sound right now, and the thought saddened me. “And most of my weekends,” I mumbled at the end.

He nodded. “I understand. We all get caught up with work on occasion. It can be rough. But how about another question? Where do you like to vacation?”

Now this was something I could answer. “I love the Caribbean islands. I’ve been to the UK, Canada, and Scotland.”

“What took you to Scotland?”

Just as I went to answer, I heard a voice. “Not what. Who. I took her to Scotland.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me. “King,” I said, looking up at the man standing next to the table. My eyes were wide with shock, then I got pissed. “What are you doing here?” As if I didn’t already fucking know. The man hates being told no. And since I chose not to spend my evening working, he decided to interrupt my night. I’d call him a son of a bitch, but didn’t want to insult his mother. Mrs. Solomon was a genuinely nice woman who just so happened to have given birth to the spawn of Satan.

Wait, did that mean I was calling his dad the Devil?

“Nice to meet you. Charles Martin.” He held out his hand to King, who stared at it briefly before clasping it tight.

“King Solomon. I’m Nyla’s boss. We’ve been together for over five years now.” The way he said the words had me looking at him with a question in my eyes. It was just odd phrasing, I knew that. But it didn’t mean my heart didn’t immediately pick up the fucking pace, or that my pussy didn’t clench at the thought of being with him the way I’ve wanted to for so long. Damn traitors.

It took a minute for me to get out of my head. I had to clear out the visions of us naked, limbs entwined, and our bodies writhing on a bed. But when I did, I noticed the two men sizing each other up.Men. I rolled my eyes at their posturing.

“Are you the King Solomon that owns King Technologies?” Charles was trying to be nice, but I could have told him it was no use. King never appreciated kindness, or maybe he simply couldn’t understand social niceties. His entire personality was built on being rude and obnoxious, with no care for anyone else’s feelings.

“I am.” He turned away from Charles. See… rude.

“Nyla. Since you walked out so abruptly, we didn’t get to discuss that new product we need to get lined up. I hate to interrupt your dinner,” which was a goddamn lie, “but could I bother you for no more than fifteen minutes?”

Charles looked down at their table and motioned. “Want to have a seat? We haven’t ordered dinner yet. Unless it’s super-secret, I don’t mind learning more about what this beautiful lady does every day.”

And that’s when I know this is the one and only time I’ll ever go out on a date with Charles. Why the hell would he allow another man to just walk up and join us? I mean, who does that? A beta male, that’s who. As soon as I glanced at King, I saw the smirk on his face. Fucker. He knew exactly what I was thinking. We’d worked together long enough for him to know my thoughts on men’s behavior when it came to dating and relationships.

“Thank you, Chuck.”

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