Page 36 of Queen Of Dark Money

Iglanced at my tablet, all but forgotten at the end of my desk. “Icould take a screenshot of the security footage over the last few days.”

“Dothat,” he snarled through the phone. “Ineed this guy to bend so we can get rid of her.Ididn’t plan to hold on to her for this long already.”

“Meeither,”Isnipped, my tone aggravated and low. “Ididn’t have a say in it, though.Atleast you’re not trying to herd her like a fucking wet cat.”

“She’sone girl,Stone.Ishandling a single socialite too much for you?”

Myeyes narrowed at his implied tone. “Ifyou’re suggestingI’mnot up to it, the answer is no,I’mperfectly capable.Butif you knew the sorts of things she’d been doing lately, you’d want rid of her, too.She’sa disruption to my orderly schedule, andIdon’t like disorder and chaos.”

Kingsnorted on the other end of the line, then spoke to someone with the receiver covered somewhat, his voice muffled.Whenhe returned, it was with a heavy sigh and a twinge of laughter. “Whydon’t you pass her off to another one of the men in your little circle, mmm?”

“Ididn’t realize that was an option,”Imused, petting her unconsciously with my hand now.Herhair was so soft beneath my fingers that it reminded me of spun silk.

AndthenIremembered what she’d done to my special silk shirts, and my soft smile fell, replaced with an angry scowl. “Doyou need to know whereI’mtaking her?Orwill your goons come pick her up?”

“Youcan take her; just let me know who has her when you play hot potato with our asset.”

Hedidn’t stay on the line long enough for me to thank him.Itwent dead as soon as his last word was out.

Iswiped my fingers over the contacts list, prepared to call one of the others and ask them to take her off my hands, butIrealized with a start that if given the choice, they’d likely refuse my request.I’dhave to spring her on one of them and leave before they could rope me back into watching her.

“Hey,”Icalled to her, a plan forming in my head. “Wakeup,MissSinclair, we’re going out.”

Sheroused slowly, realizing where she was one second at a time with a sort of horrified innocence that tugged at something within me.Iwanted to feel bad for whatIwas about to do, but after she’d salted my coffee and ruined those silk shirts, enough was enough.

Icouldn’t have her drooling on my lap whileIworked.Shewas too distracting.

“Out?” she mumbled around her gag, which had fallen out enough for me to understand her words.

“Yes, out.”Imade quick work of her leash and unstrapped her, tugging it in reminder that she was still at my command.Iwas still in control, not her.

Butfirst,I’dhave to put her in something to wear that wasn’t a pair of my pajamas.

“Whereis that dress of yours?”Iasked slowly, waiting for her to wake up fully before dragging her down the hall, slow enough for her to keep up and prevent being dragged along.

“Idunno,” she mumbled through the gag, shrugging behind me.”Lostit.”

Idoubted she’d lost it; it was worth more than half the contents of my dresser combined.Adress like that wasn’t something you just misplaced.Ever.Nomatter how rich you were.

“Areyou just saying that because you don’t want to wear it or because you did something to it?”

Shegrinned at me from behind her gag and just winked.IfIrolled my eyes one more time,I’dprobably never see anything other than the back of my head, soIjust shook my head and sighed.

“Youknow we’re not going to leave here unless you’re wearing that dress, don’t you?”

Sheperked up at that and skittered closer, eagerly heading for her guest room.

Icouldn’t be rid of her soon enough.

Asit turned out,the dress was stuffed under her bed, and she made quick work of tossing it right back on to prepare to leave.Perhapsshe thoughtIwas finally sending her home, or we weregoing to meet her father.Ididn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t seem too eager to retrieve her.

Iknew thatBlakeandWeatherstongot together atBlake’snightclub every weekend and pretty much holed up there permanently in his studio apartment above the place as they cycled women in and out, a constant revolving door of hookers and sluts, whores and strippers, all eager to lay their hands on the two wealthiest men in the club.Weatherstonhad a vested interest in the place since his name was on the deed as a co-owner, but he was pretty hands-off.Hejust enjoyed the perks of being a rich man in a club where horny women sought rich men to please in exchange for money.

Hell, half the women they pumped and dumped probably thought they were signing up to be the nextMrs.RichBitch.Itwas too bad that neither was interested in making it a permanent situation.

Atall.

Iwas pretty sure after the women left, they were crawling in bed together in secret, two men determined to pretend to be playboy fuck sticks to hide their gay proclivities.Notthat you needed to in this day and age, but old habits died hard.Theywere young, but powerful men were still targeted over the dumbest shit, so it was understandable.

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