Page 56 of Queen Of Dark Money

Eitherway, it was time to start moving around and cut the crap.Ihad shit to do, people to see, and a business to run.I’dspent all night sifting through footage untilIspotted the man responsible for pestering and harming my girls, as well as lifting my business profits.

Hopefully, with the culprit found out, we could fix the issues plaguing my businesses downtown and move on to bigger andbetter things.Ihad plans, and right now, ifIdidn’t get theKingsand their bullshit out of the way,I’dnever get around to completing any of them.

Startingwith littleMissPriss.

Thoughshe didn’t act like a socialite brat should act, or at least, howIthought one should act, that didn’t meanIwas giving her outlandish claims of being a body double, or a twin, or whatever, any credibility.Buta phone call toEddySinclairmight prove beneficial.Ihad to get her out of my hair, before she was stuck there permanently.

Andthere was no way in hellIcould have anything with her in the future, either.Aknown criminal money launderer and a spoiled political princess?

Itwas one of those gushy chick flick stories you watched with your gal pals onSaturdaynight.Notreality.

Herworld and mine were too far apart, too different.

Shewould never be a permanent fixture in mine.

AndIwould never belong in hers.Maybeonce, a long, long time ago.Butnot now.Notanymore.

“Eyy, wake up, bitch,”Igrumbled, nudging her with my toes. “Comeon, you can’t lay on my living room floor all day and night, okay?Igave you a room for a reason.”

“Nnngh,” she moaned, rolling away from the couch. “Iwas sleeping, you prick,” she whined, rubbing her face briskly. “Why’dyou have to wake me up?”

“BecauseItold you to do something, and you disobeyed.”

Shescoffed at me from the floor, rolling her eyes like a petulant child. “You’renot my father.”

Ifit were possible to choke on one’s tongue in a typical setting,Imight’ve almost done it then and there. “It’sa good fucking thing,”Imuttered under my breath, thinking about the night she’d watched me fuck and be fucked byRafe.

Aninvoluntary shiver ran down my spine at the thought of a repeat performance.

Shemoved to the couch, staring at me likeI’dgrown a horn or a third eye.Icouldn’t tell what was going on in that brain of hers, but whatever it was,Ididn’t like the look of it.Somethingin the depths of her gaze unnerved me, like she knew exactly whatIwas thinking of, and now, so was she.

Fuck.

Doublefuck.

Ofcoursenowmy dick didn’t want to be ignored.Mybody chose this moment to react in a typical male way.

WhatwasIto do but stand there and ignore it?

Hereyes traveled downward, pinning my prick with a stare that could melt steel.Thosesculpted brows rose pointedly, her lips twitching at the edges in a sly grin. “Someone’sthinking dirty thoughts, huh?”Ididn’t dignify her taunt with an answer, but apparently,MissSinclairwas a pro at reading people, even when they didn’t say a word.Hergrin widened, and she clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oooooh, youare,aren’t you!Tellme!”Shehopped up on her knees, hands in her lap like an overexcited teenager. “Wereyou fantasizing about that first night?”

Iturned a shade of redIhadn’t turned before, an interesting feat.Ididn’t have shame;Ididn’t blush.Sowhy wasIblushing like a schoolgirl now?

“Itdoesn’t matter.Youneed to make yourself scarce whileI’mworking tonight.”Ilooked her up and down and reached for my phone. “Whatsize are you?I’llhave one of the girls bring you some extra clothes.”

Hernose crinkled prettily as she looked down it at me. “Whatgirls?”

Shecouldn’t be that dense, could she?Orwas she playing me right now?

“Thegirls that work for me, of course.Didyou thinkI’dbe going out to buy you clothes myself or something?”

Shesquirmed a bit on the cushion, her grin teasing, playful now. “Ijust assumedI’dwear your clothes,River.”

Fuck, why did the way she lowered her lashes and batted them at me do strange things to my heart?Ididn’t want to feel this way about her.Aboutany girl, really.Ididn’t do commitments.Hadno use for them.LikeStone,Iwas a loner.Weall sort of were.Itwas how things worked here.

Therewas no room in my life for a permanent girl.Andeven if there was, it wasn’t about to beher.

“You’reabsolutelynotgoing to continue wearing my clothes,”Iinformed her, my voice cracking as the shirt she wore like a dress rode up on her thigh.Fuck, if she raised her arms another inch,I’dbe looking at her ass.

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