Page 8 of Loving Leo

“You will not.”

“Oh, I so will.”

“Please just drop it. I should have just fired the little brat,” I grumble.

She looks even more intrigued now and when it comes to my sister, that’s not a good thing. “Why didn’t you?”

That’s a damn good question. Why didn’t I?

“I will,” I say but even as I do, my mind revolts at the thought. I don’t know why I haven’t done the logical thing. I also don’t want to explain myself to my nosy sister. “I’m just waiting.”

“For what?” She’s practically giddy. “Maybe another show? Maybe you want to join in?”

“Stop that,” I snap, but it holds no edge. I never could be too tough on my sister. She makes me soft and nice.

Honestly, in this moment she reminds me a little of Leo. Pressing, pushing back. She won’t let me bulldoze her. She won’t allow it. And it seems after that short interaction, neither will he.

“Of course I don’t want that. Men do nothing for me. You know this.”

She rolls her eyes at me, looking almost bored, but thankfully she drops it for the rest of the time we are together.

But for some reason that thought lingers on my mind.

Why haven’t I fired him? What the hell am I doing?

I most definitely shouldn’t look atthe footage he left for me, but when I find myself awake in the middle of the night, I slip my reading glasses on and pull up the security footage on my phone.

Of course, there he is. His lithe body on camera, his pert little ass. A large dildo stretching him open.

My head cocks, my eyes blinking furiously as I watch him fuckhimself with that toy. That has to hurt, it can’t feel good. But the way he just accepts it, it makes me slightly warm all over.

I click my phone off, and stare at the wall in front of me. It’s sparsely decorated, my ability to hang pictures that fit my space not my greatest strength. I don’t really know what I want or what I like, to be honest.

My whole focus in life has been to go to prestigious schools and do well while in attendance. I went to private boarding schools for the richest of the rich in Michigan and then attended Yale after that. Everything I did, all of it, was to run the company my dad left for me.

But in all that time, I never really got to know myself.

I never got to explore that part of me.

I stare down at my phone.

I don’t think I liked what I watched just a minute ago. That’s definitely not for me, but I can see the appeal. Just like I had all those years ago when I watched a few hours of gay porn. Leo has a way about him. Some kind of guile that he seems to wear like a second skin. Is that the reason I didn’t fire him immediately after finding out what he’s been doing in my office after hours?

I don’t know.

“Fuck,” I murmur when my phone buzzes in my hand and I see Lana’s name pop up. My hand squeezes tightly and I feel my heart thrumming in my chest.

I don’t want to speak to her, have no desire to, but then again, maybe if I do, she’ll leave me alone.

My finger swipes to answer and I bring the phone up to my ear.

“Heath,” Lana’s voice says over the phone.

My eyes close and I roll my lips between my teeth.

“You there?”

After a beat, an inhale, I answer, “Yeah.”

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