Page 21 of The Passion

“What the fuck?” I follow behind her.

“It’s the only way I can defend my actions if it comes out. I used you for sex, like the cold-hearted bitch I am.”

Her shoulders are pinned back as she steps into the elevator, and as the doors are closing, all I can see is the look of the woman she just described.

Lady Kentwall, heiress to the Kentwall fortune.

My Felisha is gone.

Now I just need to accept that and move on.

But one thing I know is that I’ll be fucked if I let her be portrayed like that.

The world is about to see a new side to Flynn Taylor.

If this ever sees the light of day, then I’ll be the arrogant asshole that did it to her, and the hate can land on my chest.

“Like I said, I’ve got you, Felisha,” I whisper at the closed doors.

But better still, I need to make sure this ends up a distant memory for both of us.

Tomorrow night I’ll pick up one of those society leeches, make sure we are in all the gossip posts of the who’s who of therich and famous, and then end the night with her sucking my cock. Cement the fuck-boy image that is already out there.

Felisha will get her wish.

By the time I’m finished, she will hate me for real.

Chapter Five

FELISHA

“You didwhat?” I can feel the fire race through my veins at my father’s words at the breakfast table.

He had summoned me to a breakfast meeting up in his ivory tower penthouse before I headed down a few levels to the office.

“Well, Felisha, someone has to protect our family name from your stupidity. I wasn’t waiting for those useless Darby boys to waste my time. They don’t know a thing if they think they can find this vulgar creature that is blackmailing us.” He sips on his tea like he has no emotion involved in this whole situation.

“Damn it, you promised you would give us time to investigate it! You know you just put a price on that video by paying them off. The next time they need money, they will be back here threatening the same thing.” Pushing my chair back, I stand from the table before I can pick up the fruit on my plate and throw it at him at the other end of this stupidly long table.

“Sit down, Felisha!” His voice is full of authority that no matter how old I get, I can’t seem to shake the instant reaction to obey him.

I drop into the seat out of respect for a man that I don’t even think deserves it most days.

“Who is thisweyou talk about? I told you to stay away from that man who treated you like a piece of trash that night and left you in this mess.” He looks at me with his piercing eyes, almost challenging me to argue with him.

In my head I’m repeating over and over, “don’t say a thing, don’t say a thing.” I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me.

“It’s done, I’ve dealt with it,” he says, taking another sip of his tea. “We won’t need to speak of this again.” Sitting back in his chair, he lifts his cup in his hand, finger through the handle and his other hand holding it like it’s a trophy for his victory and he’s about to raise it above his head and cheer.

Such a pompous prick!

We have not had one discussion about this on our own since the day it happened, and I’m being told to just suck it up and get on with life. Accept what dear old daddy wants.

Well, he can just fuck right off.

I’m not letting this go. I want to know who is responsible, and even if I can’t trust that my security team is behind me because they take the orders from my father, I trust that Flynn’s team will keep on this. And although I want to distance myself from him, I need to talk to him and apologize for my father’s actions. Of course, I won’t come right out and say that, because I need to keep the outward image that I’m a united front with my father and our business, but hopefully, Flynn will be able to read between the lines.

There is something about Flynn, the way he can read me like no one ever has before him.

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