Page 63 of Dirty Billionaire

Ward had seen Selena and I chatting after our meeting six months ago, and apparently picked up on our chemistry.

“Good night last night?” he’d asked me the next day.

“Yup.” I sat opposite his huge oak desk, sipping my coffee while Ward swirled his ink pen around his fingers.

Deceptively casual, as I’d quickly learned.

“So did you fuck Selena Warner?”

Jesus.

“What?” I choked on my coffee, coughing as I wiped my shirt and blazer. Fortunately, I have a closet in my office with several spare shirts, suits, ties, and shoes.

“Answer the question,” Ward pressed.

“Christ, Dad. Yes. I used a rubber. What’s the problem?” I had asked, irritated.

Does he think I’m fucking fifteen?

Shaking his head, he leaned back in his chair. “If you don’t know the answer to that, I’m even more disappointed. Lexington’s are an important retailer for us.”

His comment had fucked me off even more. I mean, welcome to the twenty-first century, Dad. How did he think people met? At damn work. Among other places.

People fucked, they dated, and one day got married and made little humans together.

“Is it on the news? No. Does anyone here know? No.” I widened my arms. “Selena left happy, so I don’t know what the issue is.”

He’d sat staring at me with those disappointed eyes, but I’d made it clear to him that he had no right to dictate what I did with my cock.

He was my father.

He was my boss.

But what I did in my personal life, as long as there was mutual consent and it didn’t interfere with business, was none of his business.

However, I’ve been a lot more discrete with Stacey, and the dozen other women since then. I’m confident he hasn’t noticed.

Would he feel the same if I started dating one of them? No. Well, sorry Dad, but wining and dining women and all that charming stuff is for other men.

I fuck.

I fuck rough and hard.

CHAPTER TWO

PAYTON

WHERE ARE MY DAMN SHOES?

I spy them under the chair in my bedroom and dive for them. Then hop on one foot as I pull on the black pumps, and race across the other side of my bedroom, reaching for my purse.

I slept in.

To make things worse, today is the first day of a new job. And I need this job. Or rather, I need to keep this job.

I fell asleep without setting my alarm last night, so was blissfully dreaming about lying on the beach in the Bahamas when I suddenly bolted upright.

I don’t know what woke me, but I’m grateful.

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