Page 94 of The Heir

"I suppose you're right. Yes sir, I'll send him right in."

"Thank you, Sylvia."

A couple minutes later when I'm going over designs on my desk, he walks in in a cast. The right side of his body looks stiff and bulky. I smile, remembering the crunchy sounds as I hit him over and over.

"Have yourself a seat, Mr. Jameson."

Fuck the look on his face is priceless.

I thought I'd gotten over the look that people get when they walk into my building and see all that encompasses King Dynasty years ago. But right now, seeing the pure hatred and envy on this man's face has got me so hard I just know Isobel's going to get her pussy pounded even harder tonight.

Christopher walks over slowly and sinks into the barrel seat across from me, trying like hell to not overtly look around.

"Whiskey?" I offer with a smile, fucking with him.

His nose twitches as he sneers down at my drink before flitting to my expansive backlit drinks cabinet filled with all top shelf liquor. "No."

I pause, taking a sip of my drink and grunting appreciatively, eyeing him nice and slow. "Still rejecting the best of the best, huh? That's sad. It's a pity you don't learn from your mistakes."

Christopher's eyes take on a hard glint. "You don't understand-"

"I don't have to understandinfidelity, Jameson. And I'm perfectly fine with that." We stare at each other for a long period of time. And I make no effort to hide the seriousness or the roughness in my tone with my next words. "But whatyouneed to understand is that the next time you get a wild hair up your ass to text my woman and call her a bitch, and threaten her, is the day I rain down such a hell upon you that you won't even know your asshole from your mouth hole, brother. Because I will fuck you every which way to Sunday so hard you won't be able to discern the difference between the two. And to show you just how serious I am, you are evicted from your apartment. Effective immediately."

His look is incredulous. "You can't do that."

I get up, stepping over to my drinks cabinet and refreshing my whiskey. "I can do whatever I want with my assets. And right now, you're squatting in a building that's owned by King Dynasty, motherfucker. So tell me, what are you going to do about it?"

I turn to face him, seeing him so hot with rage it might give Isobel a run for her money. I sit back down with a self satisfied grunt.

"Were you fucking her?" Christopher asks, his face rock hard as he roams mine searching for a speck of dishonesty. I smile, really wishing I could tell him yes.

Thanks to Isobel, I can't. But that's alright.

"The night I made her mine was the same night I stood there with her while she watched you and that bitch betray her. She wassoupset at the time, seeing you give that slut what you could have been giving her the entire time. " I take a drink of my whiskey on a deep exhale. "For the better part of a year, Isobel refutedeveryadvance I made, and every attempt on my part to seduce her. To get her to leave you and come to me. And trust me when I say I was on that woman so hard I'm surprisedyourass didn't sniff it out. Shestillsaid no, even when I had my hands all over her on the dance floor while you were busy sinking your dick into your whore."

I tilt my head, seeing his eyes turn almost evil, but he stays silent.

"She was so loyal to you, turning me down again andagain.Admirable, because we both know the life I can afford her is so much more than anything you could ever wish to give her. Or even give to that whore you want so badly. Even in the face of riches Isobel still remained true to you. You were such a fool that you couldn't even see you had a good woman in your grasp because you were so blinded by lust. And in your foolishness, you freed her enough that I slid into your place." I click my tongue. "I guess I should be thanking you really, because in a way… you've blessed me,Christopher."

Feeling sentimental, I suck in a breath and rub my wedding ring with my ringer, swirling my whiskey and ice.

Christopher's eyes go wide as he spots the shiny gold band before narrowing."Are you two married?"he scoffs, looking like a straight bitch in his cast.

I stare, swirling my whiskey. Taunting him. Watching with amusement as his dark skin flushes a shade darker.

"We've only been broken up fornot even three weeks!" he grits through his teeth. Leaning forward in his seat he pins me with a stare. "And you're trying to tell me that she wasn't fucking you when me and Anna were found out?Huh?"

I chuckle, truly enjoying the taste of his distress. "No,youget the fuck out ofmybillion dollar empire, Christopher Jameson. All forty-six floors of it. Because I don't owe you an explanation. Man to man, you should know that when you find a good woman it doesn't take long to know what you want. I knew theminuteshe walked in my office what I wanted. So while to you, it was only two weeks, and to her, one day, butfor me, it was nine mother fuckingmiserablemonths while I watched her be cheated on, lied to, disrespected, gaslit, betrayed, and hurt.Nine monthsI suffered without her."

I lean forward, getting good and comfortable with his eyes that are staring at me with a rage that I haven't seen in a minute.

"But you know what's really suffering, ironically? Herpussy. Every chance I get I'm inside her. Giving it to her way better than it looked like you were capable of. I'm ashamed to say this but, while I was standing there, watching you fuck that bitch, all I could thing about was what a goddamn bullet she dodged because,Chris,your stroke game needs helpmy friend."

Ignoring the blast of hate that comes across my desk, I get up, pressing my intercom button. "Gustavo, come get Mr. Jameson and see him out please."

"Yes sir."

I stand to my full height and look down my nose at him. "You message or contact my wife again, you'll land inside of a six-foot grave instead of a hospital."

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