Page 97 of A Forgotten Promise

At Corm’s house, I saw the membership card on the console table, and I remembered seeing the logo before. I’m bluffing, but I’m pretty confident Cal has connections there.

He rakes his fingers through his hair. “Why do you want to go to a sex club?”

“To have sex.” I raise my chin, smirking.

He shudders. “I don’t want to know about my little sister’s sex life. What the fuck, Saar?” He walks around his desk and sits, turning toward his monitor. Is he dismissing me?

“Since when are you such a prude? Cal, please, I need to go to that club.”

He shakes his head and turns to me. “I don’t know why I’m asking, but why to that particular club?”

“Corm is cheating.” I lean against his desk beside him and pick a folder, flipping through it mindlessly.

He snorts and snatches the folder from me. “You’re not in a real relationship.”

“He’s an asshole. Come on, Cal, I want to catch him there, so I have something to hold over him. He can’t afford a messy breakup, fake or not.”

“I can’t afford your messy breakup. Merged’s biggest deal hangs on his reputation, unfortunately. I need Corm’s image fixed as much as he does.”

“Then get me on the list.” I insert a threat into my tone, surprising myself perhaps more than him.

“Why can’t you just wait for a divorce?”

“Because I’m not married.”

He frowns. “What do you mean? The latest post was a genius PR step. People are dubbing you Sarmac already.”

“Yes, the problem is, my fucking fake fiancé hacked my feed and planted that post. I need a marriage certificate, otherwise father’s lawyer won’t even take a meeting with me. Corm is not setting a date to control me.”

Cal stands, his chair rolling across the room. “I’ll fucking break his jaw.”

“Stop it.” I grab his shoulder. “Stop fucking treating me like a little girl. I can take care of myself. I can fight my battles. Just get me on the list.”

He glares at me, a war brewing behind his eyes. “You know what kind of men go there?”

“Men like you and Finn?” I tilt my head.

He grinds his teeth. “How do you even know he would be there?”

“He’s been there more than he’s been at home,” I quip.

I don’t tell him he probably has me followed, and if I go to The Velvet Room he will know, and probably show up. God, I hope he will show up.

“What an asshole. What if someone finds out? It’s like he’s bent on fucking up the deal.”

“My point exactly. Let me catch him there and hold it over him, so he finally behaves.”

Cal grinds his teeth a bit longer, contemplating. “I’ll make some calls.”

“Thank you.” I kiss his cheek.

“Don’t fucking tell Finn about it.” He shakes his head. “I have a feeling I’m going to regret it.”

“I love you, Cal.” I open the door and collide with a wall of muscle.

The familiar scent of a lover that fucked me six ways to Sunday swallows me. I look up and meet Corm’s stormy gaze.

The feel of his chest under my palms as I try to find my balance throws me off. It’s like I hate him with everything in me, and the minute his cologne hits me and his touch wraps around me, it’s all out the window.

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