Page 21 of Sweetest Revenge

It wasn’t until I reached the end and the last two doors that I tried my luck with the one on the right.

As soon as I opened it, my heart stopped in my chest.

It was a room not unlike the one I’d been given. Blacks, grays, and whites painted it, but the only thing that differentiated it from a guest room was the lone jacket that was draped over one of the chairs in the corner.

The jacket Warren placed on my shoulders at the auction.

I slipped inside, quickly shutting the door behind me. It took everything I had for me to keep the little noises of excitement to myself.

This is so easy!

The universe had to be on my side for once.

I all but skipped into his room, went straight to the first bedside drawer, and immediately frowned. There was nothing but glasses, a charger, and a ChapStick.

The next one was slightly more exciting, with a leather strap that I assumed was for tying women to his bed… but that was it.

What the hell? I had more than this in my bedside drawer at home.

I hurried over to the one on the other side, hoping to find something, but that one was completely empty.

I felt a sharp prick of annoyance. Where are all your secrets, Warren? I knew the fucker had a mountain of them just waiting for someone to stumble upon.

But I also knew that he was good at covering his tracks.

I went into his walk-in closet and paused. It was even cleaner and more put together than the one I had. He even had a revolving closet, for fuck’s sake.

I started to peek through the watch-filled drawers, but by the third one, it was obvious Warren used it for nothing more than to get dressed.

With a sigh, I left the closet and then his room.

I guess I have no choice but to look at the last door.

I prayed it was his office. At least then I might be able to get some type of valuable information about just how corrupt his business practices were.

Holding my breath, I pushed the door open and… immediately regretted it.

Warren was sitting at his desk, looking fucking decadent in that same silk button-up he had been wearing the night before. This time it was slightly more open, showing his bare chest. He had pushed up the sleeves, giving me a good look at his corded arms.

His scruff was heavier, indicating that he hadn’t shaved that morning and likely hadn’t slept at all. It should have been illegal for him to look that hot.

Stop drooling.

It turned out it was easier to listen to the voice of reason when we weren’t alone, since two men turned to look at me. I remembered seeing one of them at the auction.

He had dark brown hair that slightly curled under his ears. His tawny face was clean-shaven, and he was wearing a suit, looking every bit the businessman Warren was, just younger.

The second guy, on the other hand…

“Oh? Someone’s here to see you, boss.”

He was wearing a leather jacket with a thin, white shirt underneath, combined with black jeans and Dr. Martens. His dirty blond hair was pushed out of his face messily, and his skin was littered with tattoos.

He looked nothing like the type of people Warren worked with.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”

I tried to close the door, but Warren’s protest stopped me.

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