Page 30 of Filthiest Of Them All

Vivian smiles and moves around Tate. She grabs my arm and pulls me away from Tate to hug me. I stand here stiffly and shoot Tatum a look to help me out here, but the little fucking minx stands there smirking and crossing her arms over her chest. I sigh and pat Vivian on the back awkwardly. She steps back and stares up at me with a loving look in her eyes, which just fucking floors me.

“I knew she liked you,” Vivian exclaims, making her three boyfriends sigh and grumble. She waves her hand and ignores them. “So, I think we might have interrupted something…”

I shoot her a deadpan look, knowing that she is just fishing for information about what’s happening between me and Tate so I keep my mouth closed.

“How about, I meet you in an hour and then we can discuss… things,” Tatum says in a tone laced with guilt, which just pisses me off.

Vivian pouts and shoots me a pleading look that I ignore and I look to Tate. Without me needing to say it, she knows it's time for her to get rid of her boss and her toys.

“Vivian,” Tate says as she grabs her arm and gently pulls her away from us. Ezekiel reaches out and grabs his wife’s arm, pulling her into his side. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs in an hour and I’m… sorry about this,” she says, then closes the door. She keeps her back to me for a minute before slowly turning around. Her eyes are filled with fire as they meet my own, but I stand firm and cross my arms over my chest, not giving a shit that her boss knows we’re fucking. “Did you really need to do that?” she hisses, then attempts to push past me but I snap my arm out and wrap it around her waist, halting her escape. With her flush against my front, I reach around with my free hand and force her head back. She opens her mouth to curse me out no doubt but I silence her with my lips.

Tatum

My mind is still a jumbled fucking mess. After I kicked Vivian out, I had planned to get rid of Alex and be done with him and his bullshit, but then he had to go and kiss me and confuse the hell out of me. The bastard knew what he was doing. I’m now wound up with no relief because he fucking left! When he broke the kiss and peeled his shirt off me, I expected him to fuck me or at the very least finger my pussy so I would be able to concentrate on something other than his filthy promise.

Stay wet for me all day and I’ll come back and destroy that perfect little cunt, Bambi.

The bastard pulled his shirt on, then waltzed out of my room, while I stood there gaping at the closed door for so long my eyes started to water. To say I am on fucking edge is an understatement. My nipples are sensitive and my pussy won’t stop fluttering and clamping down on fucking air. By the time I reach the lobby to meet Vivian and the guys I’m a fucking hot mess. The four of them take one look at me and fight back smirks. Bosses or not, I glare each of them down until any hint of a smile vanishes from their faces.

“I thought we wouldn’t be seeing Alex.” Vivian’s tone is filled with mirth and I have to bite my tongue to keep from snapping at her.

“Yeah well, same, but the bastard seems to like breaking into hotel rooms and watching me sleep.” Her brows raise in surprise. Before she can comment further I push on. “We have a meeting at ten with the inspector at the site. If we leave now we can grab coffee on the way.” I don’t wait for a response from them as I make my way toward the exit.

“Am I that bad when you three don’t give me what I want?” I hear Vivian say. I grind my teeth and quicken my pace so I don’t have to hear their reply. It’s bad enough they all know I spent the night with the infamous Butcher but I have to admit, seeing Vivian touching Alex had me wanting to claw her fucking eyes out and rip her hands off him. The possessiveness I feel over him is wrong. We may be fucking, but that doesn’t mean I have to complicate things and bring feelings into this because at the end of the day, he is still the guy who wants to take away the only family I have.

After grabbing coffee we made our way to the hotel. Vivian and Archer are the first to voice their upset over the sight of the place.

“Nothing has been done!” Archer bites out.

“Why the hell are they holding it up? We have everything in order and none of the other locations are this far behind.” I can hear the disappointment in Vivian’s voice. I don’t blame them for being pissed, they are losing money by the day with how long this one project is taking. “New York and Miami are set to open in a couple of months, Texas is mere weeks from opening.”

“We’ll get to the end of this before we fly home, baby, I promise,” Hayze says as he wraps an arm around her and places a kiss on the top of her head. Ezekiel flicks his head, motioning for me to follow him. I leave the three of them to talk while I follow Ez far enough away that they won’t be able to overhear. When we come to a stop, his gaze bores into mine and I fight the urge not to fidget.

“What the fuck is really going on?” His tone is firm and unyielding.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Honestly, I don’t know. Everything has been done by the book, we have followed all regulations and standards to a T, but we keep getting setbacks for bullshit reasons.”

“Like?”

“The plumbing isn’t up to state regulations, the windows are safety glass. The wiring in the building needs to be redone, the fire sprinklers need to be spaced out further. It’s all bullshit. I have read up on everything and this inspector is just picking on us and I am so fucking close to breaking his nose?—”

Ezekiel smiles and places a hand on my shoulder, silencing me. “That would just make shit worse but I won’t lie, I’m starting to think someone doesn’t want us opening Lividica.” I frown and cock my head to the side.

“What makes you say that?” I push. He grips my shoulders and turns me so I’m facing the opposite direction where three blacked out Lincolns are parked.

“Something tells me our inspector is being paid and whoever the fuck is here in those cars are his benefactors.” My jaw unhinges and my left eye begins to twitch as anger courses through me.

“Give me five minutes before we go in. I need to make a call.” I don’t wait for his reply as I move away and pull my phone out and dial a number I never thought I would have to use. It rings five times before his deep baritone voice flows through the line.

“Since I never give my number out and all my contacts are saved, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say what do you want, Tatum?”

I bite the corner of my lip feeling suddenly nervous. “Omen, I need help.”

“Where are you?” His tone instantly changes from annoyed to worried.

“No, it's not that kind of trouble,” I reassure him.

“Then why the fuck are you calling me?” he snaps.

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