Page 75 of Tarek

“Anyway. I will see you. Are you staying at my house or yours?” I ask as the valet knocks on my glass.

“The last time I stayed at your house, I walked in on you receiving a blow job from one woman and you were sucking the cunt of another. I will stay at my house and keep my sight,” He huffed.

“Safe journey. See you around old man.”

“And you son.” The call ended. I reach across my glove compartment digging for a ring that I hardly use.

Finding the grey box that holds the ring of the Quarter Masters, I slip it on my finger.

It doesn’t take long for the valet to take my car from me.

I skip up the carpeted stairway, and I am met with two men in dark black suits. Why the hell they are wearing sunglasses so late at night?

“Can I have your invitation please sir?”

I raised my hand and flashed the ring of the Quarter Masters.

Instantly they move to the side allowing me to enter.

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PENNY

Tarek

I’m almost there, Treasure.

I smirk and shake my head. Treasure in all the nicknames that he could give to me.

“Who has the infamous Penelope Holt grinning?” A soft soothing voice murmurs beside me.

I glance up, slipping my phone into my clutch. My smile widens as I take in the sight of Roxanne. My jaw almost hits the floor.

“Oh my god Roxy. You look incredible.”

The Roxanne I know is beautiful but understated, always wearing muted colors and loose modern pants, or layered sweaters and jackets. Her hair, always tucked in a low bun, gave her an air of quiet professionalism. When I think of Roxy, I picture dependable bulky office attire, nothing to draw your attention.

“Thank you, Pen. As always you look stunning,” Roxanne smile, her teeth look extra white in contrast to her red lipstick and her brown skin.

I step back to take her in. “I understand why Archie is fussing.”

She flicks her dark shiny hair over her shoulders. “He can stay fussing.”

My adrenaline surges, old Roxy cared about Archie’s feelings, this new 2025 Roxy doesn’t give a fuck. I love this for her.

“Roxy, who designed your dress?” I wanted the designer to create one for me. Roxy looks like a walking temptation. Men are looking around the room with every move that she makes.

Roxy rubs her hand over her statuesque form. “A new designer, her name is Le Ker.”

Le Ker understands a woman’s body, I can tell by the silhouette of the dress. The floor-length gown slides over Roxy’s curves, curves that I didn’t even know existed. The sheer nude fabric adorned with bold red vine like patterns, cascades down the entire length of the gown. What intrigues me most is the strategic cutouts on the side of the dress. It’s sexy and I love it.

“I have so many questions.” Looking at her side, I see my brother charging towards us like a mad bull.

In an instant he reaches us. His nose flares and he closes his eyes for a second. Is he inhaling her?

“What the hell are you wearing?” Archer growls, yanking Roxy’s arm close to his chest. His voice is low and possessive, sneering right into her ear.

Before I could comment on Archer’s caveman behavior, Roxy glances down at the hand gripping her arm then slowly back up to him. As if to tell him, “Let me go or else.”

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