Page 67 of Filthy Business
“You have ten days to leave my house, Leona,” Daddy said.
“No! You can’t do this to me,” she gasped.
I raised my head high.
“You did it to me and my family. You all lived without any consequences for your actions. While my father died, you had a husband and a father. While my family suffered, you both prospered. As far as I’m concerned, Daddy is all mine,” I said, proud that my voice didn’t crack, that I didn’t stammer.
“Daddy? What sort of sick shit is this?” Leona sneered, blinking fast in a failed attempt to bring on the waterworks.
Luke sat straighter in his chair, and I saw the slow burn of hatred in his eyes as they moved from his father to me.
I was glad he had something left in those dead, vacant eyes.
As for the whorehound, she was rummaging through the papers in despair. To lose her luxury lifestyle and home in one fell swoop left her in a blind panic. When the real sobs began, I leaned into Daddy, savouring the sound.
They would never fucking forget my name for as long as they lived.
Iris fucking Dalton.
“Warren, can you see them out? I have a hot lunch date with my fiancée,” Daddy said, staring at me with his eyes full of dark promise.
I’d never loved him more than I did in that moment.
My filthy Daddy.
Epilogue
Magnus
Five Months Later
She stood at the screen and talked, but all I could see was her burgeoning belly and buxom chest. Her sly wink before she started the presentation told me she was torturing me on purpose. When her jacket slipped off, Iknewit. I glanced at everyone watching her—glad every man and woman in the room knew it wasmyseed in her belly.
With the legal section covered, someone else stood up, and Iris’s sexy arse came and sat beside me.
“You’re so fucked as soon as this meeting is over,” I whispered.
“It’s just as well I’m not wearing any knickers, then,” she whispered back.
I smiled and held my wife’s hand under the table.
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“So let me get this right. You found the perfect woman, who sucked the soul out of your balls… and you lost her?” I asked a panicked Benedict for clarification.
“Yes! Don’t you listen? She left at the stroke of midnight, like fucking Cinderella. I need to find that filthy mouth,” he cried.
Iris walked into the bedroom.
Red silk robe.
She tugged on the knot.
“Hello? Hello?” Benedict said.
I hung up the moment the robe slid to the floor.
“This,” I said, shooting off the bed.“I want to keep you like this for the rest of our lives.”
