Page 110 of Savage Suit
“Don’t pretend you haven’t fucked Noah, Ryan.”
“You’re a horrible fucking asshole,” I hissed. “Don’t judge him by what you do.”
Dislike blazed from him. “What is it about Noah that breeds such loyalty?” he demanded.
“What—?”
“Even my wife has decided to protect him. She’s on a fucking campaign for that motherfucker’s happiness. What about me?”
“Whataboutyou?” I spat. Though I didn’t particularly care for Tina, it warmed my heart to hear she wanted the best for Noah. “I don’t know what’s going on for me to comment, so—”
“So nothing,” he snapped. “I think she’s lying to me. My wife’s covering up bullshit to protect that bastard.”
“Covering up what?” I asked, bewildered.
Clamping his jaw, he threw me an unhappy look. “Nothing, Ryan. Fuck all. It has nothing to do with you.”
“I didn’t think it—”
“Tina would have my ass if—”
“It sounds as if you’re implying you can’t be happy if Noah is,” I interrupted, uninterested in whatever power struggle was going on between him and his wife.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
His bitterness bordered on psychopathy. The wisest course was to shut the fuck up and not comment.
“How much do you require from me to expose your affair?” he demanded.
“I’m not having an affair with Noah. Even if we were, there’s no fucking amount of money I’d take to betray him. Especially from you, limp dick.”
“I’d get off your high horses, whore. Just because I can’t fire you doesn’t mean I won’t make you fucking miserable.”
“Get out of my fucking office, bastard,” I snarled. “Or I’m calling security to have them remove you.”
His ugly laughter chilled me. “I can’t get rid of you. Those assholes have no such immunity. If you want to be responsible for men losing their jobs call them.”
“Fine. Fuck you. I’m jetting until your miserable ass leaves.”
The small office allowed him to move quickly and block my pathway. “How much money?”
I lifted my chin. “I have nothing to tell.”
“Maybe, it isn’t money you need to confess.” He looked at my breasts and licked his lips. “I’ll titty-fuck you and let you suck my cock. I don’t fuck broads with asses as big as yours.”
I slapped the fuck out of the asshole, shocking him and me. Before either of us reacted, someone knocked on my door.
I stumbled back, shaken to my core. “C-come in,” I called in a wobbly voice, relieved at the interruption.
“Ryan—” Reid halted when he saw Nicholas, face twisted in fury and his cheek red.
The image of Reid and Quinn rose in my head, and I frowned, but quickly shoved the thought away, happy to see himnow. But I couldn’t move. Not only because Nicholas Keegan stood in my way. The shock of his despicable behavior paralyzed me.
“I thought you were in the Kee-Tel meeting, Nick.”
“I was running late, so I decided to visit Ryan. I had something to discuss with her.”
“Your funeral arrangements?” Reid asked blandly. “Noah will kill you for fucking with her.”
