Page 42 of Boss On Notice
I frown. “Turning her?”
The twins chuckle as my cell phone rings. Frowning at them, I look to see who it is.
“You might want to put that away,” Heather whispers, looking at my cell phone as if scolding it.
The twins raise their eyebrows at each other. They don’t have to speak, I can tell that they’re saying, “See, she’s mean-mommy-girlfriend.” That’s what they call her.
But I recognize the number on my screen. It’s a 7-0-2 area code.
“I have to take this,” I say, walking away from the ladies with my phone against my ear.
* * *
“I think tonight went well,don’t you?” Heather says.
She’s sitting next to me in the back seat of my chauffeured limousine. I haven’t been paying attention to much of what she’s been saying. Heather mentioned how much money the foundation raised tonight, but the amount won’t be confirmed until the final tally. Someone very important, according to her, invited us to dinner on Sunday night.
“Orion, are you listening to me?” she asks.
Not really. “A little,” I say.
“I really think we should have a sound talk about you and me. Especially since people are starting to talk.”
I’ve been irritated ever since Manuel sent me video of early Saturday morning of last week. I’m not upset with Delilah about the first part of the security footage. We were both fucked-up. I do however blame her for what happens right before 7:00 a.m. After I got the video, I found a quiet place and watched it four times back-to-back. We fucked in the hallway next to my suite. And no one caught us. I had Delilah against the wall. I entered her with ease. She held on to me and we made out as I humped until I came—inside her. Fuck. I always use a condom. I just wish I could remember that shit. I want to remember how she feels around my cock. I looked like I was experiencing bliss. I kept repeating something. I think it was how good she felt.Fuck!
“Earth to Orion,” Heather says, snapping her fingers.
I close my eyes as I sigh and then massage my temples. “Not tonight, Heather.”
“Then when?”
“You’re not my girlfriend,” I snap.
“But for our purposes…”
“What purposes?”
She sighs as if I’m annoying her. “You’re a Lord and I’m a Van Buren. We have obligations to our families. Hell, to the world.”
I look at her, searching for a break in her mask. I want to know if she’s fucking with me. She’s not. “It’s 2022. What kind of fucking obligations do we have to our families who for the majority part are coke-heads, criminals, and lazy-ass and entitled pricks?”
She gasps as if I just slapped her across the face.
The car stops right on time. “We’ve arrived,” Ellis’s voice projects through the back seat speakers.
“Is that what you think of my family and me?” Heather roars.
She hasn’t moved an inch and I really need her to get the fuck out already. I check my watch. It’s six minutes after midnight. That’s still early in these parts.
“Do you have somewhere to go?” she asks.
“Actually, I do.”
“Another woman.”
“Yes. Another woman.”
Heather is so silent that I’m forced to look at her. The expression on her face is odd; it’s earnest.
