Page 65 of His Little Secret in Discretion
I couldn’t help but scoff. “You don’t help anyone that isn’t yourself.”
“Taking that as a compliment…”
“You shouldn’t. Who’s calling the shots?”
“…You’ve met him. Briefly.”Calvin’s tone was almost playful now.“A wildcard, you might say?”
My eyebrows furrowed as my jaw went tight, my mind instantly recalling Killian’s words.
One of the men you’ll be meeting with… wildcard. Dirty money. Ties with Lockwood…
This fucker—
“You knew we were after Drummond.”
“Finally, using that head on your shoulders instead of relying on Killian’s.”
I rolled my eyes. “So you’re running your dirty money through Felix?”
“I’m simply… taking advantage of opportunities through a colleague,”Calvin corrected.“He has methods. I have resources. Simple math.”
“Simple math, my ass. You wouldn’t lie in the same bed with Drummond unless there’s something bigger in it for you.”
“Maybe I’d enjoy his company,”he said smoothly.
Rolling my eyes for the millionth time, I ended the call, tossing the phone onto my desk as I dragged both hands down my face.
It all started coming back to me. The night in London when she went numb, the sudden shift in her eyes once Felix had shown up, the way her shoulders had caved in like the fight had been ripped out of her.
And then—
"You don't have to say thank-you, Maia.”
"But I do. You have more important things to worry about. You're a billionaire, for Christ's sake. The fact that you went out of your way to keep me safe and to stick up for me to Mr. Vaughn… you’re unlike any man I've ever met," she said truthfully.
I pulled away as I shrugged. "Well, of course I am. It's not every day you meet a billionaire as charming and handsome as me."
She gave a small smile, and I could tell something had come to her mind.
She seemed to ignore it as she continued, "Believe it or not, Mr. Porter, there are other billionaires who are just as charming as you are.”
I must’ve been really using the fucking head on my shoulders, because dammit, it all made sense now.
The messages I found on her cell came to mind again.
Don’t forget what you are.
One word from me, and he won’t look at you the same again.
She was supposed to be at my penthouse tonight. Her idea, for once. Said she wanted to cook for me since it had been a while. That would give me a chance to have an actual conversation. Drag the truth out of her if I needed to.
My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was a new text.
But it wasn’t for me. It was forwarded from her number.
Unknown
See me tonight.
